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Esmeralda Io

Frozen Fire
Esmeralda Io
Character Bio
Location: Sarka Class Frigate - Approaching Hoth
Objective: Loot and Burn this Village!
Tag: Laertia Io Laertia Io

The icy mass of Hoth loomed in the distance.

It was beautiful, to the point where it lured her eyes to gaze upon it, to revel in the awe of traveling to a world which she had never seen before, until now. And yet, having reported to the bridge for a briefing, Esmeralda didn’t spare it even a moments’ glance. The small-statured Siren had instead immersed her attention within the details of the mission, a raid on an Imperial base. While she had an eye for beauty, sightseeing could come after her white armor was soaked red with the blood of Imperials and fascists. Not to mention, the Siren thought that the snow might look better running with rivers of crimson. It would certainly make for a good backdrop for a post-combat selfie!

So far, Esmeralda knew that this would be a raid for resources, supplies, and other material, all things desperately needed to maintain House Io and its crusades across the galaxy. While the Bryn'adûl were beginning to weaken, they would not recede from the galactic stage without a massive, decisive battle, one which would be extremely costly in terms of lives and resources. Although she had not even been alive to witness the omnicidal monsters at their peak, the bulk of Esmeralda’s training was intended to prepare her to fight them and thereafter, the Maw.

Imperials were naught but something to cut her teeth on.

Nevertheless, the Siren had been made well aware that she couldn’t underestimate them. After all, at one point they had ruled an empire over almost the entire Unknown Regions and the Outer Rim. However, if she wasn’t good enough to kill stormtroopers, then she wouldn’t stand a chance against the likes of a hulking Juggernaut or hordes of Drones. While she had been the highest-scoring trainee in her class, that would ultimately mean little if she let a stormtrooper jump her like some bantha fodder.

“Cadet Esmeralda, reporting for briefing!” The Siren called out to Martin as she presented herself on the bridge, standing at attention along with a few other Sirens, Model 2s, and newly-created Model 3s.

“Awaiting orders, sir!”

“Alright, here’s the op’ lads and lassies.” Bill, a battle-hardened Model 1 Nuetralizer heavy gunner with over 100 confirmed Juggernaut kills to his name began. “The First Imps are at their limit. They can’t project any kind of powa, expand, or even keep their own borders secure, which is how we got da' hell in. In other words, they’re stagnant. Fortunately, that’s where we come in!” The heavy gunner said with a mechanical chuckle. “We’re gonna skim a bit off the top of their operations, meaning we’re gonna go down to Dorn Base, kill some Imps, then loot and burn da place. This’ll be a hard and fast raid, as we don’t want to risk whateva’ fleet they got coming on top of us, though they might not even have one capable of respondin’! Regardless, we’re not gonna play with our food. We’re gonna get down there, eat it, then leave. Understood?”

“Yes, Bill!” The Sirens, Model 2s, and Model 3s answered in collective, with Esmeralda contributing her voice to the chorus

“Damn right! Now, no more standin’ around like a bunch o’ grazing bantas’ ye’ maggots! Get to the boarding shuttles and get o’ this damn ship!”

 
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The Battalion

Darth Phyre III
The Battalion
Character Bio
Wearing: Warrior's Skin

Armed with: Elaine Tear's Lightsaber (Corrupted)

Earlier...

The Battalion felt nothing, sparring with training droids.

It was difficult, certainly, and it pushed her to match 007 at once, which struck and stabbed at her ruthlessly with fully deadly yellow lightsaber blades, forced her to get creative at multiple points with her light red Lightsaber, parrying blades into other blades, tricking an opponent in front to striking an opponent from behind, feinting, misdirecting her training droids as to when her next attack would occur and where it would come from.

But for all that effort...it didn't elicit true feelings in her. No real thrills. She suspected this was why Xiphos avoided training droids...only the real thing did it for her now.

As the last Droid fell, sliced in half, the Battalion blinked and was in a white void. Standing across from her was Darth Phyre, who had long ago stolen the body of The Amalgam The Amalgam .

The Battalion was instantly in one knee before the Dark Mistress of the Brain Demon Cult.

"Mistress. What an unexpected pleasure." The Battalion said.

"The pleasure is all mine of course." Phyre said haughtily as she stepped closer.

"And how goes your end of turning Julia fully to the Darkness?"

"She is strong willed. Resistant. The very qualities we both so admire are the same ones that make her so difficult to turn. But you know this. Has she spoken so much as one word to you since finding out you were merely using the Amalgam's form and mind to manipulate her all along?"

Phyre sighed. "No. But that's what you are for: cracking her armor so I can swoop in, and finish the job I began at Dantooine those hundreds of years ago."

"Mistress, forgive me if this sounds out of turn...but...I don't think you're ever going to win her over, even when we finally managed to turn her. After all you have done..."

"Want her for yourself, eh?" Phyre chuckled, seeing right through her argument. "It's okay...I don't blame you! There's something... mesmerizing about her, isn't there?"

The Battalion answered carefully.

"She is an impressive...and murderous... Warrior. All the elements are there to make a truly great Sith."

"I'm not talking about the traits...I'm talking about the person..." Phyre replied, running a finger along the Battalion's spiritual cheek.

"I confess, even I admire her conviction and idealism. There were moments, hiding behind Amy's face where I legitimately questioned my own path watching her fight for what she thought was the right thing." Phyre confessed, kneeling next to the Battalion, lifting the The Battalion's face to stare into her eyes.

"But I do not admire her idealism so much to forget that by making her embrace the Dark Side fully, I will be saving her soul..." Phyre said firmly. "And you shouldn't forget that either, Batty..."

"I haven't..." The Battalion replied quietly.

"Good... don't forget, your true loyalty is to the Dark Side...to the Brain Demon" Phyre warned. "And to me..."

The Battalion blinked and was back in the training room. She soon left. There was a mission to Hoth soon. First Order Territory. Xiphos was taking full advantage of the fact they were crumbling.

Meaning today was a day to play piracy...

The Battalion entered her quarters to retrieve some supplies she would need for the cold weather environment. Wouldn't do to just rely on the Force in an environment like that...

She spotted a box containing equipment requisitioned for her by Xiphos on the bed, and opened it, smiling at the candy box that was inside, heart shaped, along with her equipment...

(Zelda Acquisition Theme Plays)

(The Battalion has received new equipment!)

Gear: MOTION TRACKER (WRIST MOUNTED)

Wrist mounted computer that tracks motion 70 meters ahead of the wearer. Easily jammed.

Gear: SURVIVAL FLARES

Long lasting mini magnesium flares. Burns through even the snow...

Gear: SOUND DECOYS

Basic spikes of metal with noise making device attached.

Gear: ANTI-SECURITY BLADE

Device tuned to defeat security Force Fields, Com-Links, Cameras, and erase Magnetic Locks

Gear: SECURITY KIT

Kit containing multiple anti security tools.

"Xiphos does so love her Loot Boxes..." The Battalion joked.

Present...


The Battalion had gone to the surface with the Model 1's and Sirens, The Battalion riding in the same shuttle as Esmeralda Io Esmeralda Io .

Nobody in House Io was exactly certain what rank The Battalion had in their organization, but it was very high, creeping right into inner circle territory.

The Model 1's, though they obeyed, The Battalion noticed they always got a tad quieter when she was present, joked less, and she found, more than once, a Model 1 observing her from afar.

They didn't openly mistrust her...they never voiced it, never insulted her...but she could tell, just through body language, that they were wary of her...

As they sped towards the surface of Both, The Battalion took note of Esmeralda, smiling.

"First field deployment?" The Battalion asked politely. "No offense, but you look a little new to this..."

"Cadet Esmeralda is one of our best performing trainees..." a Model 1 said nearby. "We would not have let her come if we didn't think she was ready."

"I see..." The Battalion replied to the Soldier Droid before turning back to Esmeralda.

"We will be watching your career with great interest..."

The boarding shuttles finally landed and the Battalion was the first out, leading from the front as was expected of all House Io leaders as she headed to the base they were to attack through blisteringly cold snow...
 
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Esmeralda Io

Frozen Fire
Esmeralda Io
Character Bio
Location: Approaching Dorn Base, Icefall Plains - Hoth
Objective: Loot and Burn this Village!
Tag: The Battalion The Battalion

The Battalion said:
"First field deployment?" The Battalion asked politely. "No offense, but you look a little new to this..."
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It was her armor, wasn’t it?

The pristine, unscuffed, and non-personalized white gammaplast plates were a dead giveaway, in addition to her rifle, a weapon which House Io had bought en masse for both Nuetralizers and Sirens, to use when they weren’t trying to kill omnicidal monsters. When loaded with explosive rounds, they would be perfect for killing stormtroopers and similarly-armored soldiers, as Hekler’Kok designs had proven to be quite reliable and robust.

“Umm...y-yes, Matriarch!” The tiny Siren Cadet answered, her voice uneasy in the presence of such a powerful, vile Master Witch. Fortunately, one of the Model 1s spoke up on her behalf, telling the Witch that she had been one of the highest-performing trainees, to which Esmeralda couldn’t restrain the blush that manifested across her pale features in response.

“T-thank you.” She gulped, at the Witch’s expressed interest. In truth, the Echani didn’t know how she felt about being personally watched by a Brain Demon Witch. She glanced uneasily at one of the Model 1s, who gave her a subtle wink as the boarding shuttle took off from the hangar, set on a course towards Hoth.

Before long, the boarding shuttles touched down, their approach somewhat concealed by the dense blizzard raging in the area. Esmeralda felt her skin tense at the cold, but her armor’s temperature regulators quickly kicked into high gear, heating her up as her boot-clad feet hit the snow, thoroughly insulted from the biting chill. Nevertheless, the Siren didn’t delay in setting to work, launching her IBIS Drone into the distance as the Nuetralizer and Siren squads began to advance on the base.

“Picking up signatures...on the walls! Some are forming up a cordon outside the base!” Esmeralda called out as she processed the data streaming into her HUD.

As they approached the base, the Battalion and other Force-wielding members of the House Io force might begin to temporarily feel their connection to the Force thwarted or possibly even temporarily severed. Those who were capable of overpowering the effect, would quickly sense the presence of enemy Force-sensitives in the area.

First Imperial Knights.

Harnessing their core ability in suppressing the Force, the First Imperial Knights were an unexpected, albeit not unwelcome enemy. After all, the Models 1s would revel the opportunity to fight Force-wielders again. However, the presence of the Knights on Hoth indicated that there was likely something marginally important within or around the base...

 
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The Battalion

Darth Phyre III
The Battalion
Character Bio
The Battalion was not affected by the cold.

The attempts from First Imperial Knight's however, at suppressing her connection to the Force, that WAS felt...

The Battalion's flesh warped and shuddered as it's connection was partly suppressed, sending a wave of intense nausea her way as she struggled to overcome it, flesh sloughing and resetting in her bones constantly.

"Hey Bill! Her Mascara is running!" A Model 3 joked.

This caused the other Nuetralizers to laugh. Even as weakened as she was, she still managed to extend a middle finger to the Model 3 in question.

"These... practitioners...are strong...they...almost...match Xiphos at Suppressing..." The Battalion murmured through constantly melting lips.

"Ahhh, don't worry Batty...we have things covered..." Bill chuckled as one of the Model 3's pulled out a Sonic Bazooka.

"Let's see them Force Push THIS back!" he gloated, firing a blast at the wall. He fired six.

This momentarily broke their concentration as they threw up a Force Barrier with their combined might...it allowed her flesh to resettle momentarily, and she called on the Force to fly upward through the blizzard, and out of their range as she flew through the sky, and let the power of the Dark Side churn within her as the persona of The Assembly leant it's unique talent to her, taking over the body momentarily...wreathed in lightning.

She fell from the sky as a ball of Dark Side lightning. One of the Model 1's next to Esmeralda Io Esmeralda Io made a bomb whistle sound with his vocabulator as she impacted the Force Shield, shattering it, and part of the walls as the other Knight's activated red or silver blades to engage the now curvy, dark skinned Force Spawn, who gleefully activated her light red blade as The Nuetralizers took this as their cue to advance fast.

"They got something real valuable if they got that many Knight's!" Bill mentioned. "QUICK AND DIRTY, EVERYONE! AHHHHHAHAHAHA!!"

The Soldier Droids advanced, the whole base on alert now...

The Assembly killed three before the Battalion seized control, retaking her own form in the shared body. She grinned at the horrified knights...

"Impress me..." she taunted, brandishing her Lightsaber...
 
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Esmeralda Io

Frozen Fire
Esmeralda Io
Character Bio
Location: Approaching Dorn Base, Icefall Plains - Hoth
Objective: Loot and Burn this Village!
Tag: The Battalion The Battalion

The Battalion said:
"Hey Bill! Her Mascara is running!" A Model 3 joked.
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In spite of her excited, yet apprehensive emotional state, Esmeralda couldn’t restrain the smile that manifested across her pale features, even as stormtroopers began to pour out from the base in the distance. A brief look at the Witch’s oozing, rippling flesh after hearing the quip drew out a soft giggle from the Cadet’s lips, perhaps setting her nerves at ease she lowered herself onto a knee. With a suspended breath, the Echani brought her rifle up to her cheek, staring down her scope as she drew her crosshairs over the armored form of a charging stormtrooper, pushed slightly to her target’s left in order to compensate for the wind.

Then, she squeezed the trigger.

Immediately, the Siren felt the subtle difference between shooting someone for real and shooting a training droid during live combat exercises.

She could double-tap the training droids with the precision of an artist, taking down two or even three within a second. However, in shooting the stormtrooper, she felt her slugs go wide, her reflexes feeling sluggish in comparison to how they were normally during training. She grinded her teeth as she squeezed off another pair of three shot bursts, her frustration at wasting eight shots laid bare across her pale features. Fortunately her next two shots found her target’s stomach, the slugs detonating in a series of tiny explosions that put the stormtrooper down onto his knees, evidently stunned from the kinetic force and explosive power. Five more of the Siren’s slugs struck the soldier not a moment later, putting the soldier down, either mortally wounded or dead.

Regardless, that stormtrooper was her first kill.

The Siren set her sights on a second, her features creased in focus as she levied the wrath of House Io against the failed Imperial, punching six explosive slugs into the stormtrooper’s chest through four bursts. Then, pushing herself up from the ground, she gazed up in awe as the Witch soared through the air, landing as a ball of Lightning, her form now that of a beautiful, curvy, sepia-toned Witch that very nearly stole the Echani’s gaze, were it not for the fact that return fire was beginning to rain down on her position.

Nevertheless, Esmeralda activated her energy shield and pushed ahead with her brothers and sisters, advancing ever closer to the walls of the base…

All the while, the First Imperial Knights began to levy a response to the powerful, multi-persona Witch tearing through their ranks. While the Novices moved to engage the main body of the House Io force, the Sentinels and the Knights converged on the Battalion. Just as she slayed the first three, the distinct howl of air being disturbed would meet the Witch’s senses, almost sounding like the noise of an ancient, diesel-powered locomotive.

Suddenly, two Sentinels would seem to appear before the Battalion, a plume of snow kicked up in their wake as they came to a stop before the sinister Witch.

Speedsters.

The taller male speedster looked at the Battalion with an arrogant, cavalier smirk laid across his features, while the smaller female Sentinel took in the Witch with an intense, focused glare, lacking the arrogance of her partner.

“The First Order will reign supreme against savages and terrorists the likes of you! Race us, Witch.” The male Sentinel declared, pointing one of his Force-imbued swords towards the Battalion in challenge as he did. The female, with her Force-imbued Atrisian naginata in hand, set her body into a low, coiled posture, ready to pounce at a moments’ notice.

Not a second later, the male sprang forth in a nigh-supersonic flash of motion, intending to cut off the Battalion’s head in a single blow, while the female went for her legs with the same dazzling, transonic speed.

 

The Battalion

Darth Phyre III
The Battalion
Character Bio
The Battalion smirked as two ultrafast Force Users, who had apparently taken the discipline of Force Speed to its logical, insanely awesome conclusion, appeared before her.

So, Cameron Crownwraithe Cameron Crownwraithe is not the only one with speed... The Battalion noted to herself, gearing up. She had never fought speedsters.

Then again, speedsters had never fought her.

The Force Witch twisted her anger and hatred around her, waiting for them to spring forward. They leapt, and for half a second, she was reminded of another era...

Elaine Tear fought against the deadly Brain Demon Cultist in the White Catsuit, who resembled a female, Orange Twi'lek named The Arena.

She had been hunting her for her for days. The people of Ryloth had called to her for help in ridding them of the Witch sacrificing the virgins of a village. She had been insatiable in her Bloodlust, torturing her victims to their last breath. Elaine was here to end that.

She was a fast and vicious Form 007 duelist, and Elaine was struggling to keep up using Form 2. The Arena's swipes were fast and sharp and vicious, pushing Elaine backward in the dead village. The sick witch had a playful and flirting attitude which creeped the Essionian Jedi out to no end.

A kick to Elaine's chest sent her careening into an empty cart full of rotting vegetables. She had yet to face even one of these Cultists who didn't have some degree of superhuman strength and durability. It was what made them so difficult to put down.

Elaine struggled back up, winded and her chest badly bruised. The Arena was on her, whispering deadly curses that Elaine was only able to keep at bay through her own strength and unwavering faith in The Ashla. But the Witch was equally resilient to Ashla's judgement, the abominations flesh burning only a little from the Force Light Elaine conjured.

"Such misguided faith. You are strong in it, however...but the Bogan could provide you 'genuine' rewards..." The Arena gloated, flesh shuddering as she reached out with the Dark Side to try and rip out Elaine's life force. Elaine held on to her soul for all it was worth and The Arena howled unnaturally in the midday sun, flesh shuddering everywhere violently as she focused harder.

The two were locked battle this time not with blades, but spiritually, Elaine's soul against the multitude of souls within The Arena.

She had never felt such hidious, pulsating evil at that level before. It shocked her, even as she fought to have her soul stay in her body. But the souls in The Arena all worked together, on over time.

Elaine, no matter how much she withdrew into Ashla's embrace, found, to her quiet horror, that she was growing weaker.

She then noticed a dark shadow moving across the dead streets full of the slain.

("Terminated" by Junkie XL Plays)

He was dressed in pitch black biker leathers, a lever action shotgun in hand. He was a fair distance away, then he suddenly vanished and reappeared behind the Arena, gun aimed right at her head.

The Arena sensed danger at the last second, and for the most part, dodged the shotgun blast, though her attacker managed to clip her face. She tried to whip the blade around to his face only to get hit square in the chest, spilling white blood and gore from the massive gaping wound, eliciting metallic shrieks of pain as she threw bolts of lightning his way, that he absorbed with an outstretched palm using Tutaminis, then flip cocking his weapon and hitting the Arena again with another shotgun blast. This resulted in another, hilarious explosion of gore and the collective of spirits decided to abandon the body, causing it to rapidly rot and turn to ash as a red streak of energy escaped it, flying off into the distance.

Elaine staggered back up looking at the interloper and immediately recognizing him.

He had green cybernetic eyes, with a gold glint at the center of them. His hair was a very dark brown, cut nearly, almost military like.

"Morris?" Elaine said, in relieved surprise at the future father of Laertia Io.

Morris Crownwraithe gave her a Deer--in--headlights stare.

"I did not know you were here, Master Tear..." he admitted quietly and without feeling, expression impassive.

"Regardless, it is the Ashla's will you be here. That demon of the Bogan has proved most vexing to me. I do not believe I can take her alone."

"No arguments there..." Morris Crownwraithe replied.

Elaine had encountered him a few times before...he was always this way. Always calm. Never displaying real emotion to anyone. Yet his responses could occasionally draw eyebrows as it made them question just how emotional he actually was.

Elaine had found his oblique manner frustrating and confusing. But it would not be wise to pass up working with him now to stop that beast. Beggars can't be choosers.

"Will you assist me?" Elaine asked.

"I'm here to kill it. One more pair of hands won't hurt..." Morris replied, Frank Castle-ing the chit out of his cameo in this flashback.

Elaine nodded and retrieved her Lightsaber and they both took off in a run for wherever the collective spirit of the witches had fled to in the Ryloth desert.

Present...

She had been prey, then. Now she was predator.

The Dark Side whispered, and she blocked the strike to her throat at the last millisecond, her light crimson blade parrying it just as she back flipped out of the strike to her knees.

Purple flames escaped her throat.

They were not lethal. They could not burn. But they imparted feelings of despair, loss of morale, and horror on those not mentally strong enough to resist the flame's effects. The woman got blasted by it, while the man barely avoided it but his vision was obscured by it momentarily, allowing the Battalion to swipe at him viciously. The woman tried to fight off the effects, while the man used the Light of the Force to try and burn the flames away, dodging her counter attacks
The Battalion simply set the whole ground on fire.

"Run through that..." she taunted, though she couldn't help but note that she actually hadn't managed to hurt either of them...

...yet...

Esmeralda Io Esmeralda Io
 

The Amalgam

Darth Phyre II
The Amalgam
Character Bio
Wearing: Mage Epidermis

Armed with: Skin Shears (Purple Split-Saber)


Darth Phyre, in the body of The Amalgam, awaited her beloved Julia on the surface of Keskin, leaning against a tree as Julia's Assassin Class Corvette settled down in the area.

She bore the face of Syd Celsius, master of Starlin Rand Starlin Rand but bore none of Syd's redeeming qualities.

She wore a skintight dark gray catsuit, wielding the Lightsaber of The Amalgam, and her own perverse, rotted aura called out softly to Darth Xiphos, hungering to be in the presence of the only creature in the universe (besides a slightly growing fondness for Maple, based off The Amalgam's memories) that she had any true regard for.

Xiphos was dressed in a Dark Blue Cloak, with a steel face mask on. Xiphos went still as she spotted Phyre, smiling.

"What are you doing here, Phyre?" Xiphos demanded in a whisper, her voice permanently ruined.

"Oh, just keeping tabs on my favorite person in the whole Galaxy." Phyre teased, floating towards her with the Force.

The red Lightsaber was instantly out and pointed at Phyre's neck.

"No closer..." Xiphos whispered.

Phyre scoffed at this, hissing a spell that forced the blade back into Xiphos's hilt to her surprise.

"Like I'd let a little thing like a Lightsaber blade come between us..." Phyre chuckled, slinking closer.

The knife was against her throat. Phyre hadn't seen from where it came.

"Let's see you hiss that away..." Xiphos seethed in her broken voice.

Instead of showing fear, Phyre only chuckled, deliberately pressing her neck against the edge and drawing a little bit of white blood.

"Go on, my beloved...do it..." Phyre sneered. "Heaven knows you have had plenty of chances. You even knew exactly where to find me. You could have even called to me, and I would have flocked to you. What's stopping you? Go on, Julia...do it..."

Xiphos didn't draw it.

"But you can't, can you?" Phyre questioned, pulling the hand holding the knife away without struggle.

"It's hitting you isn't it? I've been among your few real friends..." Phyre hissed, smiling. "It was I who helped you overload the reactor on Mercy station. And I did it because...you asked me. The murderous beast who devoured your parents helped you because you asked. I'd kill them all over again...over and over..." Phyre trailed, slinking ever closer, backing Xiphos against a tree.

"I killed for you, Julia, all for you...and now I kill to make you realize how much I...care..."

"Disgusting fiend..." Xiphos whispered.

Phyre seized the steel mask off of her, tossing it away.

"Disgusting? Compared to what? No one, not even me, could force you onto this path. You look down on me for being the exact same thing I was when I pretended to be The Amalgam. As I told you at Panatha: Nothing has changed. We're just finally being honest. You swear you'll kill Syd, but yet you can't even bring yourself to kill me, even when I am willing to let you do it..."

Xiphos flinched as Phyre's fingers traced over her face.

"I want you to be ever stronger, ever more powerful. The Brain Demon wants you and Maple to be powerful and glorious.

"You stay away from Maple. She's under my protection..." Xiphos swore.

"As you are under mine. As you were when I helped you get into Sith Empire territory to pursue your crusade. You're closer to the darkness...just give in...be happy, as I am... hasn't it ever occured to you that if I wasn't as vicious and cruel as I am, you would have gotten nowhere? Do you ever wonder why more of your old enemies don't come out of the woodwork? I'm killing them, silly!"

Xiphos said nothing.

"I'm not trying to sabotage you. I'm a vicious killing machine, sure, but so are your own delightful children. If you can love them when they are purpose built to kill even children of The Bryn'adul, why can't you love someone who does it most times for sport?"

Xiphos had no answer, and that frightened Xiphos more than any trick of The Dark Side Phyre could have used.

"I didn't abandon you, Julia..." Phyre said gently, though her rotting yellow eyes burned fiercely. "Syd did. I stood by you because I wouldn't let anything come between us, any more than you could let the Jedi come between you and what you desired. We're both willing to murder thousands. The only difference between us at this point is you don't know how to enjoy it yet."

"I will never enjoy murder for its own sake..." Xiphos swore in her barely audible hiss.

"You're missing out... denying yourself...for what at this point. You think I don't know you are looking for Khemost?

Xiphos went a little paler than usual.

Phyre smiled again.

"The look on your face? Priceless. Don't worry Julia. I don't want to take it from you...I want to see what you will do. Hopefully you'll kill thousands...and I'll be right beside you, hacking apart guilty and innocent alike...and relishing their screams..."

Phyre pressed against Xiphos now, making Xiphos shrivel in disgust and shame internally.

"I won't abandon you, not like the lesser version of me did. I'm going to save your soul...somehow..." Phyre said, stroking a disgusted Xiphos's cheek.

"Because I am the one who truly loves you..."

Phyre backed off. Xiphos wanted to throw up in horror and disgust. Especially disgust at herself.

"Now, I know you're heading to an ancient cemetery...I'm your party member...no arguments..." Phyre said, heading deeper into the jungle, beckoning Xiphos, who quietly followed...

Esmeralda Io Esmeralda Io
 
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Esmeralda Io

Frozen Fire
Esmeralda Io
Character Bio
Location: Approaching Dorn Base, Icefall Plains - Hoth
Objective: Loot and Burn this Village!
Tag: The Battalion The Battalion

The male Sentinel was consumed by the fiery purple blast, his will suddenly overpowered as the deleterious feelings of despair and hopelessness began to consume him. It suddenly dawned on him that the First Order had fallen, at a time where optimism and hope for the future was at its zenith, it seemed that once more the Unknown Regions would descend into lawlessness and tyranny under the boot of carrion warlords. He initially resisted, clinging to the hope that the First Order could still be an island of peace and abundance in the torrid deserts of the galactic west, but that confidence quickly faded as he realized that the Order’s leaders had seemingly abandoned their people, perhaps to join the New Imperial Order in the far east or to pursue greater opportunities elsewhere.

For those left behind? They were on their own.

The Battalion said:
"Run through that..." she taunted, though she couldn't help but note that she actually hadn't managed to hurt either of them...
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“Watch me.”

Sparing only a glance towards her struggling companion, the Atrisian speedster ran through the purple flames without hesitation. The combination of snow and air disturbed in her wake was enough that some of the flames were even extinguished as she passed, so powerful was her momentum that fire posed little threat. However, the fact that the Battalion had proven that she could keep up with the speedsters, at least for a time, proved that she was an extreme threat.

However, when it came to speed fights, the one who could run faster for longer, usually won. She intended for that to be her.

With blinding, dazzling velocity, the Atrisian unleashed a flurry of strikes with her naginata, taking advantage of the weapon’s reach to keep her distance, intending to inflict death upon this Witch by a thousand cuts, if that was what it took. Her blade came for her legs, chest, and head in equal measure, each strike intended to maim or kill with a disciplined, distinctly Imperial martial character.

All the while, the Sirens and the Nuetralizers continued their assault on the walls, beginning to take some casualties from the massed defensive fire of the ever-disciplined stormtroopers. Amidst the charge, the diminutive Echani maintained her return fire while the others pushed forwards, her energy shield serving as a reliable barrier against the incoming blaster bolts. Having distinguished herself as a surgical markswoman and skilled martial artist in training, Bill had tasked her less with taking and holding positions, but more on outright slaying the enemy, so that there were less soldiers for her brothers and sisters to face when they moved into close quarters .

For every brother and sister that fell before reaching the walls, Esmeralda felt more that she was letting him down.

Nevertheless, the Siren continued to levy fire onto the defenders, her slugs finding with one stormtrooper just before they could fire down at a Siren sprinting for cover, detonating against his betaplast armor in a quartet of tiny explosions that put the soldier down before they could scream. Two more stormtroopers appeared in the same spot not a moment later. While she managed to tap down the first in three bursts that detonated against the betaplast plating over his stomach, the second was spared from a similar end as Esmeralda’s rifle suddenly clicked empty, forcing the Siren to reload...

 

The Battalion

Darth Phyre III
The Battalion
Character Bio
The Battalion grinned, summoning a field of red energy to protect her body as the Naginata strikes came in, blade hitting her body at all angles, but doing no real damage...

... except when the Battalion deliberately lowered the Shield in one area.

The Naginata painfully nicked her side and she gave a metallic screech of pain...

But her white blood had gotten all over the Naginata.

Her blood functioned like acid to inorganic materials, capable of burning through even Alchemized Materials.

The woman stepped back in shock as the acid blood completely ate through the blade.

Then the Battalion clenched her fists.

The pair, now both covered by the Alchemized Flames, lifted up. Clutching at their throats, while The Witch breathed more purple flames.

She shuddered in delight as she watched the woman's neck snap but seeing his partner fall must have spurned some last minute desperation, because he used his own Force Connection to break her choke and then try to rush her...

But the Battalion was ready.

Because while the woman with the Naginata had been backing away due to her weapon being ruined and the other writhing from exposure to the flames of despair, the Battalion had made a deep gash in the ground with her Lightsaber.

As he rushed her, he tripped over this gap, flailing hilariously and screaming as his neck fell into her red blade.

"Dangers of being a speedster...always gotta remember what you are running on...hmmm...I should warn Cameron about this trick so some enterprising Sith doesn't pull it in her..." The Battalion noted to herself.

The Battalion wasn't sure where she fit in Xiphos's twisted family unit. Sure she was Xiphos's lover, but what did that make her where Cameron was concerned? Wicked Stepmother? The Battalion certainly didn't behave as such to Cameron (As a matter of fact, the Battalion went out of her way to avoid antagonizing a potential Eobard Thawne...after all, who wants a hand vibrating at super speed going through their chest?). What the hell did that make Darth Phyre?

Such questions were best left be for the moment.

The two speedsters were dead, and The Battalion could now start her rampage in earnest. She charged inside.

Meanwhile, Model 3's covered for Esmeralda Io Esmeralda Io while she reloaded, firing 40mm grenade rounds into the battlements, hitting people with sniper fire.

"Hey Sister! Watch this!" a large Model 2 said flinging a fire axe using his parabolic programs.

It flew through the air over 299 meters, hitting an Imperial Knight square in the head, making him fall over.

"DID YOU SEE THAT CHIT?!" The Model 2 cried in surprise. "I didn't think that would actually work!"

"The Gods of XP smile upon us!" a Model 1 proclaimed advancing as part of the wall was destroyed by grenade blasts.

The Model 2's rushed ahead to soak up fire for everybody else...
 
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Esmeralda Io

Frozen Fire
Esmeralda Io
Character Bio
Location: Dorn Base, Icefall Plains - Hoth
Objective: Loot and Burn this Village!
Tag: The Battalion The Battalion

She had cleaned and reloaded her rifle hundreds of times during training.

And her effort had paid off.

The empty magazine was quickly pulled from the weapon, before a fresh one was immediately slotted in with a distinct clack as the charging handle was pulled, making the rifle ready to fire within roughly three seconds. Faster was very much possible, but when under fire, three seconds was quite good, especially for a fresh-faced Siren Cadet. Not a moment later, Esmeralda had her rifle pointed back at the base, but found her attention briefly distracted by one of Model 2s, apparently attempting a cross-map throwing axe kill which…

He managed to hit.

Esmeralda felt her heart skip a beat as she watched the axe bury itself in the Knight’s helmet-clad head, needing to take advantage of her helmet’s zoom function to see the kill for herself. The feat was impressive enough to soothe her nerves, granting her confidence to push ahead as the wall was destroyed by the successive grenade blasts.

However, not a moment later, the distinct howl of ion turbines met her ears, the noise enhanced by her armor’s audio receptor, so that she could better react to her surroundings. Immediately, Esmeralda turned about-face, her rifle pointed towards the source of the noise with snappy precision.

“74-Zs and...Marauders, incoming!” The Siren called out.

Without hesitating, Esmeralda answered the incoming threat, setting her crosshairs over one of the incoming bikes and squeezing the trigger to deliver three bursts of explosive rounds, which caught the machine in the front nose, then the rider in the chest. Two more bikes, along with their riders, met a similar fate, crashing into the snow in a pair of fiery explosions that punctuated the air amidst the reports of blaster and slugthrower fire.

Just then, a charging speeder bike forced Esmeralda to throw herself into the snow, missing being struck by only inches. Nevertheless, the Siren quickly picked herself up and leveled her rifle towards the speeder, firing a salvo of explosive rounds that found their mark in the rear of both bike and rider.

Wiping the snow clear of her visor, the Siren’s eyes went wide as they processed something else closing in the far, far distance.

Dark troopers.

 

The Battalion

Darth Phyre III
The Battalion
Character Bio
The Battalion had gotten inside, and the Stormtroopers were the first to feel the wrath of her light red blade, which thrashed through their armor as she sprinted through Ice Tunnels, blade moving chaotically through any flesh and armor that dared stand against it.

They had come here for one very specific reason.

Xiphos believed they were guarding something, or trying to extract it from the Ice. Xiphos had been coy about what exactly, save that it was vital to their continued operations.

Make no mistake: There was sweet, sweet loot here. Valuable weapons to be taken. Ships to be stolen, armor to be re-appropriated. But to Xiphos, there was something else here, something apparently more valuable then all of that. She had a suspicion Darth Phyre knew.

The Battalion, for some reason, felt irked at Phyre being aware of whatever it was they were after before she did.

The Battalion grew suspicious as she hacked apart another Stormtrooper. Was that why Xiphos deliberately let it leak within earshot of a Cultist that she was headed to Keskin, while going out of her way to keep secret the mission to Hoth, and trusting her with the Operation's success?

It had to be, she decided. Xiphos, in her own way, was beginning to genuinely trust her.

The Battalion felt...weird about that in a way she couldn't put words to.

As The Battalion deflected a Sonic bolt with her enchanted Lightsaber to the shock of the Stormtrooper that fired it before swiftly getting beheaded by her, her mind was, for some reason, drawn back to a similar time...

Gulag Era...


Elaine and Morris walked the desert, following the concentration of evil spirits that made up The Arena had fled to. As Elaine half expected it was an old cave system. She heard Morris give a rare expression of emotion, a simple snort as he spotted the cave.

"Watch out for booby-traps... there's no chance in hell there aren't any..." Laertia's father grunted, pulling out a silvery, single blade that emitted a dark blue, almost indigo aura. Elaine pulled out her own regular blue Lightsaber blade with exposed crystal chamber.

"After you..." she offered playfully.

Morris didn't visibly react to her playful tone. His expression didn't even change, he just stared. Then he went forward, using his blade to light the recesses of the cave. The Dark Side presence got stronger.

Elaine tensed, praying to Lady Ashla for deliverance. Morris said nothing, did nothing as he walked ahead, pointing out trip wires and mines hidden by rubble. They began to see walls.

"How did you hear about this beast?" Elaine asked.

"Doesn't matter..." Morris answered. "Point is, I'm here to prevent it from doing further damage."

"Thank you for saving my life."

"Don't. You might die in the next few minutes..." Morris replied quietly, tone neutral.

Elaine noticed his movements as they walked through the increasingly bloody cave, the stench of gore growing ever more potent and nauseating. His walk was too precise, almost machine-like.

The Rakghoul that leapt from a space above, pale skinned and with rows of sharp, misshapen teeth. Morris blasted it in the face before flip cocking his shotgun.

"A shotgun is hardly a Jedi Weapon." Elaine chided.

"Its not a Jedi's Galaxy..." he replied.

Elaine could not help but concede his point, given the situation she had been in when she had shown. Still, this willingness to resort to crude brutality was a facet of him she hadn't picked up on previously...

It made her question her own approach...

Present...

The Battalion wished she had been more questioning during her time while human. Hindsight was always torture.

She was forced into place momentarily as not one but two mega blaster turrets opened up on her as she got into a larger chamber. She was soon sprinting, deflecting what she could...

Meanwhile...

The Model 3's got their first taste of Dark Trooper chassis, immediately dodging the fire from their heavy blaster and returning it at a distance. The Model 2 units, MUCH more heavily armored, engaged them at close range, with all onboard weapons, even getting into hand to hand battles while Model 1's sniped at enemy units. The Sirens did the same, a few backing up Esmeralda Io Esmeralda Io as more speeder bikes came out...
 
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Esmeralda Io

Frozen Fire
Esmeralda Io
Character Bio
Location: Dorn Base, Icefall Plains - Hoth
Objective: Loot and Burn this Village!
Tag: The Battalion The Battalion

Dark Troopers.

They were the ancient terror of the First Galactic Empire, one of their last, desperate plays before being reorganized into the First First Order. Perhaps it was no surprise to witness them here, fielded when the third iteration of the First Order was in a state of recession driven by mysterious causes. It could have been any number of factors, but it was speculated to be the fallout from their operation to save Csilla, having expended countless lives and resources in their efforts to protect the world from annihilation, only to fail. Now, pirates, raiders, and other smaller factions descended on their territory, exploiting the power vacuum as the juggernaut of the Eternal Empire loomed to the north.

While Esmeralda’s training was hyper-focused on slaying the Bryn'adûl, she had also been trained to fight droids, though not because House Io feared a rebellion from the Nuetralizers, but rather, the massive legions of more simplistic battle droids fielded by the major galactic powers would inevitably be brought against House Io, in addition to their armies of organic soldiers. However, Dark Troopers were far more advanced than even most modern droids, being especially formidable against non-Force-sensitive soldiers due to their nigh-impenetrable armor.

Firing her wide-beam sonic stunner into the chest of a scout trooper charging directly for her on a speeder bike, Esmeralda kicked the soldier off and used the bike as cover as it came to a halt in front of her. Setting her sights on a Dark Trooper landing close to the base, a salvo of explosive rounds were loosed from her rifle, connecting with the droid’s chest in a series of tiny explosions, which initially only slightly impeded the Dark Trooper. However, the sheer volume of accurate fire, five rounds, then ten, caused its advance to cease, the droid staggering before finally going down after the twenty-fifth shot.

As with anything, you just had to shoot it enough times to kill.

However, as she placed a fresh magazine into her rifle, Esmeralda’s nostrils flared as a Dark Trooper manifested from above, landing only meters in front of her and aiming its blaster rifle at her chest...

 

The Battalion

Darth Phyre III
The Battalion
Character Bio
Bill the Model 1 saw the Dark Trooper about to ventilate one of their most promising, immediately turned his Assault Disruptor on the trooper and fired, blasting off the head of the trooper, making it's aim veer off and miss Esmeralda Io Esmeralda Io entirely, hitting nothing.

It slumped backward.

"Remember, sometimes, an A1 Dodge Game is necessary!" Bill called out.

The Model 1 units and the Model 3 units pressed forward, ruthlessly gunning down the Dark Troopers. The Model 3 units in particular liked to get right up close with vibro-swords using only one or two to distract a single Dark Trooper at separate angles with blaster fire. Others would pick up the Dark Troopers very own blasters to kill their enemies with. The Model 3's made up the brunt of the assault, pressing forward in a violent surge against the defenses, the Model 1's engaging the Force Users at close range with Force Pikes...

Meanwhile..


The Battalion rampaged through the inner complex, in the throes of a full on Force Rage, brutally cutting down whoever it was that was in their way, even if they surrendered in a last ditch attempt to preserve their lives...

The Battalion screeched and inhuman screech as she was bathed in flames from a Flame Thrower, driving her backward. Ablaze with basically a type of accelerant all over her she flayed about, stumbling in pain and rage as she was bathed in flames by a flame trooper than blasted open repeatedly by a shotgun at close range, spilling white blood everywhere, eliciting more pig like squeals as she dropped to the ground flailing and burning before going still.

The First Order Stormtroopers still shot and burned the body until all that was left was a charred, badly mutilated body in a heavily damaged and burned catsuit. They stopped shooting at and burning her, assuming she was dead.

But her flesh was so supercharged with suffering and hatred she still wasn't dead. Just too badly injured to move currently...

The troopers quickly moved on to combat other threats, assuming a kill.

She lay inert, a mess of white blood and yellowed, burned organs that couldn't move.

The catsuit, though heavily damaged, quickly began repairing itself and her also, but she was still too injured to move...
 
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