Invasion Cleansing Fire | BotM Invasion of GA held Jedha and Jakku

[Harson Thaddeus]

• OBJECTIVE:
  • Consolidate Forces, Assist Evacuation.
• LOCATION:
  • GADF Army Jedha Temporary Headquarters
• ALLIES:
  • Bernard of Arca Zark San Tekka Gorthalon Zanvic "Ironhide" Dak Syndulla Command
• FOES:
  • The Mongrel Keilara Kala'myr Marlon Sularen

//>"Overlord, this is Rancor Actual, our battery is at 75% combat effectiveness and dropping, over."<\\

//>"Rancor Actual, Overlord. There isn't much we can do to change that without air support, continue to return fire on enemy aircraft until further instructions, out."<\\

If Harson had been speaking to the artillery commander on a hand-held device, he'd certainly have crushed it in his fist by this point. Perhaps that was the reason he was always given a headset, he tried in vain to humor himself with. Off-world communications were still being jammed by the enemy fleet in orbit, while surface communications had emerged to be a slight operational risk for a variety of reasons.

For the latter reason in-particular he had ordered runners to be dispatched, small infantry teams that could be light on their feet, and manoeuvre their way through the warzone that was once New Jedha City to reliably transmit messages between larger combat formations without the concern of interception. The messages remained unknown to the deliverers, encrypted on small data-sticks that could easily be deciphered by fellow GADF units, but would take too long for the enemy to decrypt to be useful in the heat of battle, by the time they did, the information on them would already be out of date.

In the event that any individual runner team happened to fail, the General was still willing to utilize conventional ground communications, as risky as it was given the sophisticated technology present in the battle-space, though he had frequently been continuing to do so, particularly in regards to his artillery batteries, still, communicating with the Navy remained borderline impossible for the time being. Pinching at the bridge of his nose, he closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, before the voice of one of his subordinates dragged him back to reality, somewhat reluctantly.

"Sir, it looks like the 6th Sector Fleet has engaged the enemy fleet in orbit, and we think the Prosperity is descending to the surface." His brow perked upwards at that, eyes switching over to the uniformed man before they darted away to scan the rest of the room, a sudden surge of optimism threatened to jeopardize his more grounded, practical planning at that information. The Navy was finally doing its part, but they weren't out of the woods just yet. "As soon as the Prosperity is in-range, I want them patched through to the command center." He ordered firmly, the young man nodding before he departed.

The heart of the hastily constructed command center contained a real-time map of the battlefield, using the IFF signatures of troops on the ground to keep track of their positions, and clumping them up together in-order to form mostly accurate representations of large-scale units moving around the city. Standing over it, arms folded across his combat armor, cigarra still nestled between his teeth, the Major General noticed a particular convergence towards the temple from several formations, and a number of marines beginning to retreat from the city walls, likely heading in a similar direction. Tythoni Square was being hammered, and it was likely that the remaining civilians were with these withdrawing units.

"Do we still have a secure route to the Holy Quarter in place?" He asked to no one in-particular, knowing that those in his immediate vicinity would choose among themselves who would respond. "Negati--" Someone, he wasn't even sure whom, spoke up, but before they could even finish, his temper erupted. "Then get one set-up, damn it!" He yelled abruptly, the room momentarily quietening down as it always did when their commanding officer made his impatience known, though it quickly returned to life. "I don't care who you have to reassign, just get it done." The General added, watching the tactical map as Jedi General Zark's forces withdrew.

The Maw were ferocious, and barbaric enemies, they worked best when their enemy was divided and disorganized. Their scum infested the city like the grim little pests that they were, and at this stage it was more important for the Alliance to consolidate its forces, and to establish an easily defendable MSR (Main Supply Route) than to risk entire units being routed due to their own insistence on defending strategically worthless districts under the pretense that more enemy occupied territory meant an ensured defeat.

His headquarters, though not located in the city's Holy Quarter, was still not too great a distance from it that defending a corridor between the two would be impractical, and it was important that they could, so that in the event of one location being compromised, the they could safely, and quickly evacuate to the other. Already, a number of battalions, mostly combined arms in nature, mechanized, armored and light infantry began to pull back from their forward positions, and withdraw towards the designated corridor between the GADF Army Headquarters, and the Holy Quarter. Most of the forces under Thaddeus' command remained combat effective, and would provide a firm defense against any renewed Maw offensives.

Not long after, the first runners would link up with General Zark, and Senator Couteau's groups, each presenting information containing Harson's plan to consolidate his forces, and establish the corridor. Though as Couteau was already close, and General Zark was in the process of coming closer to the temple, and by extension the GADF Army Headquarters, communications would begin to clear enough for more vocal contact between them in the event that anything needed to be relayed, or requested from either end.

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[Yula Perl]

Romi Jade | The Mongrel

The assault had left her lungs burning and breathless. Force bellow wasn't difficult to use, but honing it into the controlled chaos that made it this effective left her throat raw. But it worked, in tandem with playing on her opponent's confidence, she'd forced The Mongrel back and regained the hold of her weapon. The cracks in the glop foam began to spiral, and soon her wrist was free from the cement-like grasp.

Her heart thudded loudly in her ears, so much that it had nearly deafened the Force-enhanced yell from earlier. Being pinned like a fly—or gnat, according to The Mongrel—against an alley wall was disturbing. Yula was not a bruiser, relying on her agility and quick thinking to get out of sticky situations. One of those hadn't been taken from her, and the other barely managed to buy her some time.

"C'monc'monc'mooooon—!"

With the mobility in her wrist back, she flipped the lightsaber above and over her to the best angle she could manage and slowly seared her way through the duracrete glop connecting her to the wall. It was…everywhere, and heavy. Her mechanical legs, save for one, were ruined. Yula knew that she couldn't afford to be weighed down by something non-functional and covered in thick residue, so she made the painful decision to remove the skeletal appendages.

"Nng-" The lightsaber was burning a path through the solid foam and metal mess, but not fast enough for her. Halfway done, two legs severed, one more to go. Each time she severed a connection, it caused her brain to buzz wildly in the most unpleasant way. Still couldn't free herself. Yula's teeth were practically grinding themselves to dust.

"Just die, witch!"

Out of time.

Yelping, the Zeltron ducked as low as she could, dropping her saber to instinctively cover her head with her hands. The Mongrel's flames roared above her, so close that Yula swore she could feel the heat even through the protective layers of her helmet, even if she couldn't. Her armor provided some level of resistance against fire, but it wouldn't be able to withstand a direct hit for long. The intense heat did, however, help loosen the permacrete prison.

"You know something?"

A tight, sharp swing of the gold saber and the last leg was gone, stuck against the wall in a demented pile of melted duracrete, metal and sparks. As an engineer, the sight almost made Yula sick. She stumbled away from the wall with a gasp, forcing herself to find footing with her newfound freedom and fire splaying everywhere. The blade was recalled to her side and holstered.

"I don't like you either."

He'd literally disarmed her. Dis-legged her? Whatever, The Mongrel was making more work for her. It would take hundreds of hours to repair the damage done, design new legs, get the hydraulics right, order parts…she was irritated just thinking about it. Provided she survived this encounter.

Even more light-footed now that she wasn't carrying around extra equipment, Yula darted low, aiming to slide swiftly between The Mongrel's legs and out the other side.

"Bye, Bith!"

Spoiler: Actions Taken

• Cut through two of her own mechanical legs and about half of the dried glop foam with her lightsaber.
• Ducks to avoid as much of The Mongrel's flamethrower as she can, the heat loosens the foam.
• Slices off the last leg, finally free.
• Attempts to put some distance between them by sliding through The Mongrel's legs.

 

[Marlon Sularen]

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O P E R A T I O N_S T O R M F R O N T

FINAL DAWN
JEDHA , MID RIM

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"So in order to save the Galaxy? You're going to kill everyone? That's definitely not words coming from a madman."

"No , Jax." Sularen said in his usual cold and emotionless tone. "This Galaxy is beyond saving. Only by eradicating all Civilizations can we build a better future for the Galaxy by starting all over from scrap. A Clean Slate , a New Genesis , a Pure Order." However as Sularen finished speaking he noticed something. Jax didn't seem to pay attention to the Grand Overseer and seemed to be distracted by something , or perhaps someone. Soon enough Jax returned his focus to Sularen before responding in an seemingly aggressive tone.

Good to see you on the rooftop to gloat about galactic domination before you open fire. But just before we get this dance started. There are plenty people who don't share power and will make sure to protect the ones they love from mad dogs like you."

Sularen smiled. "Of-Course there will be people that will oppose us. There will always be people opposing us. But they will always fail , just like at Csilla , at Jakku , at Coruscant and soon here at Jedha. But enough talk" Sularen said before snapping his fingers signalling his men to engage the Jedi Master with their powerful Kamikiri Blades.

As the Elite Raptors charged at Jax Thio , he unleashed a powerful Force Push throwing back most of the Raptors and knocking Sularen to the Ground. As the Grand Overseer looked up from his position on the ground , he saw Jax execute a Backflip and take some cover before shouting

NOW BB!

"BB?" Sularen said in confusion. Before the Grand Overseer could process what Jax meant , an X-Wing suddenly appeared out of nowhere unleashing it's wrath against Sularen's Raptor Commandos unleashing a powerful volley of Blaser Canon Fire against the Grand Overseer and his Men. Some Raptors were hit by the X-Wing's Laser Canons but with their Specialized Armor with Considerable Energy Resistance along with their Subdermal Armor and Skeletal Coating , even a direct hit from the X-Wing's Laser Canons would not be enough to kill them , although it was still powerful enough to incapacitate them for a while. Fortunately for Sularen , the X-Wing missed him.

As Sularen stood up , helped by the remaining 6 Raptors still standing (The Others are knocked out) and started laughing before addressing Jax. "Really Jax? An Airstrike? I thought you were a Jedi , not a Coward." The Grand Overseer then took out his personal NK01 Fujita Rail Pistol "Come out and fight like a real man , and not as a coward hitting behind some Airstrikes" The Grand Overseer said again taunting the Jedi Master in an attempt to draw him out. The Grand Overseer then took out his Comlink and said. "Captain Fisk. I need you to send a Group of TIE Strikers to my position asap. There is an annoying Fly in the sky that needs to be dealt with" Captain Fisk who was overseer Atmospheric Operations from the Predator quickly responded , acknowledging and carrying out the Grand Overseer's orders soon sending a Flight Group of 8 TIE Strikers after Jax's X-Wing hoping to shoot it out of the sky. Sularen then shifted his focus to Jax once more. "No more Airstrikes for you , Jax. Now come out and play" Sularen said in a Malicious Tone with his Rail Pistol in hand , ready to put down the Jedi Master the moment he revealed himself.

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Tag | Jax Thio ​

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[The Mongrel]

Location: Jedha, New Jedha City
Engaging: Yula Perl
Nearby: Keilara Kala'myr | Zark San Tekka | Bernard of Arca | Westenra Mina | Harson Thaddeus

Spoiler: TL;DR

• The Mongrel fires micro-grenades at the artillery-damaged street Yula is running / sliding to
  • He uses his integrated sensors to target structural weaknesses exposed by the bombardment
• The street collapses into the sewers and catacombs below, a ten-meter drop amid sharp rubble
• The Mongrel goes to check whether or not Yula fell in

The Maw's grand plan for Jedha was coming unraveled.

It might all have fallen into place if only the assault had gone a little faster. As the Prosperity descended, signaling the link between Jedi, Alliance Army, and Alliance Navy being reestablished, a thousand such ifs ran through The Mongrel's head. If they'd landed at the center of the city and pushed outward from key locations, instead of trying to tighten the noose from the outside in. If they'd detected and neutralized the Alliance artillery earlier. If they'd simply leveled the whole place with the World Devastators, never giving the Jedi a chance.

It had seemed like the right plan at the time, a way to seize valuable slaves and supplies from the frontier port while also killing Jedi and ravaging their holy sites... but their effort to do everything at once was now threatening to prevent them from actually completing any of their objectives. The Brotherhood soldiers deployed to New Jedha City had been enough to challenge and even overwhelm the Jedi who had deployed here, but with the GADF and other allies now arriving, the force looked small compared to the challenge.

Perhaps The Mongrel had allowed his own overconfidence, the arrogance brought on by his powerful new body, to infect his tribe as well. He had assumed that, with their savagery and technology and faith, they could bring down the Force-warriors in one great battle. But despite his pride in his troops, he had to remember that they were just mortals, and each Jedi was still a demigod, their allies often not far behind. The piles of corpses left in the wake of Westenra Mina , an army's worth of Mawites butchered, could attest to that.

And so could the warlord trouble he was having himself.

The Mongrel hissed in frustration as Yula once again used his attacks to her advantage, the heat of the flame he'd tried to cook her with instead helping to dry out her bonds, making them brittle. With a few swipes of her saber she had freed herself, escaping his trap... and ending the opportunity that had brought him the closest he had ever come to killing a Jedi. Granted, she'd made some sacrifices to wriggle free, cutting off her suit's mechanical appendages like a womp rat chewing off a foot to escape a trap. But still...

She was loose again, and that was bad news for him.

"Bye, Bith!" The Jedi snarked at him, a schoolyard taunt tossed his way as she slid right between his hulking legs. Damnation; she had eluded not only his literal constraint in the form of the goo, but also his ability to trap her in the alley, restricting her ability to maneuver. Now their duel could spill out into the cratered street, its ancient sandstone thoroughfares strewn with ash and rubble after the intensive Alliance artillery strikes... and she could no doubt run circles around him in that wide-open space. He was faster than most assumed...

... but she had magic that his cybernetics could not match.

He had to slow down, stop making decisions emotionally. What had he been thinking, employing his flamethrower - a weapon best used against light infantry - against a heavily-armored opponent? As satisfying as it would have been to cook her alive inside her metal shell, a suit of armor that advanced could survive ordinary fire for quite some time. So what, then, should he employ against this nimble foe? His discarded warblade had already proven far too slow and clumsy, giving her a literal leg up on him when she'd used it as a springboard.

Not blasters (she'd deflect them), not slugs (she'd block them), not blades (too slow), not fire (too weak), not gas (she had a filtered helmet)... he dared not throw or launch anything at her, or she'd catch it and toss it back. The Mongrel was starting to get a sinking feeling that he'd blown the one chance he'd had to actually end her when he'd been too slow (and too arrogant) to finish her off while she was stuck in the glop. What did one do against an opponent who could evade, block, or redirect every weapon in one's arsenal?

Perhaps one didn't attack that opponent directly.

"Yes," The Mongrel rasped, grinning nastily, "goodbye." He held out his left arm, hand up vertically, and his palm slid open to reveal the barrel of a weapon. It was his integrated micro-grenade launcher, each of the explosives in its clip of twenty-four capable of generating a one-meter burst of concentrated energy. He dared not fire it at Yula, for fear that she would simply catch the little charges and throw them right back at him. Instead, he aimed at the edges of the street, the sensors in his cybernetic eyes helping him to precisely target each burst.

Much like the ancient city it had replaced, destroyed long ago by the Death Star, New Jedha City was built atop a plateau... a plateau utterly honeycombed with tunnels. There were holy catacombs and tombs and meditation chambers beneath various temples. There were basements and garages and subterranean hydroponics labs under the various apartment buildings. And there were the sorts of tunnels that all cities must have in order to provide simple civic necessities: sewers, power lines, wiring for communications. They all ran together.

The result: streets that were unstable at the best of times.

These were not the best of times. The artillery barrage that Harson Thaddeus had unleashed had all but leveled New Jedha City, cratering the earth like rainfall on a sand dune. The thin layer of sandstone that separated above from below was all the thinner now, and The Mongrel's enhanced vision could detect just where the thinnest parts were, the places where the city's underworld was poised to break through. These were the places he targeted, widening the cracks, weakening the supports. Until, with a great, sharp crack...

The entire street Yula had rushed toward fell into the sewers below.

It was a drop of a good ten meters, and dangerous for more than just that; fragments of blasted roadway collapsed unevenly in a cloud of sandstone dust, becoming jagged daggers of rock as they plummeted into the drainage tunnel. The Mongrel stalked forward, clapping a hand over the lightsaber wound Yula had left on his chassis to snuff the small electrical fire that had broken out there, and gazed into the pit. His cybernetic eyes scanned through the dust cloud, trying to determine if the Jedi had actually fallen... and if she still lived.

"Goodbye indeed," he hissed, hoping he'd seen the last of her.

After all, he really needed to get back to his warriors. He had wasted too much time with this one Jedi, and he could feel the momentum of the Mawite assault stalling. Even with the defenses of the Holy Quarter finally cracked, the Jedi and GADF were falling back in a steady, controlled pattern that the Brotherhood had thus far failed to disrupt... and help was on the way. With all the casualties they had taken, and were still taking as brutal enemy champions hunted them through the streets, the Scar Hounds needed to finish this soon.

They had to break the enemy before the Alliance forces reunited.

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

IT'S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN...​

Location: Kyber Temple

Spoiler: Lightsabers

"ELOAH" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)

Spoiler: GEAR

Comm-link, Rebreather, Custom Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt

Spoiler: STARSHIP/COMPANIONS

Starship: Starlight Sentinel, (Jedi Interceptor in the landing bay, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)
Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller", Pilot droid Mu51c - "Music", "Aricsias" Wookiee Clan (pops in and out of posts)

Foes: BOTM Darth Solipsis Danika Leventis Kyrel Ren Marlon Sularen
Allies: Dagon Kaze Zaka The Doppelganger Aeris Lashiec Bernard of Arca Jax Thio

”The only thing needed for evil to thrive is for good men to stand by and do nothing.” - Sir Edmund Burke​

The Master of Ren was looking at him with some kind of sadistic smile, almost as if he believed that Caltin was falling to the Dark Side. Oh, if it were only that simple. His strength came from the strength of will you must have to endure all that he has and still remain true to your core beliefs. Truth be told, Caltin Vanagor would already be a Sith Lord more than likely if he hadn’t made a promise to his father as a young child. He promised his father to “always do the right thing”.

Sure, this may seem silly, but that very conversation was the glue that kept the big guy together in his worst times. Being the “voice for the voiceless” and standing up for those who cannot stand up for themselves. It was idealistic and dangerous for a Jedi to have these feelings and emotions, but this has been Caltin’s entire life. To be frank, it took a lot of focus to keep his direction and centered on the mission at hand in times like this, but yeah, he could teeter hard on that proverbial fence.

The Temple was coming down, and it was coming down fast. Caltin could protect himself so that was not really an issue. The history of the Temple and all that it represented would be a problem if the structure were to collapse. It would be a symbol of a Sith victory but it could, and would be rebuilt. That is what drove the massive Jedi Master. The Sith could have their little victories, but they would never last. Coruscant was being rebuilt. There was a rumor that the Jedi Temple on Ossus was being repurposed, this was the truth of life. He would survive. The Temple would be rebuilt. Ren wanted him to choose between saving himself, protecting the Temple, and going after him…

… Caltin’s choice was easy.

Oh, it’s up to me?

Caltin was no engineer or architect, but he what walls were load-bearing and what was not. He would be able to save the entire Temple, but he could counter the effects of what the Master of Ren was doing. Focusing on everything that he cared about everyone that made a difference to him and in his life gave him the center he needed to pull it off. What “it” was, was put an end to the efforts of Kyrel Ren and either take him down or drive him out. He was not one for “final” acts like the one it could take in bringing down the epitome of death in front of him.

He didn’t want the Temple to collapse, but in effect, Ren was doing him a favor by bringing down the ceiling. The roof was opening and the big guy had a view of the heavens and he went to work. Focusing on those lost on Jakku, those lost on Coruscant he used the feelings of loss to focus on the future of the order and the galaxy. Those feelings of pain, and loss, he used them, but not in the way a Sith would, he used them to give him the strength he needed, the only way he could use it.

He used it to call lightning from the sky.

Decisions… Decisions… I’d hold onto something if I were you...

The electrical energy shooting down from the skies rocketed through the roof and slammed into their floor. The destructive shock crumbled the floor beneath them, they would fall if they did not reach for something.

... YET THE DAWN ALWAYS COMES.

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: New Jedha
Equipment: Jedi Armor, DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol,Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Second Lightsaber, Promise Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Zark San Tekka , Rann Thress , Bernard of Arca , Marlon Sularen (Enemy)


<Ah I'm fracked,> BB-12 gave a sad beep as a squad of TIE Fighters quickly descended from space and immediately showered Jax's X-Wing with a fusillade of missiles, BB-12 had to do some complex maneuvering to evade the onslaught with some 360 spins to dodge the missle and did a slingshot maneuver accelerating to the sky and then falling on top of the squad of TIE Fighters harassing them with an array of blaster cannon fire. BB-12 took out two of the strikers before streaking away from the building where Jax and Marlon were, the TIE Strikers on hot pursuit firing on the X-Wing.

<I'm gonna have to shake these guys off!> BB-12 whirred. <May take a while!>

"When will you able to make another pass?" Jax asked holding his fingers to the mini radio.

<I dunno?!> BB-12 whirred. <30 minutes to an hour. You can try jumping real high and throw thermal detonators on some fools if ya miss me and want to simulate my great airstrike!>

"Cheeky bastard," Jax muttered.

<I'll see you later Jax!> BB-12 beeped. <You better not be dead when I get back or I'm going to piss on your corpse!>

Sighing heavily, Jax turned his attention onto Marlon and his men peeking out of the corner. He was disappointed at the fact that not only Marlon was unharmed but his troopers as well. At least they were knocked out for the time being but Marlon was once again monologuing like one of those damn summer Holovids that BB-12 was addicted to. "Really?" Jax said. "So a few minutes ago you just outnumbered me with a damn troopers with Lightsaber resistant weapons and armor and I'm the coward?"

Part of Jax just wanted to retreat, but Marlon was a high value target. He was one of the Brotherhood of the Maw's top generals and was very active on the political scene. Marlon would be very valuable if Jax could get him alive. "So Marlon you want me to fight like a man eh?" Jax said coming out from his hiding place activating his Lightsaber. "First things first!"

With a wave of his hand, Jax used the Force to freeze three of the incapacitated troopers in place. "I just want to make this fair," he said holding his Lightsaber close to him. "Let's dance."

 

[Tegan Starfall]

Post: 6
Objective: Run for your life
Location: Jedha City
Equipment: Mind Crown | Black MidNight Duster with Hood | Echani shield suit | Grav Boots | Eltro Life Gloves | x4 red lightsabers | Defender | Forearm Lanvorak | Wrist Laser | x2 FWG-5 Flechette Smart Pistol | Boomer | X4 Daggers | Pack of Death sticks | Various Explosives | Holopad
Allies: The Mongrel | Keilara Kala'myr | Dark Apostle | Kyrel Ren | Marlon Sularen | Darth Mori
Enemies: Elpsis Kerrigan | Jax Thio | Caltin Vanagor (Meat Head) | Bernard of Arca | Arlo Renard | Zaka | Seto Du Couteau | Viers Connory
Engaging: Elpsis Kerrigan

The witch looked up cuts across her face blood slowly sliding down her painted face. Her teeth gritted and her eyes burned with fury as she watched her disc's and saber go to work. She took a deep breath and pushed herself back up looking over to her right arm, it felt cold with a nagging numbness as the nerve ending died. Her coat arm's, armor, and gloves where all melted to the flesh like a plastic, leather, and metal skin. She felt no pain in her arm but she knew it would be pretty useless from here on out. She ached all over, even if this was a newer body for her she felt her actual age deep in her bones.


She grunted as she staggered to her feet, right arm just hanging at her side limp and almost dead. She gritted her Teeth as she looked across the battlefield at the young on in their tattered armor hitting the jet pack had done it's job. The two hadn't even got in close range of each other and had done so much carnage to their opponent. Tegan could feel it across her web as the Elpsis charged up and fueled her anger. Tegan sneered across at the woman, Debris began to shake and rise as Tegan stared on defiant like show me what you got. Tegan right foot stomped and kicked at the ground in a weird like she was bull steaming up for a charge.


Tegan eyes didn't move as she stared right through her enemy again, then a wicked smile crossed her face. Then her Left hand grabbed another one of her saber and with a snap-hiss the red beam came to life and Tegan charged forth. Magical energy shooting from her foot into he symbol she had stomped into the ground as she charged forward. Her legs ached and burned as she took off in a mad sprint for her enemy. Hot shrapnel came for her it slicing through her Jacket shredding it in a lot of areas and embedding itself in her armor weakening it. A few pieced sliced at exposed skin which she would have bled from if the shrapnel hadn't been hot cauterizing as soon as it did.


Tegan was about to reach Elpsis her saber coming up aim to cleave the woman's head clean off from left to right with pure fury. As Tegan leapt in the air a piece of the hot shrapnel slammed into her left eye and Tegan head jerked back quickly. Blood spirted into the air and unto Elpsis's helmet as Tegan went flying back and fell to the ground on her back. Blood quickly covering her face blinding her as a large chunk of metal protruded from left eye.


Not being able to see anything on her back, Tegan just spit the blood out from her mouth. Then came a wicked laughter from the maniac who would clearly die if she didn't get medical attention soon. She was laughing hysterically cover in her own blood the shrapnel had done too much damage to cauterize this wound it was one big hole in the head. "One to the Brain Pan…. Splat!" Tegan sputter as she began to laugh again.


Tegan let go of her saber and reached to her belt arming a thermal detonator with a dead man switch leaving her thumb on the trigger so it would slip away and go boom if she passed away. Then she spoke out directly to Elpsis's. "You won't see the next part coming, having died before I can tell you it won't be a fun experience at least not the first time." Then a bloody smirk crossed Tegan's face. A doppelganger image of Tegan rose up out of the web behind Elpsis and fired a grenade round from the boomer into Elpsis's back.

 

[Keilara Kala'myr]

Ziare Dyarron | Keilara Kala'myr
COMPNOR (ISB) Junior Agent, Nite agent | Marauder of the Maw​

Objective I: Defile the City
Location: Tythoni Square, New Jedha City, Jakku
Equipment: FS-18-UP2 Omega Phase Assault Rifle | 2x PV-16 "Sunfury" Pulse Pistol | Druetium Armour | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | 2x Vibrodagger || Stealth field generator || OPBC-01m
Allies: The Mongrel | Marlon Sularen | Tegan Starfall
Enemies: Harson Thaddeus | Bernard of Arca | Zark San Tekka | Gorthalon | Asmundr Varobalder | Seto Du Coutaeu | Westenra Mina

[ Mitternacht ]
"Galactic Basic" | ~"Telepathic" communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

OOC: Another filler post.

The Crimson Company​

Another building, the Crimson Company, continued to visit the previously marked buildings as they approached Tythooni Plaza. They could move easily and quickly, they had practice in this. Already back home, during the years of uprising, they had learned how to proceed as a shadow so that no one or few would notice them. They had always moved in the greatest chaos by already knowing the terrain so they knew where and how to go.

They did so now, stealing money or valuables from rich buildings and apartments, from which they could later buy equipment. When they found themselves facing civilians or guards, they did not leave witnesses. Although, as the siege progressed, the Crimson Company found only empty apartments, buildings and streets. Or it was just their fellow mawite they met. And of course they did not attack them.

They were in one of the buildings just when the orbital bombardment happened. After that, they too were ordered to besiege Tythooni Plaza. They also received the package that Mercy had sent from the place, as well as the message that it would be more practical to use the side streets than the main road from which the Maw people were trying to get into the square anyway. They liked easier and faster progress for the team anyway.

That is why they used the alleys, the canals, avoiding everything and everyone they could. They were moving underground when they arrived at the edge of Tythooni Plaza. Here the sewer system collapsed, so here they had to return to the surface two or three blocks away. This was the part where Mercy had first detonated a grenade. And the team, unaware that they had used the same route that Mercy had used before, reached the agreed point.

Crimson Company arrives at the edge of Tythooni Plaza…

 

[Danika Leventis]

ALLIES: BOTM | NEW SITH ORDER | Whoever else is Maw side (I'm lazy)
ENEMIES: GA | NEW JEDI ORDER | Any other Light Side scum
ENGAGING: Aeris Lashiec | Arlo Renard
GEAR:

Spoiler

The Fortuna in orbit
Lightsabers
Phrik blades
Phrik dagger
Dressed to kill
Company from the Legion of Bone among which is the Ash Hellions led by Nathan Graves and a surprise for Aeris

O~~>SONG ON FIRE<~~O​

It was bittersweet.

It was a relief to get rid of some of that pent up anger at what had happened all that time ago. But while Aeris writhed on the ground at his hand, another emotion crept up on him.

Regret.

It did not bring the relief he had been looking for. It merely reminded him of all he had lost. All he had destroyed in his quest to ensure a better life for them. If only time and personality could change along with his physical form. Then things could have been different.

Before he could make the choice to let up on the torture, however, Aeris took that choice once again.

He had no way to prepare for the onslaught of the Light she sent back to him. It had all happened so fast. The vengeance of it. The judgement. It did not merely smother the Darkness. It struck at his heart like a million vibroblades, tearing it apart. The one person that had the power to save him.

And she chose to condemn him.

He sunk to his knees as the Light seared through him. There was nothing good and right about it. It destroyed equally as much as the Darkness had. No loving touch, no saving grace. It just burned with the vengeance of a million stars.

"Repent, or die."

Tears of pain and heartache streamed down his face as he looked up at her as he tried to resist the searing Light as best he could. His body convulsed but his now-skyblue eyes locked onto hers.
"Then kill me!" he gritted. "I will not repent that I wanted a better life for us, Aeris." He groaned in pain.

"If it is wrong to love someone like that, then kill me now!"

She did not realise she had been holding her breath.

Staring at the mass of mangled flesh that had been the Padawan had Danika almost worried, her anger almost halted in its tracks. There were lines that even she would not cross. She was no child killer. She had seen him regenerate before, but even for him there had to be an amount of damage he could not take. Her breath had hitched at the sight of the damage. But then he moved.

Breath escaped her lips in half relief before she readied her stance once more.

<I do understand,> Kai said, still clutching the hilt of his lightsaber in a mangled hand. <But if that's how it is, I can't allow you to hurt anyone else.>

With a sigh, Danika clenched her jaw. The ignorance of this boy would be the death of him at some point.
<So be it.> she said. She knew what was coming. Samron had fallen prey to it, after all.

But she was not some Non Force User.

She was the Herald of Death.

With her one foot always in the ethereal plane, the Abyss was ever present within her being at varying intensities. When the feral mind of Kai entered her own, Danika merely opened the latch.

When Kai attempted to clamp down on her mind, he would find absolutely no resistance. He would find nothing but the hollowness of the Realm of the Dead.

On the corporeal plane, Danika met his saber with her own before it could get close to her shoulder. She locked his blade within her crossed ones.
<Have fun in there, little Padawan. My mind has belonged to someone else far longer than you have been alive. But you know this already, don't you? You should listen to your superiors.> she told him, her voice echoing towards him from the Abyss while she still held him in a lock.

Then she brought an elbow around to land a solid blow on his nose while shoving away his blade with the one saber still blocking it. Then she moved to the side and back to be ready to face whatever he brought once more.
<Stand down, boy, and I might be benevolent enough to let you go. I have come here to give you my answer to what you have done to Samron, and I have given it already. No need for you to die just yet. Not by my hand, at least.> she told him.

Not far from her, it seemed that Alex was in dire straits against Aeris. Danika had no loyalty to him. She had brought him along because their interests had aligned for a moment. He had fulfilled his purpose in shaking up the librarian. And indeed he did. Danika barely had enough time to lift some fingers to throw up a Force barrier against the searing vengeance that Aeris had unleashed.

As it was, some of the Light did affect her, burning some of the shadow away, but not in the same capacity it would have had the barrier not been active.

Gritting her teeth against it, she kept her eyes on Kai.
<I won't be running away again this time, boy. I have achieved what I wanted to, so back away while you can. Killing you or anyone else would just bring me more headache, as you would plague me for eternity from the Netherworld. You're already annoying enough now. I don't need that every hour of every day.> she told him. Death would be too kind, after all. Or what ever other excuse there was not to destroy his hide. Torture was one thing, but outright killing youth was not in her repertoire.

Either that, or she was going soft.

The thought of it made her cringe slightly.

 

[Aeris Lashiec]

Danika Leventis
Arlo Renard

There was a resentment behind those green eyes as she stared down at her prey, well-aware that she had her metaphorical hand wrapped tight against its neck. She was in control of this, the anger and righteous fury that she felt was entirely warranted. This being had crushed her heart twice now and kept the pieces it left behind. Her tongue poked out between her lips like a predator wishing to get a taste of the spoils before it had even been caught, as if the taste lingered in the air.

Her hand angled the blade towards his neck. All it would take was a brief touch, a slice against the artery and throat to end the torment that she had endured for the last few years. The more the thought circled around her mind, the more enticing it became. Her teeth gritted with anger as she raised it above her head. The hum of her lightsaber weeped through the air for little more than a second before she caught a glance of the sky blue eyes that she had fallen for, a very long time ago now.

All the perceived righteousness, the ability to even move or speak, was gone in an instant. All that was left was a blade held inches from her lover's neck before it extinguished and she began to shake. Her eyes widened, the realization of what she was about to do dawning on her all too fast as she began to stagger backwards. She went from having almost tasted the air to having all of it escape her in an instant. Her lungs burned, her throat tightened as her eyes began to burn again and a heart-wrenching shriek parted her lips.

"I MOURNED YOU!" She broke down completely. "YOU LEFT ME. YOU PROMISED THAT YOU WOULD ALWAYS COME BACK. YOU. NOT AS SOMEONE ELSE, BUT YOU, ALEX MORTIMER."

There was no stopping the years worth of pent up emotion, no reaching past the tears she had forbidden herself from shedding. This man, this being, this shapeshifting moron had been her first love and yet unlike the stories Aeris had read she seemed so desperately unwilling to move on or let go.

"I would never kill you. I already thought I had once before and it destroyed me." She swallowed hard and shook her head. "When you began to attack those men, when I felt that anger coursing through you, I was scared. When you turned your blade on me because I did not want to join you, I died."


"This life you thought you were building since we met is built on a foundation of hate and destruction." She sobbed. "I cannot follow you on that path."

"Please," She begged. "Come with me. Back to how things were."

 

[Bernard of Arca]

JEDHA CITY
Northern Section
Tythoni Square, Holy Quarter​

BLUFOR: The Galactic Alliance, their Allies;

Nearby: Zark San Tekka , Gorthalon , Jax Thio , Seto Du Couteau , Harson Thaddeus ​

Same System: Asmundr Varobalder , Syndulla Command ​

OPFOR: The Brotherhood of the Maw, The New Sith Order; OPEN

Nearby: The Mongrel 's Forces, Tegan Starfall , Marlon Sularen ​

Engaged: Keilara Kala'myr​

OBJECTIVE: Don't Die​

Spoiler: ooc note

Sorry for the wait, been having weeks that were very counter-conducive to writing.

Bernard couldn't make out anything happening inside the Hall. Only one of the massive double doors stood ajar, barely open enough to let the commander through. His voice rang out inside the Hall and soon after the crowd's panicked and hushed chattering died down, replaced by the shuffling of cloth and feet. Bernard had to trust the Commander to do his work, and that he would find a safe way to the rest of the GA forces inside the city. The Maw's Hordes were advancing on Tythoni Square and would likely be advancing on the civilians as they flee. With the remaining troopers who remained, he'd need to hold the line until everyone was brought to safety.

The weight of the building's stone continued to sap Bernard's strength. Through the Force, Bernard could feel the group flow out of the Hall. As they trickled out of the building's back entrance, Bernard's grasp on the stones began to falter. Roof tiles shook loose, crashing against the upper floors, rocks began to crumble and plunge down several levels. It spoke to the Commander's ability that his efforts to coordinate the civilians kept them from breaking into a panic, even as the Hall's ceiling began to rain down on it and blaster fire sounded a few blocks down.

By the time the last of the civilians were to exit, Bernard had let parts of the roof closest to him, where no more civilians resided, fall to save his strength. It wouldn't be much longer until all of them made it out, and, with the lightened load, he had the capacity to try to help them in a small way.

<Starfighter Command for Jedha.> He panted. <This is Jedi Knight Bernard of Arca, I need an escort for a group of civilians. Hostile air support may be incoming and several groups are closing in. They'll need any help—>

An explosion went off behind him, cutting off the comms.

The shockwave launched him into the Hall's heavy set of doors. He felt something snapping in his body as he crashed into them, shoulder-first. His body was pressed against the door, which fortunately gave way, reducing the total impact trauma, but his head slammed against the wood as he twisted in the air.

For a moment, the world was black. Bernard heard what sounded like another explosion that shook the ground. A wave of dust blew over him, and he breathed in the particles, feeling the urge to cough violently but finding himself unable to. When he finally managed to open his eyes, the world was a blur of dark orange and white. His heart was pounding in his chest, but all he heard was a high-pitched whining that seemed to come from everywhere. He squeezed his eyes shut, groaning loudly, trying to sit up, but felt a sharp pain shoot up his leg and through his spine as he tried. He slumped back onto the ground.

Slowly, his vision began to clear up. He managed to make out individual shapes. The foyer of the Great Hall had collapsed around him, leaving him trapped beneath the rubble. Rays of light shone through cracks in the stone, illuminating dust particles as they danced in the aftermath of what had to be the roof having finally collapsed. Bernard tried to move again, that same pain shot through his limb, but this time he forced himself through it. His entire body protested, but he sat up, supporting himself on an elbow, and looked over his wounds.

The side that had been exposed to the explosion was charred black, armour burnt away and the skin beneath singed. Blood was trickling down his chest. He wiped at his cheek and found the blood on his glove. Head wound, that'd explain the skull-splitting headache and intense, nauseating daze. Further down, he felt a sharp pain in his leg, the same one that protested at every movement. That would be the broken limb then. Whether it was shattered or just fractured, he couldn't tell.

By the fact that he stilled lived, he deduced he'd reflexively created a barrier of sorts in the split-second it took the blast wave to reach him. It must have been weak, barely formed, and must have sapped the last of his remaining strength, but it had served its purpose. It had defended him against the worst of the blast wave's heat. It had kept him alive.

He looked up again, at the rubble caging him in.

If he'd been knocked out, even for a moment. If he'd put up that barrier, then...

Panicked screams rang in the street behind the Hall. Moans of pain echoed through caved-in hallways. He'd let go of the roof too early. Before everyone had been evacuated.

A sickening horror crept up his spine. His head started spinning even worse. The world around him little more than a blur. A churning started in his stomach, a painful pressure. He heaved, slamming a hand against his mouth. Dust and blood smeared his face.

The moaning and crying intensified behind him, and he stared into the light breaking through a crack in the stones, horrified.

How many had he killed?

 

[Arlo Renard]

Objective I: Defend the City
Location: On a street outside the Temple of the Kyber
Tags: Danika Leventis Aeris Lashiec

Kai could have fought her. He knew he could’ve. She might surpass him in skill and experience and sheer willpower, but the cheap tricks of the Dark Side had no effect on someone already tainted by it. He faced the depths of her mind without fear. Whatever was in there, rest assured, he had seen worse in the bowels of Coruscant’s underbelly, feeding on the memories of hardened criminals. Or if she indeed had a direct channel to this “Abyss” of the Netherworld, his spirit could handle that, too—

Pain brought him spiraling back to reality. Not the pain of Danika’s punch to his nose, but the searing agony of Aeris’ burning Light.

The doppelganger’s body buckled, collapsing to the pavement. He fell backwards, scrambling out of range of the glow as if it were radioactive. Danika’s words assailed him, but failed to register in his mind, overwhelmed by frenzied panic. He retreated from her not by choice, but out of necessity.

<Aeris!> He could feel his body being unmade by her Light, melting like wax, colors blurring together like wet paint on a canvas. <Aeris! Stop! Please!>

It stopped. Eventually. Kai was far away from the conflict by then, having crawled to safety. Taking shelter amid the ruins of a nearby building, he lay curled up in a ball on the ground, his body slowly regenerating. He knew the Light was not meant for him—he clung to that knowledge like a lifeline through the pain and the tears, beating his fist against the duracrete in frustration.

 

[Yula Perl]

Romi Jade | The Mongrel

"Yes," The Mongrel rasped, grinning nastily, "goodbye."

Yula spun on her heel, braced for the vicious impact of a colossal war blade. Instead, she was faced with a shark-like grin, a raised arm, and the gleaming muzzle of a weapon. A grenade launcher? No, the barrel was too small and mounted at his hand. Well, within his hand. The Mongrel's cybernetics were fascinating to the point of...inspiration.

Standing her ground, Yula raised her left arm in return, palm up, mirroring The Mongrel. No blaster emerged from her hand, and her fingers curled as if she were grasping onto something. Which she was—her goal was not the micro-grenade launcher that started spraying tiny charges along the street, but The Mongrel himself. Concentration flowed through her alongside the Force, cementing her in one spot as she exerted her will with ethereal energy, seeking to assault The Mongrel's bionic body. She could feel the durasteel components of his skeleton, the servos of his muscles, the electricity flowing through his form like lifeblood, and she sought to disrupt it all. Her technopathic assault was wild and precise at the same time; the engineer sought to overload circuits, disrupt connections, scramble sensors, and break synaptic communications—anything she could do to try and cripple the cybernetics of this bestial man before her.

In this moment, she was the equivalent of a raccoon indiscriminately and violently ripping wires from a server.

The small grenades sprayed to either side of her, and at first, Yula falsely believed that she'd caused The Mongrel's aim to go awry. She'd reasoned that if one or two hit her, the concussive force would not be enough to kill, so why stand down? And yet, two dozen small-scale explosions detonated along the perimeter of the street around her.

"You're not very good, are you?"

Smarmy arrogance pulled through the helmet-filtered tone in her voice while satisfaction pumped through her veins like a drug. However, Yula's high was chased away as thunderous crack zagged directly beneath her. "Wha-" Suddenly, she recognized that the timing had been off. He'd discharged his weapon before she'd begun her mechanical ministrations in the Force, so that wonky aim of his had been…intentional.

Oh, bother.

Then came the rumbling, and the earth fell away beneath her feet. Her focus broke from The Mongrel, as did the technopathic assault while she scrambled from one crumbling sandstone chunk to another, desperately clawing for purchase. The dusty earth was collapsing too fast, and soon it swallowed her whole. Before she disappeared into the depths below, she made sure to flip her middle finger into the air, just for The Mongrel.

Then she vanished, snark and all.

Spoiler: Actions Taken

• As The Mongrel is firing microgrenades, Yula attempts a technopathic assault to feth him up from the inside out.
• The street collapses from the grenades and takes Yula with it.

Appropriate gif courtesy of Mongrel

 

[CETCOM]

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O P E R A T I O N_S T O R M F R O N T

FINAL DAWN
JEDHA , MID RIM
FOCUS : Admiral Kaine Hamilton

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WRAITH SQUADRON​

Purifier [Flagship] 4x SRAF Squadrons 2x TIE/fd Fighter Squadrons 2x TIE/fd Interceptor Squadrons Praetorian-Class Star Destroyer [x3] 12x SRAF Squadrons 9x TIE/fd Fighter Squadrons 7x TIE/fd Interceptor Squadrons 2x FD-120 Starfortress Squadron Supremacy I-Class Star Destroyers [x9] 32x SRAF Squadrons 24x TIE/fd Fighter Squadrons 20x TIE/fd Interceptor Squadrons 5x FD-120 Starfortress Squadrons Ascendent-Class Pocket Star Destroyers [x12] 24x SRAF Squadrons 18x TIE/fd Fightrer Squadrons 15x TIE/fd Interceptor Squadrons 3x FD-120 Starfortress Squadrons Invector-Class Monitor Frigate [x5] 4x SRAF Squadrons 3x TIE/fd Fighter Squadrons 3x TIE/fd Interceptor Squadrons EF96 Nebulon-A Escort Frigates [x4] 2x SRAF Squadrons 1x TIE/fd Fighter Squadron 1x TIE/fd Interceptor Squadron Constance-Class Patrol Ships [x6] 4x SRAF Squadrons 2x TIE/fd Interceptor Squadrons

The Main Capital Ships of the Wraith Squadron continued their attack on the Alliance 6th Sector Fleet , maintaining their formation within the Blockade while relentlessly bombarding the Front-Line Vessels of the Alliance Fleet with their Turbolasers to keep them at bay while the Fighters remained in the Hangars of all Vessels patiently waiting to be deployed against any Threat that tried to breakthrough the Blockade. So far the vessels of the 6th Sector Fleet seemed to be holding off well against the constant barrage of Turbolaser Fire from the the Predator , but Hamilton knew that sooner or later those vessels would cave in to the never-ending barrage of Turbolaser Fire from Wrath Squadron , although for now , the Admiral's focus was maintaining the blockade and ensuring that it could hold on long enough to endure the Attack from the 6th Sector Fleet.

"Sir you might want to see this" the Captain of the Purifier shouted from somewhere near the entrance of the Bridge. He had been taking a look at the Tactical Holo-Map displaying the current battle between Wrath Squadron and the 6th Sector Fleet and he had noticed something while Wraith Squadron had been relentlessly bombarding Alliance Warships , somewhere between the Fighter Screen and the Battle Lines of the 6th Sector Fleet. As the Admiral arrived to respond to the Captain's call , the Captain quickly pointed to a set of Alliance Warships that seemed to be organizing some sort of new Battle line , two of them in fact comprised of the MC81k , the Enas and some other smaller Vessels within the 6th Sector Fleet. "Sir , it seems that the enemy Fleet is assembling new Battle lines. I believe they might try to charge the Blockade." the Captain said.

Hamilton took a look at the Holo-Map without responding , watching as Two Secondary Battle Lines each spearheaded by an MC81k Star Cruiser formed up and began advancing towards the Center of the Blockade. The Admiral's eyes widened as he realized what they were trying to execute : An Ackbar Slash , this time with Two Battlelines crashing into the Blockade rather then a Single Battle Line , which could have a devastating effect on Wrath Squadron. "Sir?" the Captain said once more interrupting Hamilton's thoughts. The Admiral then looked back at the Captain and replied. "Well you're right about one thing , Captain. They are charging our Fleet...by Executing an Ackbar Slash! And not only with one Battleline but with Two! And if we don't do something about that soon enough , our Blockade is screwed" Hamilton soon quickly returned to the Bridge to give new orders in order to respond to this threat. The Ackbar Slash could be extremely effective in wearing down the Blockade and allowing the Larger Ships of the Alliance to overwhelm and annihilate the Fleet. But there was still one way Hamilton could disrupt their Plans , and that was by destroying the Lead Ships of the Charging Battleline , both MC81ks.

"Intensify Forward Firepower , I want the Purifier , all Praetorians and all Frontline Supremacies to fire their Orbital Autocanons at those Two Star Cruisers leading the Attacking Battlelines followed by a Barrage of Turbolaser Fire and Missiles onto those Ships. Deploy all Fighters from all of our Ships in exception for our Pocket Star Destroyers , Frigates and Corvettes and have these deployed Fighters engage with any Enemy Starfighters and Support Ships accompanying the Attacking Battleline. I want those Star Cruisers destroyed and those Battlelines decimated , ASAP" The Admiral ordered to his men intending to prevent the Alliance from outright breaking through their Blockade on their First Trial , after all he needed to show the Alliance that their days of Naval Supremacy were coming at an end that that no matter how Much Battleruisers , Star Defenders and Carriers they would bring , they would always be defeated.

Soon enough Hamilton's Orders were carried out as the Purifier followed by the Trio of Praetorians and another Trio of Supremacies unleashed their Orbital Autocanons at the Lead MC81k Star Cruisers before unleashing a Heavy Barrage of Turbolaser Fire and Assault Concussion Missiles (From the Supremacies) upon them aiming to destroy or cripple those Star Cruisers before they could reach Wrath Squadron. Meanwhile the Main Capital Ships of Wraith Squadron (Prufier , Praetorians and Supremacies) unleashed their entire Starfighter Compliments (Minus the Starfortress Bombers held in reserve) with massive swarms of Final Dawn SRAFs , TIE Fighters and TIE Interceptors rushing to meet with the Starfighters and Support Ships of the Enemy Battleline aiming to overwhelming with their sheer numbers and provide the necessary openings to strike relentlessly at the opening MC81ks. The Real fun had just begun , and Admiral Hamilton was now fully determined to ensure that the 6th Sector Fleet could not save the doomed Alliance Forces on the Surface from the Onslaught of the Brotherhood of the Maw.

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Tag | Syndulla Command | Asmundr Varobalder | Harson Thaddeus ​

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Spoiler: Recent Actions

• Admiral Hamilton quickly realizes the 6th Sector Fleet is executing a Ackbar Slash against his Blockade and orders for an immediate Pre-Emptive Strike on the Lead Star Cruisers of both Battle Lines charging towards the Blockade
• The Purifier , 3 Praetorian-Class Star Destroyers and 3 Supremacy-I Class Star Destroyers fire their Orbital Autocanons at the MC81Ks followed by a Barrage of Heavy Turbolaser Fire and Assault Concussion Missiles (Exclusively from the Supremacies)
• The Purifier , the 3 Praetorians and all Supremacies deploy their entire Starfighter Compliment (112 Squadrons , 1,804 Fighters in Total) which in turn move forth to target the escorting Fighters and Support Ships of the Two MC81k-led Battlelines charging towards the Blockade

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[Halketh]

A LOST CAUSE
DARK LORD OF THE SITH
DARTH CAELITUS
The Aegis of Woe | Ace | Lightsaber
The Perished | 310/330
JEDHAMOUR TEARS - SIA BLACKSITE
Valery Noble | Taiia Locke | Ripley Kühn

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His intangible grasp bore fruit, the lone Shadow was toppled from her perch and thrust into the heart of the swarm. Yet, she would not go quietly, nor would primal fear for her safety and life encourage her to scream in terror. He was not as simple-minded as many of his contemporaries, nor did he require the loathsome validation they did in order to feel accomplished. No, Caelitus was a far cry from those who claimed Dark Lord before him, he was grandiose, eccentric, yet ruthlessly independent and insidious in his draconic conquest. His tortured choir grew silent with his beckon, the undead closest to the woman turning their focus upon her, where the others farther out merely continued the ever-growing charge forward.

Her defensive maneuvers opened the dancefloor, giving her much-needed breathing room, just as much as she needed to fire another arrow in his direction. Yet where he had struggled to sense her before, his vision unsure of what it was he sought, in the throes of deathly waves, she stood out as the foreigner.

"Confronting fear is the destiny of a Jedi, for we are the Light in the Dark."

Her words, as expected as they had been, spurred a dark bout of dark amusement from him, The Saint finding her insistence stale, but refreshing all the same. There was a reason the moshing riot of undead directly around her seemed to shift, leaving her be, passing her by as though she was merely one of them- it was by his will. Seeing her torn limb from limb would have been a dull tale, one he found himself tired of after the years of witnessing it. It always looked the same, it always was the same. No, his insistence on turning this endeavor personal is what would breathe new life into this turmoil. "Shine brightly then, Little Light, and pray it will be enough." the graven miraluka responded to her personally, his voice backed by the perversion of divinity, its echo tenfold from his armor.

The second arrow found respite in a chest, though it wasn't his own. The throng of undead moved rapidly, swarming around and between the two strangers as one cohesive stream around rocks, leaving little room for reliance on ranged weapons. The distance between them, that void filled with rotting flesh beneath armor, would need to be closed for either of them to strike the other outright. And it was the Dark Lord who swore to the initiative. The Force rose by his beckon, summoned to conduct through the fibers of his being, and at once, he blinked.

One moment he was some ten meters away, his sinister armor glimpsed in flashes between the rushing corpses and the next, he was upon her. Baleful orange hissed to life, his scorned saber illuminating the darkness to wash the two of them in spiteful orange. "Lest you lose yourself in the throes of your punishment." He finished his prior thought, lashing forth his leading hand to swipe at the woman's frame, an aggressive arc with his blade, pressing his attack.

// Allyson Locke \\
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[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Gear: Equipment: Armour, Hold-out Bolter, Boltgun, Grenades, Sidearm, Sidearm 2, Sabre, Ion Paddle Beamer.
Enemies: Maw/Sith
Tegan Starfall

Her leg was not looking good. Judging from the pain in her chest whenever she breathed, she also had a cracked rib. Numerous minor wounds. She was in bad shape. Still, she fought. Because duty compelled her to. Because it was simply what she did.

And she had apparently encountered someone just as stubborn as her. Tegan charged through the hailstorm of molten napalm, even as numerous pieces of shrapnel hit her jacket and armour or in some cases pierced flesh. Tegan's scarlet lightsabre came so close, but she was brought down by a shard of hot shrapnel slamming into her left eye. Elpsis' battered helmet was splattered with blood.

Still, her foe was not beaten, and laughed like the deranged lunatic she was. Elpsis did not respond to her words. She missed the thermal detonator Tegan was arming. But premonition screamed in her mind when the doppelganger manifested behind her, gun in hand.

Boom. The weak barrier saved her from being ripped apart, but also triggered the small grenade. And Elpsis was down on the ground. In the moment she fell, a fireball burst from her hand on instinct and hit the doppelganger. The apparition dissipated, but it had served its purpose.

And a burning feeling of white-hot anguish flooded Elpsis. This time the soldier would not be able to rise to her feet again. Or walk at all. The blast wave had slammed into her lower back, and completely shattered the bones in her wounded leg. She couldn't feel her legs anymore. Shrapnel had hit a joint at the ankle of her other leg, mangling her Achilles tendon.

The wounded leg had ended up in an odd shape. If it had not been covered by the phrik armour, one would have seen that bone was poking out of the skin. The pain made her feel dizzy. When she breathed, she coughed blood due to the damage her rib had sustained earlier. But she could still fight.

She raised her bolter towards Tegan, relying on her cybernetic arm to stabilise her grip on the weapon. And she fired. The weapon had buckshot chambered. She aimed for the head and hoped to blow the Mawist's face off.

 

[Syndulla Command]

SYNDULLA COMMAND | DECISIVE
ABOVE JEDHA
CETCOM | Asmundr Varobalder Harson Thaddeus
MODUS | REAR ADMIRAL JORDALLA​

Galactic Alliance 6th Sector Fleet On Approach to Final Dawn Fleet ANS Momentous Triumph, Plenipotentiary-class Dreadnought ANS Deimos, Starhawk III-class Battleship ANS Integrity, Redeemer-class Star Defender ANS Virgil, Redeemer-class Star Defender ANS Primo, MC81k 'Liberty Kai'-type Star Cruiser ANS Prince, MC81k 'Liberty Kai'-type Star Cruiser ANS Rrudobar, Ena-class Star Defender ANS Krallet's Sting, Ena-class Star Defender 7x Endurance II-class Fleet Carriers 12x MC140c Scythe-class Main Battle Cruisers 12x Sacheen-class Light Escort Frigates 8x Type 062D 'Cutlass' Assault Frigates 10x CR-37 FarStar Corellian Carriers Numerous E-Wing Starfighters Numerous Y-Wing Starbombers Numerous A-Wing Interceptors Numerous B-Wing Starfighters Numerous X-Wing Starfighters 10x Ferret II Recon Drones Various Support Craft

"They're preparing to fire their orbital autocannons, sir!"

"Crap, they have those?" Minlov bent over, trying to look at the undersides of the models on his tacmap. "Could've told me sooner, can barely see the guns on this thing," he grumbled, before straightening. "What are they targeting?"

"It appears they're targeting the Primo and the Prince."

"Oh. Well, tell them to bank up. And the rest of the fleet, for that matter." The High Admiral looked around. "Could someone help me with this display? I want the field raised, and better three-dimension stuff, I want to re-mark the trajectories." A technical aide hurried over. Kyreang found himself stunned.

"Up," he repeated, confused.

"Huh?"

"We can just... go up."

"Well, yeah. Their big guns are on the bottom of the ship, so if we're above 'em, we can't get shot." Minlov seemed equally confused, but soon his eyes widened in realization. A barking laugh escaped his lips. "You really are one of those by-the-book folks, aren't you? I didn't think that'd cut off your spatial reasoning."

"It's illogical," he blurted out, only to make Minlov laugh again. "Our- our weapons won't fire at full capacity. And they can just turn up."

"What'd I say? Those things are bricks. Even if they do turn up, it'll take time, the kind of time we need for our lines to get in close-" the aide finished his work, and Minlov immediately started inputting his commands onto the display. The fleet's new trajectory brought them only a few degrees above the plane on which the Final Dawn's Star Destroyers sat. Kyreang's mind worked down the angles, factored in the speeds of their vessels, the distances at play; it only deepened his stupor when he realized Minlov was right. Once they crested upwards, they could continue forward at top speed and continually force the Final Dawn to point their weapons higher and higher, and-

"They'll have a harder time reacting to when we start coming back down -- especially if we split how we do it," Minlov said, grinning as though he had already won. The Momentous Triumph itself tilted upwards. The artificial gravity obviously didn't change whatsoever, but for some reason Kyreang felt like he'd been knocked off his feet.

"That... that won't win this battle on its own," he said.

"Any weakness we have now will turn to advantage once we're closer," Minlov said dismissively, sure in his orders.

It seemed the High Admiral was right, at least initially. The tacmap tracked the first shots of the orbital autocannons. One found its target, but the next was glancing off the Primo's rear shielding, and the third missed entirely, going low. The Prince's shields tanked a blast of their own, and the next shot caught off the Rrudobar's tall frame behind its MC81k leader. Once at an appropriate 'altitude' the strike lines began to level out. Slowly the main battle line followed suit, only just beginning to level out as the strike lines charged forward at full speed.

Kyreang saw it wasn't as clear-cut as the High Admiral claimed, though -- even without the Final Dawn's heaviest weapons in play, the two Mon Calamari cruisers were taking a beating from the combined firepower of the squadron of Star Destroyers. The enemy's fighters seemed especially intent on hitting the two Alliance destroyers. Still, the Alliance's pilots matched them in spirit, and combined with the superior anti-starfighter weaponry of the escorting FarStars, Sacheens and Cutlass frigates, the relentless starfighter attacks were staved off.

Once the strike lines had moved far enough ahead, Minlov relayed new orders: "Begin the dive. Get in between that command group and the rest of their fleet. Send in our bombers to hit their center, focusing on shield hardpoints, and get our interceptors to mop up anything in their way. Start concentrating our fire on their flagship's bridge -- I want to cut off the head as quickly as possible."

The fleet opened up with even greater intensity, firing salvos of ion blasts, superheated plasma, and every conceivable kind of missile. There were a million things to worry about, but when he looked at the High Admiral's confident smirk, Kyreang found both hope and despair. They might win this battle, but Kyreang had been defeated. The box he thought in seemed more confined than ever, and it felt as though Minlov were squeezing it, pressing him down even further.

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: SIA Black Site //:
//: Halketh //: Taiia Locke //:
//: Give 'em Hell //:

The golden arrow dissipated in the chest of the undead servant. He was too fast, too grounded in his movements. Allyson had faced so many dark lords, their egos being the driving force behind their actions. Instead, Caelitus was something different; something else drove him to fight on - to draw upon the dark side for his twisted sport.

Each word and each movement from the Sith had meaning. He drew closer, and Allyson was trapped. The bow would do nothing, and neither would running. It was a rare moment for Allyson. The archer preferred the shadows, hidden away, taking shots from the safety of her nest. Caelitus had rid her of that comfort. Standing bravely, possibly staring death in the face, it was all she could do. She felt it; she felt the familiar fear begin to dig its teeth into her arrogant shield. It played a death march, reminding her of all the things that she could lose. Each flick of the string, a memory shrouded in this fear.

It had been some time since it had its hold on the Spy. For so long, she fought with nothing to lose. Now, she had something to fight for, something that made her want to survive. Allyson found her footing, glancing from the corner of her eye at the shambling forms of the dead. Their faces, some she recognized others quickly, she had seen on the battlefield. Allyson felt her stomach knot as soldiers that she had celebrated with groaned, choking on death. They had died, and she had lived.

What made her better than them?

Nothing.

Choices were limited, but she drew the iconic weapon of the Jedi, a hand wrapped carefully around the chromatic hilt. He charged forward, and Allyson extinguished that fear. For a brief moment, she grasped onto the connection she had with the Obsidian Lord. Warmth would fill their bond, and Taiia would feel Allyson in the back of her mind. Just as suddenly as the feeling began, it ended, and Allyson charged, mirroring his movements the best she could.

The blade appeared, and Allyson slid on her knees just under the burning orange edge. As she passed under the attack, a light arrow appeared in her hand. Blindly, she threw it the best she could at his figure.

Her momentum took her, and she stood on his other side. The cerulean saber came to life with a hum as Allyson held her breath, trying to devise a battle plan.

"Why? What's all this for?" She asked while another light arrow began to form in the palm of her unarmed hand.

 

[Ishida Ashina]

BE LUMINOUS
JEDHA | JEDI MONASTERY
A DARK SHADOW NEEDS LIGHT TO EXIST
BUT LIGHT DOESN'T NEED DARKNESS TO BE LUMINOUS

"Why...am I...here?" "To kill. To be a warrior. To set your corpses underneath the setting sun. Why are you here, Jedi?"

That eerie something clung to his words. His resolve should have felt absolute, his hate clear, but that intangible, ill-defined wariness permeated regardless. But his actions, those were absolute. In an instant, the massive Sith was on her.

In the time it took for the alchemized devaronian to travel from his place to hers, Ishida exhaled and drew in a deep breath to centre herself above the aches travelling through her muscles. She relaxed and let the Force flow through her. Usually, in battle-like situations, the Force seemed to fall silent -- not to desert her, but to become no more than an instinct or alarm when needed. This time, however, Ishida found herself connecting to everything around her, as though she were in a meditative trance. She’d not wait for suggestive forms to guide her, but purely The Force.

“To stop you.” She countered, dodging his first strike and dancing back in to bait more lethal strikes.

Meeting parry for parry, adjusting stances and footwork dragging through Jedha’s dust, Ishida did her best to listen to the Force’s guidance and riposte. In a battle of strengths, she had no chance. Speed and agility were all she had on her side. Where his aggression came down with sheer might, she had to resort to flurries of speedy activity, each met with loud cracks of her phosphorescent blade against his sword, and the sharp ring of Ashina steel every other hit.

At one point, she slipped up. The Force didn’t abandon her, but it felt a distracting pull by the agonized skies outside. And Ishida was being pushed deeper and deeper into the cavern, unable to keep her eyes on the outside. Unable to see how useful her role of protector was. The pain that trilled through her leg was a reminder that she was one of the few within this section that still had the ability to feel life’s sting. The blood from her wound ran freely, and she engorged herself with the knowledge that pain was a warrior’s friend. Felt that power tingle in her cheeks.

Through her glare, her comms picked up on a few words of static before translating them to something hearable.

<Starfighter Command for Jedha.>
<This is Jedi Knight Bernard of Arca, I need an escort for a group of civilians. Hostile air support may be incoming and several groups are closing in. They'll need any help—>

Her heart leaped from her chest and beat erratically in her throat, travelling to the front of her head and making it difficult to even think. Jedi Knight Bernard of Arca.

At least they were on the same side.

How long had it been since she’d heard his voice? A Jedi Knight now. For so long, they’d been Padawans. Learners. Her mind raced, befuddled and missing closure. Dread pushed its way up from her swelling heart to her throat, and she made a small choking sound. And though his sentiment was delivered, that ending (or lack thereof) was worse than foreboding. The clarity of his words distressed her heart and she stared forward, at the Sith and nothing. His backlit silhouette was fear-inspiring, and after witnessing his brute strength, and the Force's whispers of oncoming power, she trailed her gaze upward to the arching roof of the momentary’s entrance.

Distantly, the loquacious librarian’s words bounced around in her mind.

“For each download that the texts have, more and more pieces of information on our faith is kept safe on devices that even the Sith would have a hard time to reach. For each word that the owner of said device share from said texts, a piece of us is brought to the attention of another individual.”

It was about the individuals at the end of the day, not the stones. Not the monastery itself. Bernard’s message, as hurtful as it was to hear it break apart, meant that there was an area more sacred than one drenched in history. Sacred because it had the lives of the present within it.

She reached up, over her hilt to adjust the commlink embedded on her person and send a frequency through to the immediate team.

<Commander Chaar, you were right. Fall back from this location. The Monestary, these artifacts, they’re not worth preserving at the sacrifice of lives. It's all history.> As if the ancient stones agreed with her, she felt the room’s warmth start to shift. <Jedha City needs your help. However you can.>

This happened in the span of his pause, a reprieve as heavy breaths typhoon within her lungs, in-out-in-out. And the room's shifting warmth wasn't in agreement at all.

It was at the shift in the environment at the behest of the horned titan.

It’s a summoning. His inhuman bellow fills their shared space, ricocheting from rock to ancient rock, the stones quaking as the skies above are struck with an evil glow. Gold snakes from the skies and converge around the muscled monster. The manifestation of those unholy sounds, his summoning of the Force-born electricity that crackled and snapped along his weapon. Golden tendrils that fizzled and hissed menacingly, emanating heat and drawing in the evil coldness of the darkside.
Awe-struck speculation (otherwise, hesitation) is her downfall. The Force rolls from her opponent, colliding with her body with a concentrated punch she was helpless to defend against.

Her body buzzed like she’d stepped into the blast from a firehose. Her head bent back, spine arching against herself. Her hands flexed open, her toes curled until it seemed like they had to break and they flipped on herself. Head over heels, she tumbled backward into the mouth of the monastery, eclipsed by its manufactured shadows. Dirt and grime scraped against her skin, tearing fine lines of scrapes against her face, hands, anything exposed.

"Naa mimu śaź saa, Yedi posh wakre!"

Ishida barely had time to right herself back to her senses before the lobby is aglow with malicious luminance. Blinding yellow bolts of energy, from the sky as a source, coruscated from his body and shot across their distance like sorcerous lightning. It snapped and crackled through the air, drawing more strength in its travels before it tore through the girl’s insides, looking for ground.

Fire flushed through her bloodstream, white-hot pain. Everything within was radiating and excruciating. She felt Ashla’s breath of life, calming, fresh and powerful while immensely painful run through her in an indescribable blossom before it became something impressive, expansive, and infinitesimal all at once. Trying to counter the ripple of darkness that travelled throughout her.

Thousands of thousands of explosions rippled through her cells, bursting and shattering in sequential eruptions. Cells of herself became molecules –– countless, complex, varied. Darkness roamed through her body, setting it ablaze. Her hands were shaking, loosening their grip as she remained on her knees.

Ishida was confounded with agony – this power, this corruption of The Force, she’d never experienced before. The shocks came with such speed and power, they coursed over and into her. And she could only shrink beneath them, convulsed with pain, her knees buckling, her powers at ebb.

It was only a few seconds, but it felt timeless and expansive. Through the burning she struggled, with slow movements, to stretch her arms in the direction of the beast. Her Ashina blade, she held with the most strength in her more dominant hand. Her sabre was resting lamely by her side. Lightning continued to course down and through her arm, and she inhaled heavily, squeezing her eyes shut to force the pain away and down and more conducive. The lightning still searched, searched, searched for a way out of her body. The Steel of her sword though was its first detected conduit. And with the arc she was making with her upper body, it adjusted its skittering patterns across her breast, through her heart, arcing around her shoulders, down her arms, dancing around her wrist, through her fingers, against the hilt of her katana, swirling and twirling around the silver steel and launching from its tip, redirected back to its source.

She heard herself scream, but it was like she was hearing a recording of herself. The sounds of her own breath and the blood in her ears were too loud, combined with the static shouts of the lightning.

That original scream of pain morphed into one of exertion, the redirection of the lightning eventually fading from her chest to just her wrist and hand, consumed mostly by her ancestral metal. Through much effort, she managed to draw her pearly white sabre alongside it, to help draw the rest of the electricity that ripped through her to the kyber crystal to counterbalance the effort.

With both blades pointed at the behemoth, she drew one foot up to stabilize herself in a low lunge. Smoke plumed from her skin, disappearing into the darkness. With her teeth grit, she gave a final yell of concentration and pushed, with all her ability, the connection of herself and the lightning to break apart and coruscate back with enraged forcefulness back to the demon.

Smoking and shaking, Ishida fell forward to her hands heavily panting. It felt like the skin around her eyes was quivering. Again, she relaxed. Mostly because she was enervated, and tried to go back to that meditative awareness within The Force. Murmuring small reminders of her family’s tenets to herself in hushed whispers. Death is destiny. Hesitation is defeat. After a few beats of Ashina pedagogy, she braided in reminders of the New Jedi Order’s code. To be the guardian of life. The light in the dark. The words felt wet, like small sobs, on her lips. But with each reminder, she felt the strength that had been drained slowly start to rebuild.

Stormcloud gaze drew up from the dirt to stare at the beast. Her eyes were wide, and her eyelids trembling.

ALLIES | NJO | GA| get outta here save the world Tren Chaar
FOES | BOTM | Laoth

 

[Halketh]

A LOST CAUSE
DARK LORD OF THE SITH
DARTH CAELITUS
The Aegis of Woe | Ace | Lightsaber
The Perished | 305/330
JEDHAMOUR TEARS - SIA BLACKSITE
Valery Noble | Taiia Locke | Ripley Kühn

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He found her questioning his motive aloud to be equally entertaining, the Jedi unsure of the purpose of his divulgence into this carnage. It was a glorious question by its simplicity alone, and when backed with the desperation he could almost taste seeping from her, it became legendary. The thrown arrow had been unexpected, and now, it shined from its fluttering bed in the chestguard lashed across his frame. It was by the Aegis' resistances alone that he had not vocalized discomfort. The hand kept free of saber snapped downward, dispelling the energy with a burst of shadowy malice, though the wound she had dealt him was very real. Crimson glistened faintly from the shallow mark, yet she had tasted his blood all the same.

"Why does the spider spin a web?" he countered, slowly tilting his masqued head in its locked track of her position, "And why does the moth find itself trapped in the silken strands?" The Dark Lord conjured an abysmal lance in his grasp, crossing it behind his frame. "There is no great answer to your question, Locke," he spoke on, "there is only the nature of man and the turn of the galaxy. I do not ask why you fight so pointlessly, for I know the answer. You fight to protect what you believe is yours, and I not to take it-" superhuman speed powered the torquing twist of his shoulder, the might of his arm hurling the malicious weapon at her outright, "-but to destroy it."

He followed the disruptive throw with a timeless attack, his hand overturning right after to illuminate the blood-washed chamber in a flashing strobe of crimson lightning. "Do not bore me with your false naivety, show me your true colors!"

// Allyson Locke \\
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