Blood Moon Rising

[Hailey Sosis]

Objective: March
Allies: The Stih
Enemy: [member="Ryan Korr"] [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Adder"]

Her troops had got to the walls, well the slaves did. They where being massacred by, the Galactic Alliance troops, but that was their lot, as they where cannon fodder. Soon she and legionaries had to begin their attack, they charge she kept to the back of them, as she was useless at blocking anything. Her troops where firing suppression fire as they moved forward, they where soon closing in the wall. She was making herself angry, focusing inward on her rage. She was focusing on the reason [member="Vereshin"] dumped her, as she was just a dumb blond. Well the joke was on him, she did not why but it was. She then force lept on to the wall looking for someone to hurt, someone to take this pain out on anyone, she did not care.

 

[Aela Talith]

Contested Outpost
Allies: [member="Zark"] | [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Adder"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Ashaiya Mar'Dikan"] | [member="Scipio Alta"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Darth Olympus"]
Engaging: [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="The Matador"]

"Please." Aela pleaded. "Lay down your weapons."

The Jedi Master didn't move, she only watched the acolyte as she picked herself up from the floor. Her fingers were wrapped tight around the lightsaber pike, and out of the corner of her eye she spotted a man rampaging through the Alliance troops. Her lips thinned, but her attention returned to the young woman before her.

"Enough have died today. Surrender, and I promise you will be treated fairly." It was an offer that Aela meant to keep, one that she had kept in the past. Even while fighting the One Sith, the most vile sort that the galaxy had seen in ages, she had kept that promise.

Everyone deserved a chance at redemption, a belief that her mother had instilled in her.

She spoke to both her assailants, the other man beginning his charge just seconds after the young woman.

Aela's lightsaber pike still did not ignite as the two opponents began to charge at her, instead she shifted once more. Her feet shuffled and she bounded back two or three steps, the long handle of the pike raising in front of her as she drew herself up to face both opponents.

Her fingers tightened, and she prepared for their assault.

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

Location: Valley of Fire
Objective: Secure the Outpost
Allies: [member="The Matador"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Scipio Alta"]
Enemies: [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Zark"] | [member="Adder"]
Engaging: [member="Aela Talith"]

The sounds of men being slaughtered took the Echani's gaze away from the Jedi master for a short time, her eyes instead observing the mercenary that had been hired. He was a beast of a man, tearing through enemy soldiers easily as he entered the base. His actions made the man stand out from the rest despite his brutish ways, and Jorryn wondered how best to use that strength.

An idea formed as the silver haired acolyte slowed her dashing towards the Jedi, watching carefully as the man increased his speed towards the girl. A devilish grin had began to grow on the Echani's face as she came to a stop, disengaging her saber as her golden eyes gave their full attention back to the Jedi as she took her defensive stance.

Despite Jorryn's combat prowess she gambled that the man's bestial strength would be enough to keep the girl busy physically so the acolyte decided to surrender her attack and challenge the woman verbally, hoping that it would give the Matador the opportunity to land in a strike.

"You wish for this to end peacefully?" Her voice beginning to give off her obnoxious sense of superiority through her accent. "Then why doesn't the Galactic Alliance surrender, you are the aggressors here."

A deft hand clipped the unignited lightsaber hilt back to it's resting spot along her waist as she began to saunter closer to the woman, her grin gave away her undeserved sense of invulnerability as she drew closer to the Jedi. She was hoping to defeat the woman philosophically, destroy her will to fight and give them an opportunity for a quick victory.

"We are simply here to assist our allies, we cannot allow the Embers to be stomped out." A hand pointed in the direction of the Tower, an emphasis to her point. "We wish to bring them peacefully under the banner of the Sith Empire and our good graces, instead of hunting them down and burning their tower."

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Location: Valley of Fire - Contested Outpost.
Allies: [member="Darth Saarai"] [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] [member="The Matador"] [member="Scipio Alta"]
Opponents: @Adder [member="Aela Talith"] Engaging: [member="Ryan Korr"]

She was moving down the steps from the wall, drawing the carbine blaster back into her hands and resting the butt of it against her shoulder. While she focused - Tried to keep her mind in the now - She felt a trickle of doubt at the back of her head. 'Was he dead? Had she blown their cover?' No. She had done fine. Just fine. Lassiter would be proud, like on Hoth.

She seized as a sensation beset her senses.

Her helmeted head jerked to the side as she slipped her finger to the trigger of her weapon and rested it firmly against her should- A Snap-hiss summoned the azure bar ahead, illuminating the form of a Jedi, male, red hair, that look in his eye.

She did not stay still for more than the fraction of a second as the soldier in her pulled the trigger, though the Sith in her expected it to be futile. She aimed for his hand, judging by the base of the plasma weapon, and traced the line of shots towards his centre. All the while her feet moved her backwards up the steps to gain higher ground.

That man, the look in his eyes. Joycelyn knew the look of a man who had fought. She could see the difference between a Jedi and their pups. The doubt in her mind was engulfed by the fires of her indoctrination, of her faith in the Goddess. She felt it swell inside her: Anger, hate, wrath.

Mother vahl, give me your wrath.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Quarantine Zone
Allies: [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]
Enemies: ​[member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Zark"] | [member="Aela Talith"]
Engaging: ​[member="Aela Talith"]

​The Matador continued to charge towards the female Jedi with his saber in hand, he saw her mouth move, but paid no attention to her words. He closed the distance in mere seconds.

He had noted how his opponent had not activated their weapon, nor appeared as though they wished to fight. However, eyes were upon him and he was here with a job to do. They had chosen to come here, to fend off their attackers yet she now pleaded for a cease in violence. It would not do, the Matador would give her no quarter for failing to fight for her people. It was weakness, and he'd cut her down all the same as any he would raise their weapon against him. He had no stake in the outcome of this war other than his own survival and the fruition of his own people. That was enough to make him kill.

The Matador arched himself backward, using the strength of his upper body to swing his saber in an upward arch directed at the waist of his opponent, drawing his right hand close in an open grasp close to the bottom of the hilt.

 

[Aela Talith]

Contested Outpost
Allies: [member="Zark"] | [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Adder"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Ashaiya Mar'Dikan"] | [member="Scipio Alta"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Darth Olympus"]
Engaging: [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="The Matador"]

"We hunt no one." Her voice was surprisingly calm, controlled. Her gaze followed the man that charged towards her, his blade slashing low.

The Jedi Master did not move to ignite her weapon, instead she continued with her pattern. She fell back slightly, his charging momentum far more than she could contend with by simply standing the still. The force burned through her and her feet dragged back as she drew up the handle of her lightsaber pike.

The bright orange blade of the lightsaber clashed against the handle of her pike, a bright spark erupting as the inlaid phrik met the burning plasma. Her gaze set on her opponent for a moment, eyes not pleading, but filled with nothing but pure disappointment. For a moment she stood there, her fingers wrapped tight around the handle of her weapon as she address the acolyte.

"Those inside that tower sacrificed and slaughtered thousands." She had seen it with her own eyes, the bloodied walls, the grand sacrificial Temples. Coruscant had been the worst, the strewn bodies tossed into gutter. The very thought of the images made her want to shiver. "They are prisoners."

The force burst through her all of a sudden, and then her legs kicked forward.

In one swift motion she half dropped back, keeping her lightsaber pike in place to lock the man's saber in place as her leg swept out towards his own, seeking to knock him off his feet and throw him to the ground. "Any who do not serve the dark are more than free."

Her thoughts flashed briefly to Ryan, a man who bore the marks of his people and their pain.

 

[Soldiers By Kage]

Darren could only grip the gun in his grasp tighter as his ship descended towards the tower. Will you be alright with this limit? Isn't that the only reason I brought you back? To kill Jedi and get your revenge? Wraith whispered in the half dead man's ear, almost tauntingly. Thankfully the helmet kept his deepening frown from being seen by the various other troopers with him. Even better they didn't know about his rule.

He wondered if the troopers with him were given the same ruling. If they weren't, perhaps he could get his revenge.

The ship landed outside the temple finally and the doors flew wide. Balsterfire rang out from the soldiers stationed alongside the Jedi that would stand alongside them. "Stay low, move!" Darren darted off as soon as the ship touched down, ducking under blaster shots and running across the open field. Shots rang around him, slamming into some of the troopers that followed him. They dropped, the others continued. They all returned fire, and war finally began.

[member="Ahsona Ryl"]

 

[H3xle]

LOCATION: Vahl Tower Siege Camp
ALLIES: The Galactic Alliance, [member="aela talith"], [member="jada raxis"], [member="ryan korr"]
ENEMIES: The Sith Empire, [member="darren korpil"], [member="darth vesper"]

Ahsona watched as a lander disgorged troopers on the field before her. The soldiers around her opened fire instantly, pouring fire into the soldiers across from them. Ahsona took a deep breath, pushing her emotions and trepidation out with her exhalation, centering herself in the force.

As she reached out in centering herself, she felt her presence in the force brush against a pair of presences within the trooper line across from her. One felt more...present...within the force, whereas the other felt more part of the force, but faded. The force emanated from all living things within the galaxy, connecting all things. A force ghost is part of the force, but no longer emanates the force. Ahsona hadn't dealt with any force ghosts, so this assumption was just that, unsupported by experience. That the two seemed to move as one made her doubt, she had never heard of such.

Either way, her course was clear.

"Keep them under fire. Make any ground they take more expensive than it is worth." She spoke to the local unit commander, then pushed harder through the force, sending a telepathic ping at the force sensitive soldier being ridden by...something. To add emphasis to her challenge, she lit her lightsaber. The bright blue blade lit the world around her with righteous light, as she stepped out of the lines. Her arm moved the saber in a slow pattern, the blade intercepting blaster bolts that came near her and pushing them to the ground. Her eyes roved the enemy troopers before her, her skill with sensing not yet precise enough to pick out who it was, but she was sure he would come to her.

A Jedi was far too tempting a target to leave for random blaster fire.

 

[Adder]

Quarantine Zone
Siege Camp
Allies: [member="Zark"] | [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Aela Talith"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Ashaiya Mar'Dikan"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="Darth Olympus"] | [member="Harley"]
Strafing: [member="Scipio Alta"]

Sure enough, a patrol got caught outside the camp walls. Though a strafing run from an allied fighter (and the ensuing smokescreen) was as sure a sign as any that the enemy was at the door, the good men and women of the Alliance got swarmed in numbers.

Adder never watched them go down bravely in the brief close-quarters skirmish that followed – too busy flipping around and breezing by for another go at the troops below.

The encampment was now well and truly on high alert. Soldiers began spitting blaster fire into the waves of Sith crashing against their walls, cries of fervor upon their lips – nothing like close air support to lift the morale of a beleaguered company.

Bolts rained down upon the attackers as the Wraith swept past yet again, aiming to riddle them full of holes down to the last man.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Quarantine Zone
Allies: [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]
Enemies: ​[member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Zark"] | [member="Aela Talith"]
Engaging: ​[member="Aela Talith"]

​The Matador was impressed by the sudden reaction of the women, however she held her weapon too long, allowing the Matador to prepare for her next move. Moments passed as the phrik clashed with the angry orange blaze, the jedi struck out with a force imbued strike to his leg with minimal result, his leg jerked back slightly as her force met metal and pounds of muscle. The Matador used the shift in her weight to press down harder with his saber on the jedi's staff.

​His free hand shot out as he pressed down harder, attempting to cause her arms to bend at the joints due to the pressure and limit her venues of defence as his free hand jabbed at her ribs with force to break bone.

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

Location: Valley of Fire
Objective: Liberate the Embers
Allies: [member="Scipio Alta"] | [member="The Matador"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]
Enemies: [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Zark"] | [member="Adder"]
Engaging: [member="Aela Talith"]

Black heels began to sink into the dampened earth beneath the Sith's feet as she began to circle around to the other side of the Jedi, her hands folding neatly behind her back as she tilted her head upwards towards the still cloud covered sky.

"So you would arrest these people and then what would you do?" The rhetorical question came out dry as Jorryn continued her march around the woman, letting the words drag to emphasise her disapproval. "You're government would have them executed and their innocent children ripped from their proud culture, simply because they were born into it."

The Echani's experience with Jedi told her that the best way to verbally defeat them is to strike at their empathy, feigning it when necessary to tug at their emotions. False empathy poured into every word that passed through her red lips as she begun to speak of the children, using the words to claw at the unconditional love most Jedi held for children.

"You would destroy an entire people, just because they follow a different way of life than yourselves?" The Sith Acolyte's golden eyes turned back towards the woman, now behind her as she struggled with the massive brute of a man. "I'm sure this won't be new to your precious ears, but all life that chooses freedom is in one way or another following our path."

Jorryn came to a full stop and properly faced the Jedi Master this time, her piercing gaze aimed squarely at the Jedi in front of her.

"It is just a matter of degree and how far that greed and pride seeps into your government." Again the words came out venomous, trying to poison the emotions of the Jedi in front of her before the expression became passionate and soothing again. "We came here to save those we feel a connection to, to your government an option of extradition for a people they would slaughter."

In the final part of her act, Jorryn's hand fell from their position behind her back to rest at her side as her voice feigned it's sincerity and empathy. "There doesn't need to be any more killing today."

 

[Aela Talith]

Contested Outpost
Allies: [member="Zark"] | [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Adder"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Ashaiya Mar'Dikan"] | [member="Scipio Alta"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Darth Olympus"]
Engaging: [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="The Matador"]


As soon as her kick landed Aela gritted her teeth and flexed her muscles, the Jedi Master falling lower as the mans weight pressed down on her hard.

She knew what would come next, there was no real way of avoiding it, not in how she had situated herself. She didn't attempt to hold herself against the man's heavier weight, instead she began to pull herself back. His strike hit home, catching her side and pressing the air from her lungs.

Her eyes shot open as pain lanced through her, but by then Aela was already moving. Her feet shuffled and shifted, the press of the man's weight forcing her back as she moved. Like a snake she slithered free from the locking embrace of their weapons, two quick bounds taking her back further. She stumbled as she landed, a grimace pulling over her lips as she used her off hand to finger the now bruised flesh. A slight huskiness tinged her voice as she began to speak again.

"You speak with nothing but ignorance young one." She took in a breath. "You fumble and grasp for lies but only show your lack of understanding."

The young woman did not understand, perhaps she couldn't, perhaps the Sith had never properly educated her. The Alliance did not kill its prisoners, never had, not even the worst Sith Lord's they had captured. They had never forced anyone's hand or destroyed any culture. The very evidence of that walked within this outpost, fought within it. "Your words are hollow and I am sorry for you."

Aela glanced at the Acolyte with pity in her eyes for just a brief moment before returning her attention to the other man.

Her fingers finally reached up the hilt of the lightsaber pike, a brilliant white blade bursting into life a second later.

 

[Soldiers By Kage]

"Reloading! Cover fire!"

"They're coming from the left! Don't let them flank!"

"Frag out!"

These were only a few of the voices that rang out over the growing battle between the Galactic Alliance and the Sith Empire around Darren and his troops. They had holed up by some broken rubble and destroyed ships, pinned by the oppressive fire from [member="Ahsona Ryl"] 's forces. Fear gripped the Gravewalker's heart, but so did hate. From the streaks of red and green another color erupted, this one not from a blaster.

The blue saber of a Jedi.

"Throw the smokes! We push and we push hard. No Jedi will keep the Empire's finest down!" Soldiers follow orders, no matter what they were. A wall of smoke erupted around the point where they were pinned and the soldiers leaped from their cover to charge behind their commander. Blasterfire continued from both sides despite the smoke, and while blind the sheer number of shots ripped through around the Stormtroopers. White armor was charred black and shattered as more fell around Darren, but he kept his gaze forward.

"Grenade!" Another of the troopers voices rang out over the coms as the small metal sphere landed beside Darren. He could only clench his gun as the bomb went off. Blinding light and searing pain was all he could feel as he soared through the air, eventually landed some distance away in the dirt and mud. A high pitched whine was all he heard as he stumbled his way to a crawl and pulled his helmet off, tossing it to the side.

All around him the smoke was thinning and the soldiers he had brought with him were being shot down. A frontal assault was foolish, he should of known better. But his hatred blinded him. As he staggered to his feet he saw the Jedi, the alien girl who stood for all that had taken his family from him, and for the first time he felt her, and she would feel him.

Darren, you are not strong enough to continue this fight as you have. The Wraith once again whispered in his ears in a serious tone. The ghostly red figure stood before him as shadows once again took his vision, twisting darkness obscuring much around him. The Jedi was now a pure beacon of blue, glowing with her internal light. Blaster fire continued to reign down around the Gravewalker as more of his troops fell, and a shot slammed into his chest.

Leave this to me.​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PrbZc-J0-Z4​

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Darren's vision darkened as he fell back to the muddy ground and he lost consciousness. Yet as his waking mind fell silent a new presence took over. The armored figure of Darren stopped mid fall as a red glow filled his eyes. Slowly he stood once again as another hail of blaster fire was sent his way. A Jedi would immediately recognize the armored figures movements as he began to weave through the blaster fire. In his hands was only a simple vibrodagger but it caught the stray blaster fire as if it was a lightsaber, dissipating the lasers on contact.

Slowly the force wielding trooper began to stalk forward, the surviving members of his troop falling behind and firing with renewed vigor. The Sith were coming.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Quarantine Zone
Allies: [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]
Enemies: ​[member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Zark"] | [member="Aela Talith"]
Engaging: ​[member="Aela Talith"]

​To be frank, the Matador was vexed internally by the continuous dialogue between friend and foe. Perhaps they weren't truly enemies, for he knew true rage and hatred and it did not take shape in words. The Matador snorted and raised his empty hand, closing it into a fist and slamming it with a thud into his chest. He voiced his irritation, but not in a tongue those around him would understand. A single trooper fired a bolt in his direction, a mistake. The Matador turned, and swung his saber with focus. The blast returned to the neck of its caster, he was tired of tarrying.

​"Akaanir ra ash'amur vail gar motir!"

​The words came with their own ferocity, as the Matador took a single step forward and raised his saber, pulling both arms into a two handed grip that held the blade diagonally at shoulder level, his upper body twisting as his head titled, almost as if aiming down the blade. His feet allowed him to edge closer to the side of the female as a beautifully serene white energy escaped her staff.

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

Location: Valley of Fire
Objective: Win the Battle of Words
Allies: [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Scipio Alta"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | [member="The Matador"]
Enemies: [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Zark"] | [member="Adder"]
Engaging: [member="Aela Talith"]

A look of surprise came from Jorryn as she caught the woman's empathetic eyes staring deep into hers, the sincerity in them being something Jorryn wasn't used to during her time as a Sith, before returning to her battle against the Matador. Red lips parted into an unguarded expression, the face showing clearly how caught off guard the Echani had been.

Anger immediately followed the shock, a tooth poked out to bite down onto her crimson lips tightly in order to prevent the Acolyte from any instinctive actions she had planned.

Instead the Echani's foot fell backwards as she recovered herself, her face quickly turning back into an arrogant smirk as she released her lower lip from it's vice as a small drop of blood mixed into the woman's dark red lipstick.

"My empathy stretches to you as well," Her confident tone was less convincing than it had been before, the truthful vileness in it beginning to peer past the surface. "A pitiful servant of the Light unable to experience everything life has to offer."

Everything about her tone mocked the way of life that the Jedi has chosen, the frustration that the small look of pity she had given the Sith seeping deep into her words.

A delicate hand rested on her hip as finger tip began to toy with the hilt of the lightsaber clipped to the Jorryn's side, a temptation crept at the back of her mind to rush the woman but she would hold off. The beast would be enough to take care of her physically, and Jorryn hoped that emotionally draining the woman would make the battle easier.

"Us Sith give freedom for ourselves and those who deserve it, you Jedi are forced into serving those that don't deserve it." Her voice grew louder and more zealous as the words ran on, her hands beginning to motion themselves as she exclaimed the words. "I pity you because you feel you must follow and serve when freedom is in front of you."

 

[Zef Halo]

SIEGE CAMP
STILETTO TWO-ONE

Chaos and disarray.

:: Who the kark's crazy enough to fire his fighter in such a fethin' close quarter convention?! :: Dev's voice came through. Pain obvious in his tone. The fighter had struck again contrary to popular belief that they wouldn't.

Scipio remained silent as he kept on firing at an enemy behind cover. Whoever was piloting that wasn't giving a kark what they'd hit so they had to deal with the bogey now and forever.

His eyes looked for their rocket launcher specialist only to find him dead in the rubble a dozen feet away from him.

:: Tath's dead, Dev. I'ma gonn' get his launcher, cover me!! :: A moment later Scipio dashed through open ground and slid down to reach the rocket launcher sitting idle next to the good soldier's body.

:: God dammit, Dev. Gimme some shelter ova' here. :: Scipio muttered as blaster fire struck his armor. Sweat long broken on his brow increased two fold.

:: Gotcha, LT. :: A few of the soldiers moved in to secure corners around him as Alta concentrated on the bogey. He kept his sight on the fighter till the lock had it and he did not waste time unloading the homing missile at the bogey.

Scipio would follow the missile's result while his men would attempt to conquer the undermanned camp.

[member="Adder"]​

 

[H3xle]

LOCATION: Vahl Tower Siege Camp
ALLIES: The Galactic Alliance, [member="aela talith"], [member="jada raxis"], [member="ryan korr"]
ENEMIES: The Sith Empire, [member="darren korpil"], [member="darth vesper"]

Smoke grenades popped from the Sith legionnaires, and Ahsona was forced to focus more on defense as blaster bolts blew through the smoke far more rapidly. Keeping her saber in one hand, she paused in her movement, her feet shuffling only to keep her one step ahead of the blaster bolts coming through as she wove her saber back and forth. As she did, she gathered her will in the force as she had been taught, looking to push the smoke away, but a tremor in the force stopped that intention cold.

An Alliance frag grenade exploded, and a chill wave went through the force in the area as Darren's rider took control. Ahsona didn't know what the chill portended, only that it now deserved her whole focus.

Smoke cleared between Darren and Ahsona, and she saw as the man, charred by the grenade, wove a vibrodagger like a lightsaber, blocking blaster bolts and dissipating them on contact.

Around them was clear, as always seemed to happen when Jedi met Sith on the field of battle, but the Legions of the Sith were still pushing at the stalwart soldiers of the Alliance. Ahsona had a duty to help them, which meant the Sith needed to be dealt with quickly.

Her decision made, she launched herself forward, gliding across the battlefield with the force barely restrained within her lithe body. Her saber wove a couple times, deflecting blaster bolts that came too near, but her focus was on Darren. When she was in range, her saber angled in, coming on line to spear the trooper Sith in the face as she ran past him. At the last moment, however, her grip reversed in a practiced movement, turning the thrust into a reverse grip slash at Darren's right shoulder.

Her intention, whether she hit or not, was to arrest her movement once she passed Darren, and turn to attack him once he recovered.

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Location: Valley of Fire
Allies: [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Adder"]
Enemies: [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="Scipio Alta"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | [member="The Matador"]
Engaging: [member="Darth Saarai"]

Contested Outpost, Interior
Valley of Fire, Tython

Zark slowed his pace considerably as he approached the Sith's last visible location. Glancing back at the outpost's courtyard, he caught a glimpse of Master Talith fending off multiple skilled opponents. The Jedi in him knew he should turn back and go help his friend, but the Defense Force officer knew there was no going back now. To turn his back on a potentially formidable foe when he had come this far could invite disaster. There had been no sign that his avian quarry had detected his presence, but his aura had likely flared when he cleared the outer wall in one jump, and out of practice as he was he knew he could not trust his ability to conceal himself to shield him from scrying eyes.

The corridor ahead was unusually darkened, and even though he felt a little paranoid for doing so, the Knight centered his mind and tried a different approach than stealth. Projecting a Force-flash down the corridor from around a corner, the Vice Admiral covered his eyes as he manufactured a sort of supernatural flashbang grenade. As soon as his still slightly blurred vision cleared enough, he stepped down the corridor with his heavy blaster leading the way, flashlight attachment activated and sweeping the corners.

At first, there was only silence, and the Jedi had just begun to suspect he had well and truly given his position away for nothing, when he caught sight of what he thought looked like feathers at the flashlight beam's periphery, and Gloria kicked subtly in his hand as he fired her. An azure paddle beam lit up the room, and Zark prepared to activate his saber blade in defense the moment he saw crimson.

 

[Adder]

Quarantine Zone
Siege Camp > Contested Outpost
Allies: [member="Zark"] | [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Aela Talith"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Ashaiya Mar'Dikan"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="Darth Olympus"] | [member="Harley"]
Engaging: [member="Scipio Alta"]

Between the geysers of dirt, the plumes of smoke, the screaming… you missed things.

Even with cybernetic vision and tied into the fighter’s sensor suite, you missed things.

“Shet.”

Green eyes widened behind the Nerve helm as the missile warning blinked loud and red into existence.

Adder banked left, hard. She moved, the fighter moved with her, and the world around her seemed to hold its breath. But the Phantom Limb was the fastest ship in the system, hands down and—

the missile skirted past, already turning around for another go.

Part of her maneuver came from being connected to her ship on a visceral level. Another part of it was simply Wraith – taking suicidal risks, and succeeding even when the odds were so stacked against you that the big number ran out of zeroes.

Pitching her craft forward, Adder dove straight at the soldier who’d shot at her. But she didn’t fire her cannons. She didn’t retaliate with a missile of her own, either. Rather, the pilot diverted all of the fighter’s power into the hyperdrive.

By virtue of the hyperspace capacitor, her destination remained her last coordinates – the location of one Aela Talith, Jedi Master, former Marshal, and a dear friend.

Heading for Scipio Alta at the speed of a sniper round, with a missile hot on her tail, and a grin on her face, Ad Yrá Kjormenkaur Traficit jumped to hyperspace.

 

[Aela Talith]

Contested Outpost
Allies: [member="Zark"] | [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Adder"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Ashaiya Mar'Dikan"] | [member="Scipio Alta"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Darth Olympus"]
Engaging: [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="The Matador"]

The girl continued to spout nonsense, misunderstanding Aela's place within the Order and what exactly she was doing here.

Perhaps half a decade ago the words might have been relevant, but now? Now Aela had a life far beyond the Order. It was sad to think that the Sith's view of the Jedi was so low, but in truth her focus had shifted away from the girls voice and turned to the man quickly approaching her. His tone was fierce, though the words that fell from his mouth were almost entirely unfamiliar.

She had always considered herself a student of language, but she wasn't sure in what dialect he spoke. If she had to guess she would have said Mandalorian, but given that she didn't speak a word of it that didn't really mean all that much to her. The Jedi Master frowned, her lightsaber Pike leaning forward slightly as she glanced between her two opponents. The fight was a difficult one, she couldn't grant either of them her full attention, and that meant she couldn't win.

If she focused too much on the man the girl would have opportunity to strike her from behind, and if she attempted to take out the girl before the man then he'd certainly strike her down.

It was a difficult conundrum. She frowned for a moment, watching the man as she ignored the young woman's voice. Her fingers twitched for a second, and then she drew at her cloak. In an instant she pulled the cloth from her back, turning it into a spiral and then snapping the wound cloth directly towards the man's outstretched lightsaber like a whip.