Annihilation Clash of Destiny

[CT-312]

//: Allies: The Sith Order | Darth Carnifex Scherezade deWinter Dynamis "Dynas" Ultra //:
//: Enemies: Galactic Empire //:
//: Death Star III //:
//: Attire //:
//: EQUIPMENT: Halcyon Armour| M.I. 'Sunstroke' jetpack| M.I. 'Halo' jump boots | Contact Lenses | Wrist Mounted APG | Ancile Shield | Navi/Barca //:
//: WEAPONS: VW 864 Maser Rifle | LO-18D | M.I. Model 7 shotgun | LO-22S | Sunshot Pistol | M.I. Model 6 hybrid pistol //:
//: 40|40 Active Mag : 2 , 1 Backup Mags x LO-KI/22 Standard Slug Round //:
//: ADDITIONAL EQUIPMENT: 2x Kushute Grenades | Shiva Knife | S.A.N.D. Powder //:
//: 2x Ion Grenade | 2x Flash Grenade | 2x Incendiary Grenade | 2 x Smoke Grenade //:
//: 1 x Arrow head of Absence | Taozin amulet | LK Spider Slicer Droid //:
//: Azure Shard //:
//: Objective III - Clash of Destiny //:
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Her attention sharpened the instant the guards around the armored figure moved. Their weapons rose in practiced unison. CT-312’s trigger finger and blade were ready to move on reflex. Suddenly— the muzzles dipped. Lowered in perfect discipline.

Processing Jedi Master Dynas’s words, filtered and displayed in her helmet in a cool measured tone. CT-312’s visor tilted toward the armored figure at the center. The voice and presence confirmed the lingering fragment that had itched at the back of her mind. This was the same Sith Lord she had crossed paths with before.

When He spoke the air itself seemed heavier. Charged and oppressive. The atmosphere thickened with an unseen pull as if gravity had quietly multiplied in his presence. It was more intense than the first time they’d met. The sheer destiny of power pressed against the edges of CT-312’s awareness. Whatever power He bore, she’d met it head-on. Unyielding.

The Scout’s brows drew together beneath the helmet. Tension gathered between her eyes as the muscle at the corner of her jaw tightened before settling into a hard silent scowl.

Servant.

The words grated across her nerves. Teeth met with an audible click inside the helmet. The modulator barely masked the growl that threatened to break free. CT-312’s voice came out level, but the quiet threat beneath it was impossible to miss. “I am no one’s servant.” Her fists clenched even tighter. Armored joints creaking as the servos in her gauntlets whined softly under the pressure.

It was made clear the Princess and Daeva had history. Behind the visor, her blue eyes fixed on the Dark Lord burned cold. For a heartbeat she let the hostility hang in the air before forcing it down with a sharp inhale that hissed through her filters. Not this time. “Ally.” CT-312 repeated Daeva’s words outloud. The Princess’s orders came first. Master Dynas’s words reinforced the priority. Joint effort. Critical. United.

CT-312 straighten. Breathing steady once more, eyes tracked motion beyond the Sith Lord’s shoulder. HUD lighting up with another signature. Another familiar voice. The Scout leaned to the side, angling her visor past the armored Sith Lord until the figure came into view. Noticing they were doing the same. Scherezade deWinter . What are the odds? CT-312 blinked once at the wave received. Responding in kind, her right arm lifted. Gauntlet blade extended, hand uncurled and open, making one slow wave in return before bringing her arm down to rest against her thigh. Finishing with a curt nod for greeting.

The tension in her shoulders eased a fraction. CT-312 listened as Scherezade spoke. She too suggested combining forces. Suggestions and plans overlapping with Master Dynas’s words. Her attention snapped to her HUD’s glowing faint blue across her visor. Pulling up the schematics in her HUD, rotating the holographic projection in front of her. As the sphere of the weapon expanded, it showed multiple nodes of power at its core. Not one. Four.

“Agreed. We won’t reach all four cores on foot.” Her helmet shifted slightly as she processed the mention of teleportation. Head tilting a few degrees. The displacement Master Dynas had caused. The flicker that had moved them earlier on, still fresh in her memory. Was this the same technique the Dark Lord used during their encounter? The pattern felt similar. Filing the thought away. “I can handle a core myself. Splitting up might be faster.”

Within the sealed confines of her helmet, her voice lowered to speak privately to Master Dynas. “You’ve got a plan once we reach one of those cores?"

CT-312’s attention flicked back to Scherezade as the woman grinned. Casually suggesting they massacre whoever crossed their path. An eyebrow arched under the helmet. Not surprised. Amused. “Why not both?” Her visor turned back towards the Dark Lord, steady and unflinching as she waited for his answer.

The Death Star shuddered beneath them. Metal groaning deep within its structure. Red emergency lights painted the walls in warning. The air around them felt charged. CT-312's eyes scanned the corridors at the massive amount of carnage and destruction.

Things were about to get more hectic. The corner of her mouth twitched upward, the faintest grin ghosted across her lips.

Perfect.

Spoiler: Others

Quinn Varanin Eira Dyn Riven

 

[Krasskorr the Maw]

FOOD: Darth Avida

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Krasskorr's felt the weight of the lightclub doubling with every passing second. The combination of his massive frame, the unexpected surge from the Dark Side and the toll of the force lightning were all catching up to him, a harsh price for even his exceptional strength. He was designed for overwhelming short bursts of power, not for this prolonged contest of skill against an opponent of equal caliber.

He had managed to force Darth Avida to back peddle as she grumbled, now providing him confirmation of his earlier assessment. He needed to keep her contained fighting her physical shortcomings and not his own. Avida came back in from the side, her lightsaber striking with renewed force. Krasskorr met the blow, the two crimson blades locking and showering the smoke-filled corridor in sparks.

He felt the burn in his lungs now, the labored exchange of air becoming too slow to feed the engine of his muscles. The long hilt of his weapon, once used for precise leverage, was now gripped and swung with the desperation of a man wielding a massive, glowing baseball bat.

Krasskorr's footwork slowed to a shuffle. He didn't bother with economy of motion; he needed to end this immediately. With a guttural bellow of pure, unadulterated frustration, he yanked his lightclub back and swung it in a devastating, horizontal arc.

The target was no longer Avida's saber or her body, but the corridor itself.

The lightclub screamed as it tore through the reinforced, steel-like panels of the corridor wall to his right, slicing through metal and conduits like they were thin paper. The air filled with the stench of fried electronics and shattered circuitry. The impact reverberated painfully up his arms, but the resulting chaos was exactly what he wanted as a distraction.

He did not wait for Avida's reaction. The Maw pivoted on his heel, using the enormous weight and length of the still-ignited blade to complete a full 360 degree rotational sweep. The arc carried the lightclub back toward Avida, aiming not for a clean cut, but for a brutal, horizontal power-slice that would force her either to vault over the blade or risk being severed at the legs.

 

[Phaelissia]

Location: Chamber - Death Star III
Thread Objective: Clash of Destiny
Mission Objective: Stop the ritual.
SO: Lirka Ka Helix
GE: Da'Razel

Phaelissia’s synthetic gaze lit up, honing in on the Green Warden droid as its light repeating blaster rifle snapped in her direction before laying down a stream of fire. The cyborg immediately surged into motion, her form dissolving into a silvered blur as the acceleration implant hurled her laterally out the arc of incoming fire. The air roared in her wake as she came to an instantaneous halt, now seven meters to the left of her previous position.

While the movement had saved her from the bulk of the automaton’s plasmatic wrath, it was not a total relief. A sharp hiss escaped from plush lips as a pair of blaster bolts struck her stomach and shoulder. Her features tightened into a wince as a brief burning sensation shot up her spine. Her bodysuit flared, charred marks struck across the protective material. Her shoulder went momentarily stiff as the two impacts jolted her back, angry red bruises forming on her flesh. Fortunately, the ostrine-reinforced estrian armorweave in her bodysuit held, scattering the bolts’ energy into embers.

Though struck, the cyborg remained intact.

She caught sight of movement ahead, and extended her left hand in its direction, palm upturned.

A loud, thunderous crack sounded out as the air was torn asunder.

Its source was a powerful wave of overpressure that exploded from the cyborg’s palm with the force of a concussion grenade, intended to destroy the crates and potentially crush the cultist shooting out from behind them in the process. Delivered from 17 meters away, the blast carried enough energy to shatter durasteel barricades. More than enough, she reasoned, to enact her intended effects. Though failing that, she had other plans.

In the same breath, Phaelissia pivoted towards the droid. Her right hand snapped up, fingertips alive with nascent power. A screaming lance of electro-plasma-kinetic force detonated from her hand, unleashing such an extreme quotient of electrical energy that it carried the fury of lightning, the searing heat of plasma, the concussive force of a grenade, and the system-killing kiss of an EMP.

A symphony of ruin for her mechanical assailant.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Frostfire Azalea
  
  • Arms
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Forearm Vibroblade Mk. II - R
• Purifying Lash
• Freezing Fates II
• Cybernetics and Augmentations

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Allies | Mykel Dawson
Opposition | Luvaen Malstadt
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The trio of Jedi glanced between each another. It was a fleeting look, one that spoke of quiet confidence. Numbers did not always win battles, but they felt as though they could manage the single Dark-sider between them.

Then, they were in motion.

The two Jedi closest to Luvaen - a Zabrak male and Chiss female - lunged for him, their sabers arcing in blurs of blue and green plasma. The Zabrak struck from above, swinging his blade down upon the helmeted man while the Chiss went low, aiming for his ankles.

The third Jedi, a Rodian of small stature, lingered behind. He held his saber low as he stretched a hand out towards Luvaen, attempting to slow the flow of the Force around him and create resistance that would hinder his movement.

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Cora covered their retreat from the initial docking site. Her movements were methodical, flowing with the rhythm of battle that thrummed beneath her feet, above her head, and all around her. With her saber, she redirected blaster bolts to sizzle against the metallic walls.

Her free hand clenched in the air, ripping a thin durasteel panel from the ceiling, which was shot toward the soldiers. The projectile struck its intended mark, and the troopers were sent hurdling down the hall.

~ Please, then try not to get yourself killed. All right? ~

Cora huffed, but the corners of her lips curled into something faintly reminiscent of a smile. Not necessarily for the sentiment of Voldran's message, but for the soft tone with which it was imparted.

~ So long as you do what you know to be right.~

As her answer drifted off into their telepathic bond, the Force thrummed low, vibrating with a nauseating familiarity. Death was as natural as life was, but this was fresh.

Cora took off down the hall, heading for where the trio of Jedi had disappeared.

 

[Maera Dren]

Location: Hangar - Death Star III
Tags: Renn Vizsla

Maera hit him like a thunderbolt, full momentum, every servo screaming as she drove her shoulder into his center mass. The impact landed solid, but it was like striking a fortress. He didn't break.

He just absorbed her force, shifting his stance with brutal control. Her vision jolted as his arm coiled around her. Before she could recover, the galaxy turned.

Metal roared as he twisted, using her own velocity to hurl her over his hip. The floor came up hard, her armor crashing against durasteel. It rattled her lungs.

She rolled, instincts flaring, but before she could even process the throw, his shadow loomed. His gauntlet was already descending in a crushing arc.

She twisted away, armor grinding sparks. His strike slammed into the deck beside her with a bone-shaking thud. The impact dented the floor where her head had been a heartbeat before. Her HUD flared static. Warmaster indeed.

Using the recoil of her roll, Maera planted a palm, twisted, and kicked out low. Her obsidian boots snapped toward the side of his knee joint, angling for the seam in the beskar plating. It was a move meant to stagger, not break. She struck with precision and vicious intent.

 

[Lirka Ka]

ALLIES - TSO and Affiliates - Helix Phaelissia
ENEMIES - GE and Affiliates - Da'Razel

With the return of both Helix and Phaelissia Lirka could see that it was time for their little gaggle of murderers to push forward - Nefaron had evidently gotten himself engaged outside to be able to join them. Though she could certainly tell this was far from the forte of that withered soul - good. Less glory to be shared, Lirka desired a nice long report she could slide across a desk for what the beast that "could never be Sith" was able to enact in the name of their Empire.

Helix's words garbled into her ear, and she let out a snort of amusement. Certainly, the defender's delaying tactics had been laid bare. But it was never that simple - Helix viewed things from those mechanical lenses. Lirka had no such weakness. She had been granted sight that allowed her to see and understand the cosmic notions of what was transpiring around them.

"Of course it is. I understand it well - but that is not the point. The violence is the point. The destruction. Let them raise their abominations and we will lay them low upon our march. With each swing of the blade, with each soul sent back to the Primordial. The chaos swells. The darkness grows - our fellows will grow mightier, and so will our foes."

There was a certain wicked glee behind her words. An anticipating masochism born from her obsessions.

"And then, we will struggle. And through struggle, we grow mighty."

It was a theological lesson that she was fairly certain would fall on deaf ears. Helix didn't need to agree with her - he only needed to act within her calculus, and not shut her up when she started to ramble. With Phaelisia now taking spear point towards the sound of chanting and the smell of burning meat. In their moments of speech it seemed violence had already begun - and Lirka was not going to allow herself the opportunity to miss out in a brawl against something better than mere crewmen and abominations.

The thump thump thump of her boots upon the floor grew faster and faster as bestial savagery took hold once more. The lull from the chemicals surging through her had been a brief respite from the carnage. But she had broken back down into a full headlong charge once more. She did not bother trying to command helix to keep up - the Mechanoid would do as he pleased, ultimately.

The flurry of firepower sent down way at the Kainite that zipped past her quicksilver form ending up leaving a metallic ring through the hall from where she had come. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Thundering through the hall came Lirka Ka with blade in hand, a metal missile surging forth into the defenders' line without so much as a care. Unlike the rest of them, it wasn't too hard to graft some new bit or bob onto her wretched form to fix what recklessness breaks.

"Meager life, prostrating before man. Vapid existence, unworthy before darkness!"

She leapt to the air, in the animalistic simple-mindedness Lirka threw herself at the largest of them. Gazim's towering defense stood as an affront to all Lirka desired, with great-machete swinging down in a mighty arc with the crackling of it's Electro-Plasma Filament sizzling through the air as the mechanized might of the beast laid into the towering zealot.

 

[Matsu Ike]

OBJECTIVES: Clash of Destiny
ALLIES: Jedi
ENEMIES: Death Star

She walked through the food court as the small map was in her hand... not much information wise just a lot of pictures and tourism spots. She could get a general idea of where she was though while moving. The smells of food being cooked or abandoned was hanging in the air. She was still following the main gun as it went down deeper and deeper into the station. The feeling of others in her senses before she stopped for a moment and listened in the force. She could feel more strong ones coming while she moved. her feet still hovering when she didn't need to make a stride but she was quiet for the time being.

Allowing herself to follow along for a moment when she grabbed a small tray of food and went down the line. Picking up a few things and trying it out. The spoonful of grey brown soupy meat was... interesting as she saw it. "Hmm even the vast knowledge of the force can't answer some mysteries." She looked at it. "Mystery meat though does lead to strong stomachs... I wouldn't be surprised if the soldiers here could survive the poisons and spice of hutt food." She said it with aa nod when she continued forward looking at it. Stopping only when therre was a tram connection going deeper into the station.

She could see it and moved with her attention on some parts of it. There were officers and soldiers there as she popped up and stood next to them. "So you guys here for the tram? I am trying to find the crystal chamber but I think I took a wrong turn at Alderaan deck." There was a look from them and the jedi master looked at them offering a hand. "Suravi from section four." She said it and shook the hand as the one offer was looking at her. "I came to make sure the crystals are calibrated.... can't have enough calibration." She made a point of mimicing pulling her pants up with a large grin and the officer spoke to another as the tram was pulling up and they seemed confused more then anything as she got onto the tram for a moment.

Thinking about it as the jedi master waited... and then waited with the doors closing and none of them had felt the urge to get on when she was there as they seemed to figure it out and shock.. then surprise was on their face... then anger before it seemed they had a hard time speaking. Her focus shifting for a moment to seize aand still their vocal cords... their voice gone for now and would be for several hours as she found a place to stand. THey still were not moving as she waved her hand at them goodbye and was continuing deeper and deeper. Her attention going to the front when she reached out to search for the crystals main chamber.