Junction [BSS, ME, SO, TIC] PROPHET MOTIVE | Junction of Voss & 3 Empty Hexes (see thread)

[Adelle Bastiel]

Mining Post 3143
Tags: Direct: Ranna Sejast | Eenia Vahn || Indirect: Nero Drake | Hasuras Na-Gerra | Seela Leini | Ronhar Tane | Kaine Hamilton | Van Trask
Gear: 785MK Firepuncher-X sniper rifle | Ori Sidaki “The Big Ripper” | WESTAR-34 blaster pistol | Beskad | Euk Siha service knife | Lightsaber

The Kom'rk class gunship had hardly landed before the Mandalorians inside jumped out and the ship itself took off again. While she was no supercommando, Adelle belonged to the Iron Wolves of the Empire and could handle her own.

"Bye! Have fun storming the castle!"

The pilot sounded cheery over the comms. Adelle smiled grimly--pilots she ranked as only slightly crazier than Corellians and Mandalorians. And she was both Corellian and Mandalorian so how crazy did that make her? She checked her weapons as she followed after the supercommandos, sniper slung from her shoulder, pistol holstered, blades sheathed, lightsaber maglocked, and blaster rifle in hand. A fight was all but certain: beskar was a highly sought after commodity among the wider galaxy and nigh sacred for the Mandalorians. She looked over at her fellow Healer, a former Jedi like herself, Nia.

"I'll try not to make your life too difficult," she said, shouldering her blaster and aiming down its sights as the comms channel exploded with information about enemy contact. "Take cover!"

Adelle darted behind a crate, poking out every now and again to try and take out some of the pirates holding the mining post. She might not have the background of a Mandalorian supercommando, but CorSec was no slouch when it came to weapons training. And it didn't hurt that she had precognition through the Force.

 

[Naamino Zuukamano]

Outfit:
Belt of Strength, Field Com-Scan Link,
Weal & Woe
Kor'ethyr Issued Kainate Trooper Armor
Stun Baton
Armor Permissions

Ojective: Assist Darth Strosius with Exfill of Mystics
Assets are to be retrieved alive, per the Prophets orders
Opposition: Drego Ruus | Isobel Serraris
Additional Objective: Kill the Jedi

Seeing that his Force blast landed only served to spur him on. Naamino wouldn't allow himself to become distracted by small victories and he steeled himself against the temptation to go easy against an unprepared foe. What was she fiddling with? Comm for backup maybe? All the more reason to defeat her quickly. The imposing zabrak closed the distance, bringing forth Weal in an aggressive overhead strike, before whirling into a low sweeping kick with his heavily armored boot. Naamino was utilizing Juyo in the most broad sense of the term, clearly unafraid of using both his saber and body to wear down her defenses as quickly as possible.

He did however grimace beneath his helm at the annoying buzz, an almost constant rattle that came from somewhere on her person. Naami didn't deign to respond to her words, as he was uninterested in entertaining anything remotely resembling Dun Möch.

Elsewhere, Naami's double moved to save itself from impending doom from the second interloper. The doppelgänger dutifully dove and rolled out of the way, only to spring up and sprint toward where the Prophet set the Mystics down once more. The duplicate slid to a silent stop and readied Woe, taking a defensive stance at the flank of the sangnir.

 

[Isobel Serraris]

Location — Voss-Ka, Voss
Objective — Objective one: Implied Odds // Best the Sith in combat
Tags — Drego Ruus // Darth Strosius , Naamino Zuukamano
Paraphernalia — Battle Armour, Lightsabers

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The words of the--presumably--higher-ranked SIth echoed within her mind, guidance, foresight, what difference was there? Their purpose was to exploit a resource not meant for them. Destiny did not demand it, if it were so, these Voss would have given in without struggle. Yet as history had shown, over and over, Sith paid no mind to the calls of a higher purpose, they only saw what they wanted to see, and took what they wanted to take. That was not justice, that was tyranny in its rawest form, and that tyranny made them powerful, feared, and made them blind. For the Jedi of Old lectured plenty on how hate blinded, how anger made a foe reckless--and though these teachings had been theory before, they would soon take shape as the dance of blades had erupted.

Purple clashed with pink as she countered the overhead strike with ease, bringing her double-bladed lightsaber up and then applying some force to rotate it and bring the foe's blade down to the ground. The action took a bit out of her, so much so that not even the brief glimpse of the kick could save her from the blow--right? Not exactly, due to the many bits and bobs added to the armour, she surprisingly found herself still standing with two feet on the ground. The kick leaving only an unpleasant pressure against her knees. The Padawan threw a brief glance to her legs, before letting out a surprised laugh. "Oh how brilliant!" Isobel let out with a heavy breath, before twirling her lightsaber around for a strike, trying to build some room between the two, and at the same time defend herself against his aggressive strikes.

His form was unfamiliar to her, it dealt powerful strikes that left a small echo upon the Force. His might clearly flowing forth out of his anger, or the other passionate feelings the Sith drew on. But it forced her hand on which style she must adopt to counter it, and though she knew only three--in their basics, Jar'Kai a quiet fourth--Soresu might see her through this battle the longest. The Resilience Form, built to defend against mostly blasterfire, but also against the strikes from a lightsaber-wielding enemy. With a double-bladed lightsaber it was not impossible to utitilise Form III, but she did find herself struggling more than she had hoped. Twirling the lightsaber around in a defensive manner, trying to forge a shield around herself and redirect any of his strikes toward the ground.

Though given her inexperience with Soresu, and the disadvantage of utilising it with a double-bladed lightsaber, she unintentionally left plenty of room for the acolyte to break this fragile barrier. Should he time it right...

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[Dominique Vexx]

Dominique listened attentively to what Marlon had to say about his ambitions. His dreams. Building an Empire to shift the balance of power away from the Force User-focused governments? That wasn't unreasonable. She would hope that wouldn't lead to genocide and planetary bombardment, but one had to be careful how you phrased that openly. Force Users certainly were a threat. Jedi often were consumed with disrupting "legitimate" business on Denon in the pursuit of "justice." But that didn't mean they needed to be annihilated. Just some judicious curtailing of their presumed mandate to act however they pleased. After all, even Force Users purchased goods and services from Denon -- there was no need to support the murder of your clients.

Unless the compensation made up for the loss of customers, but that too was not a matter easily discussed in the open.

A light, party-appropriate laugh followed the Supreme Commander's doubt of her ability to contribute. "Supreme Commander, Denon might be a member of the High Republic, but that does not mean we cannot engage in trade with other peoples or governments in the galaxy." Though if the Republic made it illegal to do so, one would presume such trade would be cut off; and such people would be wrong. For the same reason Dominique was not concerned if one or more factions claimed the Trade Route out to Bonadan. The appropriate credits to the right people made all the difference in the universe. To say nothing of the hypergates. No, legality was be a convenience that if lost would raise prices, but not unreasonably so. "We are all independent members, after all, free to act within the broad legal scope of the Republic how we will."

"Why, I cannot see the Republic Senate having the gall to cut off needed humanitarian supplies, for instance. Severing all ties is a sordid affair that causes rippling effects many choose to avoid. If there are goods or services the Confederation require, Denon is always ready to assist those in need." They did trade even with Sith, after all. Not openly, but a customer was a customer and credits were credits. What did Denon's companies have to do with someone's belief system?

There were exceptions, of course. The Black Sun -- specifically their spokesperson Arcadian -- seemed to enjoy pressing their luck moving in on Denon. Dominique was not much of a fan of people that thought her world was theirs for the taking; whether by military arms or bald-faced influence of the Board (which belonged to her, far as Dominique was concerned).

And then there would be complications if Denon goods were levied against the Republic itself. Especially because Denon's own fleet was being used to supplement the Republic's along the edge the Confederation might strike from -- should the unthinkable hot war between them ignite.

Marlon Sularen​

 

[Drego Ruus]

Nearby: Naamino Zuukamano Isobel Serraris
Engaging: Darth Strosius
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Drego didn't expect the missiles to work, and yet the shockwave the two sent through the air should do something. He sure felt it, even if his suit automatically adjusted to the sudden rush of pressure.

First one, then two. The missiles erupted in high explosive energy as the blades of darkness impacted them, as Drego felt through the explosion. He used it to his advantage, as he always did. Pulling his shotgun off his back, he felt the final spear impact his armor, only to deflect as the voidstone within the metal did it's job. Simultaneously, he launched two micro missiles not at the sith lord, but behind it towards the mystics before letting loose a grenade towards the sith lord. One might expect it to be yet another round of high explosives, but Drego had used that trick once. He knew better than to rely on it twice in a row.

Instead, right before the shockwave of the exploding missiles hit Strosius, the grenade erupted with a sticky substance that spread out like a shotgun blast towards him.