Blood Moon Rising

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Valley of Fire | Contested Outpost
Objective: Take the Outpost
Allies: [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Scipio Alta"] | [member="The Matador"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]
Enemies: [member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Ryan Korr"]
Engaging: [member="Zark"]

Breath.

Steady.

Lord Saarai was not the young birb he once was. Back then the disorientating feeling of his eyes burning and ears humming would have been enough to either put him entirely out of commission or at least put him at a severe disadvantage. Luckily the Thirriken hadn't been standing in the path of the strange flashbang wave. After-ghosts, the huuuuum; they were distracting, but nothing that Tai could not handle. Not when his eyes closed and everything around him lit up with the Force.

The sensation of danger came moments before Zark fired and he was already gone, before the bolt hit.

The tight corridor was in his favor due to his relatively small posture. There was no red, nothing besides the shimmering of feathers as Tai called upon the Force to increase his strength. Then the sharp-edged blade unfolded itself out of hidden robes as he slid off the wall directly towards the Jedi Master.

Diagonal, the blade would end the fight before it had any chance to start.

Jugular, clavicle, clean cut.

 

[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 slashed in response, his saber clashing with the cloak. Hot blazing plasma clashing with cloth, he expected his saber to cut through almost instantaneously, yet the cloth clung to his blade. The Matador replied with a fierce grunt, pulling his saber back to strike at the Jedi. He stopped for a moment, noting how his blade flickered and weakened. Another sound left the man, almost comparable to a huff. He examined the saber for a moment as the plasma all but dissipated completely. His head shot up to examine the Jedi, he thrust his hand outward.

​His blade flew to the ground, like a child throwing aside a toy in a tantrum. The Matador walked at a fast pace, marching towards the Jedi with both hands extended. He'd kill her with his hands, he didn't need a Jedi or Sith's blade to crush her weak neck between his hands. The crushgaunts he wore more than accelerated his already fearsome inhuman strength. With a force imbued thrust, he closed the distance between the two and raised his fists close to his face. His angry form heaving behind heavy crimson Beskar plate as he thrust his fist in the direction of her pretty face.

 

[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

It took his natural human eyes precious seconds to adjust to darkness around him, reliant on the blaster's flashlight as it swept back and forth across the room. The brilliance of his paddle beam had momentarily lit up the corridor, and Zark swore he had caught sight of something else in here with him, but he could not say for sure what. Somehow, whatever he now faced managed to evade his attempts to illuminate his surroundings, and when the counterattack finally did come he sensed it before he saw anything.

His opponents pierced the veil of his innate danger sense with a lunge, and it was the first time the Jedi sensed anything about his opponent through the Force. The first thing to catch his eyes was the shine of a blade's edge off the beam of his torch, far too close already for him to have a prayer of lining up another shot with his pistol. Instead, he made the split second decision to drop the pistol, instead reaching out what little concentration he could muster to send out a Force wave. With so little time to prepare, and given his opponent was probably Sith, the Knight did not have much hope of sending his foe flying back, but anything he could do to reduce the velocity of the strike could save him.

The flaming embers of his saber's alchemized core erupted from its hilt as Zark brought his right arm around with the uncanny speed and force of a bionic arm, flickering shadows that served as the energy beam's outer shell hurtling towards contact with his opponent's flank. It was a gamble, to be sure, his foe could commit to the strike in an act of defiance, but in the Jedi's dying moments he would likely skewer his slayer on momentum alone. The Vice Admiral was trusting that his opponent wasn't fanatical enough to trade their life for his, and would either back off or attempt to parry.

The fatal edge of the strange enemy blade pierced the outer layer of his armored uniform's vulnerable neck region, and he could feel pain nerves firing as the blade nicked the outermost layer of his flesh, but still he only leaned back as far as he could while continuing to bring his arm around. Ocean blue eyes locked with the beady hazel of his avian quarry, and he did his best to communicate with a gaze in that millisecond his absolute determination to drag the Sith with him to hell.

 

[Vaylin]

Location: Valley of Fire - Contested Outpost
Objective: Take the Outpost
Allies: [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Scipio Alta"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="The Matador"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]
Enemies: [member="Zark"] | [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Adder"]
Fighting: No one, for now.

"Roger that, Transport Zero-Seven-Six. You'll have to make a quick entry however, we're currently under attack."

"U-understood."

The vehicle's commsystem clicked off as it came zooming towards the outpost. It's outer gate had been locked into position prior, allowing for it to pass through without stopping. Although it needed to make an abrupt one as the inner gate remained closed.

Vaylin could just about make out the chaos that was currently being sowed throughout the area. At least before she had to duck behind the chair as they passed by some lights, shining into the cockpit for a moment. Though the driver didn't even amuse the idea of trying anything, knowing the Zabrak's lightsaber was still poised to kill him.

It took a few minutes before the inner gate was finally opened, and the driver didn't waste time before he floored it and moved the transport deeper into the outpost. Vaylin grinned, leaning forwards against the chair so her lips were close to the man's ear.

"Thank you for so helpful."

Followed by the immediate snap-hiss of her lightsaber that pierced through the chair and his heart. A red light illuminating the interior before it was gone a second after, before Vaylin turned around and stepped through into the cargo bay.

"Alright, we've got past the inner gate, now it's time to breach the security and disable the defences." She walked through the group of soldiers and stopped before the ramp. "I want three of you with me when we move inside, the rest you will cover us - take out any stragglers."

As the medical team finally arrived, the ramp was slowly lowered. It revealed a darkened interior, only seeing several silhouettes in the shadows. They took a step forwards, only for Vaylin to match it, then she ignited both her blades and lunged forwards. Blaster volleys following in her wake as the soldiers stormed out after.

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

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

A finger tapped rapidly against her arm as the agitation grew, the woman not even beginning to return Jorryn's words back to her. The silver haired acolyte had already grown frustrated by what the woman had said, ignoring the Echani only served to bloom that frustration into pure anger as began to make her way towards the Jedi.

The Matador had lost his lightsaber, whatever material the woman's cloak was made of seemed to have disabled the blade and rendered it unusable.

Jorryn pulled the silver hilt of her lightsaber from it's place at her side, leaving the blade unignited so as to not risk it being deactivated in the same way the man's weapon had. She paced around the back of the woman, hoping that her attention was fully drawn to the massive figure marching towards her.

In order for her to get the cloak free from the girl's hand Jorryn would need to get close, an issue that was difficult to tend to due to the range of the girl's lightsaber pike. The Echani slowed her march towards the woman to allow for the mercenary to close the gap first, letting him take the initial brunt of the attack as she tried to close the distance herself.

Waiting for the Matador to attack, Jorryn would take any opportunity to seize the cloak from the woman's hand without activating her lightsaber. She needed that weapon for later, she did not have the size nor the armour than the man with her did and her blade was the keenest defence that she had.

 

[Zef Halo]

SIEGE CAMP
STILETTO TWO-ONE

The missile trailed after the fighter, the pilot using maneuvers to survive before turning back towards Scipio and the two soldiers. Now Scipio might be an ignorant agriworld human but he wasn't stupid. You see a damn fighter's nose headed towards you, you better fethin run and hide.

Not much to think about what the fighter's pilot was doing but just trust your self-preserving instincts.

Logically, Scipio and co weren't as fast as a sound barrier breaking starfighter so when it disappeared into thin air and the explosion that came afterwards, the shockwave took the lieutenant in the air cracking his back plate viciously and sending him flying. Blacking out would've been an option had the stims not entered his bloodstream.

In a state of adrenaline rush, the officer felt the pain as numb but he knew he could barely move. Vision blurred, only the sight of fire and muffled sounds of voices around him.

"Fi......gone." He could barely hear the words of whoever it was speaking while leaning down to him.

"Figh....."

"Huh?"

"Fighter's gone, Sir!"

Suddenly the sounds of fire came back normally, his hearing regaining its capabilities.

"We've been able push through. Casualties...casualties are high, sir! But we are clearing the outpost now!!" There was a dose of excitement in the private's voice.

Scipio looked away from the private, his vision focusing on the Tower of Vahl.

The 42nd would, had to, succeed today despite the price it was willing to pay.

[member="Adder"]​

 

[Adder]

Quarantine Zone
Contested Outpost
Allies: [member="Zark"] | [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Aela Talith"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Darth Olympus"] | [member="Scipio Alta"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]
Engaging, I guess: [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] | [member="The Matador"]

While the soldiers were doing what they could, the advancing Sith troops were slowly beginning to overtake their positions. Still, they fought back with tooth and nail, retreating behind reinforced blast doors and turret emplacements.

If the Sith were to take them today, the Alliance soldiers would make them pay for every inch with blood.

The chaos grew in the corridors as the narrow spaces dissolved fighting into close-quarters carnage.

Not that this mattered to Adder.

Every pilot, no matter how skilled or new at their job, knew a handful of rules by heart – among the first was to never, ever perform a hyperspace jump inside a gravity well.

And Akala only help you if you tried to revert inside one.

But then— then you had the Wraith Squadron. You had a tricked-out starfighter optimized and built from the ground up to do the one karking thing you weren’t supposed to do, period.

So you know, maybe the redhead was grinning a bit when the Phantom Limb roared back into existence above the Outpost. (She was still alive, after all, as opposed to being scattered across several clicks of Tython surface along an aerial vector.)

Her grin persisted even when she smashed the ejector button and tore out of her cockpit along with her seat.

And it only widened as she watched the burning wreckage of her fighter careen straight towards the courtyard crawling with Sith.

Talk about making a karking entrance.

 

[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 instant the cloak struck the lightsaber Aela pulled back the cloth, knowing what effect it would have.

The tight black wrapping surged around her, half wrapping around her form and clinging tightly to her body almost as though it were a dress. She smiled slightly as the armored hulk threw away his lightsaber, throwing a childish tantrum in the midst of a fight.

An idea began to form within her mind. "Take a breath."

She spoke a calm, soothing tone. Aela remembered well the lessons of her mother, what Kira had taught her about fighting. Never lose your cool, remain true to yourself. It all seemed obvious, but in the midst of battle? With a giant running straight for you? It was all the more difficult to remember.

"Focus." Her eyes flashed towards the Acolyte. "Never forget yourself in haste."

As the Matador rushed at her Aela blinked, and then the force surged through her. Half a heartbeat before the man thrust his gauntlet covered fist out towards her an almost translucent orange bubble formed around the Jedi Master. The odd creation sprang into being in an instant, forming into place as suddenly as the blink of her eye. The Matador would find himself striking this surface, the Padawna would find herself blocked by it's curve, and the explosion that ruptured from the crashed fighter would splash over it.

 

[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"] | [member="Adder"] ship apparently

​The Matador felt a ethereal presence collide with his fist, an orange energy collected around the Jedi's form. A gridded energy that protected her from harm. He saw the echo of his kinetic force glide over the top of the orange circle of energy as a white shimmer, similar to that of an echo of movement in water. He pressed harder, surprise and frustration fusing together to create a raging stubbornness as he felt heat at his back. He turned, feeling his precognitive abilities instinctually assisting him. He saw a ship crashing into the ground a few feet away, dirt kicking up into the air well above their heads, crushing Sith and enemy troopers alike.

​The Matador felt the explosion before it came, the kinetic wave hitting his chest causing his lungs to jolt in his chest. Next came the explosion, the Matador didn't think as the explosion carried him back, fire baptising his fresh. His body, crashed downward a few feet behind the Jedi. His vision blocked by his visor, he could not see where the acolyte had fallen. He felt the heat, but it was far lesser than he imagined, he felt his head move, but didn't recognise its movement as he looked down to see fire climbing across the leather of his clothing under his armour. He expected to find his flesh burning, but instead his skin was untouched. The fire didn't even bother him, a gift from his Dravalan father, no doubt.

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Outpost Courtyard

Foe: @Jocelyn Zambrano

She raised her blaster and fired a burst. Ryan's blue blade became a blur, footsteps moving from stance to stance as he flowed like a river toward her. He deftly batted away the bolts, with purpose. At eighteen, Korr the padawan might have been satisfied to deflect the shots, content to have avoided getting shot. At thirty-two, Korr the master at did not. Carelessly whinging bolts away could get someone else killed.

The first shot he turned toward the ground, using it not so much to judge the angle as to intuit it through the Force. The other two he reflected back toward the soldier with inhuman precision, the first for her hand clutching the gun, the second for the blaster itself. One or both could deprive her of the weapon.

Suddenly, a hunk of starfighter wreckage screamed from the sky like a comet and into the middle of the courtyard. The explosion took Ryan off his feet and flung him sideways. He landed in a roll, coming up to his feet, robes slightly blackened and bleeding from a bit of shrapnel that'd cut his cheek.

Briefly reorienting himself, Korr turned toward the soldier who shot at him and dashed forward.

Thrusting out the palm of his left hand as he closed the distance, Korr drew upon the Force. Blinding white light suddenly erupted from the palm of his hand. A technique Ryan used on many occasion, meant to temporarily incapacitate an opponent: a flashbang without the bang. Even if a helmet had polarizing lenses that might save the soldier's eyes, they would still lead to temporary darkness, which Korr could capitalize on now that he'd drawn within striking distance.

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

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

The Jedi again taunted Jorryn with her words, the calm words deepening the frustration that she held towards the woman. The Echani quickened her face towards them woman, a hand stretch out as the Matador charged the woman to snatch the cloak away from her.

That was when she noticed a shining barrier form in a bubble around the woman, her unnaturally calm pose being unassailable behind the orange surface. Jorryn quickly retracted her hand, not risking any chances to discover what happened to anything that touched it. She stared at the woman with her burning amber eyes, anger negating any ideas of how to breach the protective surface.

The sound of a whistle in the air was what pulled her focus away from the blonde Jedi in front of her, the fury giving way to a sudden panic as she saw the ship come flying down towards the trio. Unlike the woman and mercenary the Echani had little protection of her own, the armour she wore was light for her fighting style of choice and own particular taste.

Desperateness lead her to hug against the bright orange surface the woman had created, the immediate threat of the ship blinding her to any affects that the barrier would have against her body.

The Echani shut her eyes tightly as she held on to the protective surface, hoping that it could keep her safe from the vehicle heading for them.

She could feel the ground tremble as her fingers clung desperately against the surface of the bubble, even as she felt the fire coming from it lick against her delicate hands. It had protected her from the flames well enough, unfortunately it couldn't stop the kinetic damage of the explosion from reaching her.

Jorryn's body tensed as she felt the initial sign of a coming explosion, a loud grinding sound that rang in her ears. Despite the barrier being between her and the ignition, she felt her body being thrown back as she continued to hold her footing. Her desperate stance had prevented her from being thrown, the bubble taking a majority of the damage, but the kinetic force that had managed to reach the acolyte punched against her chest as she felt the wind knocked from her lungs.

She lost consciousness for a short time, an unknowable matter of seconds as her eyes opened to meet the rain falling against them. Jorryn attempted to lift herself from her back, only to fall back against as a sharp pain rung in her side. Fingers groped at the wound, looking for any damage caused by the explosion. The Echani was far more delicate than her ally, a few ribs cracked even from the blunted impact.

Jorryn rolled herself over, her hand digging into the mud as she lifted herself to a sitting position. She attempted to stand before falling again, dirty water fell from her mud stained hair and flowed across her face as she dropped into a kneeling position. Her hand felt around for the familiarity of her lightsaber, a sigh of disappointment as she couldn't find it. Her golden eyes raised with a look of resignation as she clutched her side tightly, the acolyte's gaze only meeting with the untouched visage of the Jedi in front of her.

 

[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 explosion was enough to send ripple after ripple over the surface of the bubble, it's force tearing and biting at it over and over again though never being enough to break or shatter it.

This above all was Aela's most practiced technique, the bubble of protection. It was something that she had learned at the age of seven and used on a near daily basis. It was the cornerstone of her abilities, how she fought, and the reason she had always been so calm even in the face of the hulking brute in her face. The Jedi Master stayed in place for a moment, inspecting the crashed starfighter and recognizing it as being the Phantom Limb. Concern shot through her for a moment, though it quickly died away.

I would have felt her death. Aela told herself, knowing that the force wouldn't have gone without marking Adder's passing.

The former coresec security officer had likely bailed out of the fighter before it's crash or gotten out safely somewhere else.

Her expression remained neutral as she slowly turned around within the bubble, her eyes falling on her two opponents who had been thrown to the floor. One hand still clung to the lit lightsaber pike, the other now free since she'd wrapped herself in the cloak. The bubble around her slowly faded away, her gaze wandering for just a second before she suddenly darted forward. The end of the lightsaber pike went sliced left, cutting through a nearby thick duracrete column in an instant.

A press of the force threw it down, sending the heavy stone flying towards The Matador in a hope of pinning him to the ground with it's weight.

 

[Adder]

Quarantine Zone
Contested Outpost
Allies: [member="Zark"] | [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Aela Talith"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Darth Olympus"] | [member="Scipio Alta"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | [member="The Matador"]
Engaging: [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]

The pilot had bailed out, mos def. Landed, too, albeit far less gracefully than the way she’d executed that majestic hyperspace jump.

More or less stumbling out of her chair at the top of the wall, Adder wobbled on unsteady legs, and unceremoniously tripped over her own feet. She caught the brunt of the damage with her cybernetic arm, softening the blow just enough that it merely agitated her bruised body, as opposed to aggravating the fractures that probably lined her ribs.

Intra-atmospherical reversion. You karking madwoman.

Shaking her head at the mark Wraith had left on her self-preservation instincts, Adder crawled over to the edge of the outpost wall. Quick glance.

A curse.

Most of the soldiers got caught right in the middle of the fireball and shrapnel, but the two Sith she’d glimpsed below were still very much alive. Figures.

There was a third figure, however, and that she was still standing, hale and hearty, drew a smile to her face. Aela was alive and kicking imperial ass. Good.

Adder unholstered her trusty Westar and took aim with her keen cybernetic eyes. One depressed trigger later, and a superheated laser bolt was hurtling straight at the acolyte still flattened from the explosion.

 

[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"] | [member="Adder"]

​The Matador was staggering to his feet, throwing his arm back into a tense position, feeling his bones crackle into a relaxed state as his eyes saw the Sith, kneeling a few feet away from the Jedi. He felt his strength return to him, and his focus as well in a matter of moments as his hazy vision became clear. A large cylinder of duracrete fell overhead, the Matador didn't have time to think, imbuing his impressive physical strength with the force. Enhancing his strength beyond what was possible for even a mighty Dravalan.

​His arms tensed and his legs buckled under the weight of duracrete as, even in surprise to himself his arms held the column high above his head. He grunted from the impact, his visor holding the Master in his gaze as he puffed with air. His arms were shaking at first, but became steady as his legs extended, no longer suffering under its weight. He silenced the pain, the fatigue and locked his sight on the Jedi. He groaned, as he felt force imbued strength surge through his bones.

​He was a practiced warrior, he had fought off a Zakkegg imbued with the dark side of the force bare handed, faced a Leviathan. This, was nothing. He let out a blood curdling roar as he launched the duracrete column forward in the direction of his opponent, the edge of it digging into the dirt, kicking up masses of duracrete bricks from its surface and dirt into the air. He broke into a sprint, expecting the Jedi to dodge away from what she could not stop, just like before. He didn't think to reach for his lightsaber, even with ragged breath.

​He ran forward, making a straight run for the Jedi with alarming speed as his heavily muscled legs carried the rest of him like a paper weight.

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

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

A figure in the corner of her eyes pulled Jorryn's attention away from the Jedi in front of her, the chance to stab the woman in the back disappeared as the Echani focused on self preservation. Her burning eyes watched as the girl atop the wall pulled a blaster out and aimed it towards Jorryn, ideas of running screamed at the Sith from inside her head as she tried to lift herself to a standing position.

The silver haired acolyte dropped once more, catching herself from falling to the dirty again as her palm collapsed against the mud below her. Her knees buckled heavily as she found herself struggling to hold the half-standing position she held, the fractured ribs preventing her from properly straitening up.

Furious eyes met with the pilot as the sound of a single blaster shot rang from the wall, the curious bolt barrelling towards the stooped Echani.

Even as she tried her feet could not move from the position they held, the impact of the explosion rattling the girl's body more than she initially realised. She tried to use her fury and frustration to force her feet forward, but they fought against her attempts.

The shot rang by Jorryn's hair as she threw her body to the side, again falling into the wet earth as rain pattered against her. The collapse again sent a loud pulse throughout her side as the ribs collided with the ground, a muffled grunt came out as she slammed down.

As her face raised from the floor beneath her, she spotted the lightsaber that had flung from her hands earlier. The Echani's left arm flung out from the side as she pulled it towards her, the cold metal refreshing her spirit as it fell gracefully into her palm.

Jorryn again raised herself to a kneeling position, the sensation running through her side began to dull with familiarity to the wound. She lifted her head to meet the visor of the woman who had fired at her, her burning amber eyes could bee seen even through the now wet mud-stained white hair that hung in front of her face.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

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

Wing lashed out and sizzled in contact with the rod of plasma burning against him.

It took concentration, focus and commitment to transfer heat in the moment and turn his body resistant against it all. Force Weapon, Tutaminis, all those little things coming together to turn a relatively smol Thirriken into a mountain rooted in place. They could stand there for hours, but Saarai would not budge. Yet there was a constraint of time and place.

No time... no time.

​

"The pawn here breaks first.​

Then the board shuffles in pain.​

The Jedi will fall."​

​

Then his body shifted, sudden pressure leaving Zark's skin before it could puncture and kill, swiping underneath the sudden release of the lightsaber as it passed over his head. Tai's weight fell into place, feet ground as strong root firmly in place, then he kicked and it was not the kick of a little Thirriken. It was the kick of a herd of banthas rushing in all at once at the same time.

Close proximity.

Tight and cramped.

Small.

No place for him to move, but back.

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Location: Contested outpost, wall.
Foe: [member="Ryan Korr"]

He advanced on her, azure blade in hand. She could see he was swift, determined, and controlled - Disgusting. The shots she had sent at him in hopes at disarming him were swiped aside, and two returned. She managed to sidestep one, but in doing so went straight into the other. It caught the side of her weapon and she let go of it instinctively. She brought the hands up to cover herself as the ship crashed into the courtyard. A piece of debris crashed into the parapet next to her, and a few pieces whizzed past overhead or pattered against the wall, but she found herself in the fortunate position of not being smashed to pieces by it.

She unclipped the hilt of her sabre from her belt and thumbed the activation button. A blade of murky green burst forth - The crystal had not yet been bled, and the old Sith lightsabre she claimed on Coruscant was destroyed by [member="Lassiter"] in an earlier encounter. As the Vahlacanthix' blade erupted from its hilt, she turned to engage the encroaching Jedi, but found herself with a faceful of light.

The polarisation of her helmet kicked in, but even that resulted in momentary blindness as the brightness summoned only blackness in response. She stepped back and brought her sabre up in front of her defensively. It was a bad start to their fight, but she felt a warmth spreading out into her extremities.

Memories from texts pieced together and training on Kro Var began to kick in.

 

[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"]

Aela didn't dodge away from the pillar, she didn't need to.

The lightsaber pike gave her the reach to strike at the solid duracrete long before it ever came near her. The weapon went slicing forward, prying through the heavy stone and bisecting it before it could ever come close enough to hit her.

As soon as the duracrete split apart she saw her opponent, the hulking mass of a man rushing forward to strike at her as fast as she could. She saw the weight of him, the massive bulk and the heavy shifting armor. Her mind raced back to the lessons of her uncle, how she had told him stories and what he'd said. She smiled slightly as she took a step, her fingers latching around the hilt of her pike as she drove it into the ground and used it to throw herself to the side.

Like a pole-vaulter she jaunted to the left, her feet landing hard against the ground and her form brimming with power.

Her palm shot forward and the force blasted away from her. She didn't target the man directly, not his hulking form, instead the powerful blase of the force went for his leg. She was to the left of him, and his momentum would logically carry him in the straight direction he had sprinted in. The hope was the blast would strike his knee and shatter the bone, sending the man permanently to the ground.

 

[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"] | [member="Adder"]



He was drawing closer as the duracrete split in two, yet she still dodged to the side as he expected. She landed a bit farther than he'd wished, a few feet away at a diagonal from where he had been heading. He began to change paths, his gaze on the Jedi acting almost like a tunnel vision as he felt the force enhance every movement of his heavy body.

​The Jedi her hand forward, again he heard a loud snapping sound as a great kinetic force impacted the ground around him. He felt nothing on his upper torso, but he had been caught just as his right foot had hit the ground, the left behind him. His lower body shuddered, the kinetic impact contented with his force aura at first; breaking past his defences due to his forward momentum almost causing an impossible friction with the attack. Next, the gel layer of his suit, further dampening the strike as the kinetic energy threw his leg back as his left foot firmly reached the ground. His Dravalan bones shook, their resilience enhanced greatly by the force in his charge. He felt his ankle twist, stepping over his own foot. He gritted his teeth, pain. Pain was something a person felt.

​The Matador used the force to steady himself as his charge came to a halt, stopping himself from falling over completely as he threw himself upright, standing on his sprained ankle without as much as a wince.

​"You won't stop me without killing me Jedi. Now fight or leave, I'm done playing."

​The Matador spat, he erected a powerful invisible force barrier between himself and the Jedi as he began to slowly move forward towards her. Some beasts required a steady hand.

 

[Adder]

Quarantine Zone
Contested Outpost
Allies: [member="Zark"] | [member="Ryan Korr"] | [member="Aela Talith"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Saarai"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Darth Olympus"] | [member="Scipio Alta"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | [member="The Matador"]
Engaging: [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]

A deep furrow formed in her brow as her bolt dug into the mud mere inches from the Sith. Probably singed some of that pretty pale hair.

The girl was recovering from the blast, and Adder was quickly running out of time. Shooting at the acolyte again would just an exercise in futility and so – jaw set, eyes keen, grip firm – the pilot took aim above the head of the Sith.

There were pieces of shrapnel (or ex-ship, depending how you looked at it) lodged in the wall of the courtyard. Not very deeply lodged, some of them; but all of them sharp, and white-hot to boot.

Squeezing the trigger a few times in rapid succession, Adder shot at the jagged remains of the Phantom Limb. Even if none of them even scraped the Sith in the end, the Wraith would have the opportunity to shoot the girl proper while she was dodging the debris.

The sooner she put the spitfire out of the fight, the sooner she could go help Aela with the tower of armor and muscle.

Karkin’ Sith.