Public Crisis on Cato Neimoidia | ATTN: Jedi

[Kahlil Noble]

"Sith bring you back to life and you serve as their wardogs. Alright, I can respect that." Kyrel Ren moved in, and Kahlil stayed where he was. Mostly. The green blade sprang up to catch Vader's Bane, pushing it off to the side. Letting the weight of the blow glance down and away rather than take it full on. Patience. Defense. That's what Kahlil excelled at. And, trying to bait the Ren into attacking more wildly. Was that a good idea?

Probably not. The strike across his jaw sent him stumbling half a step. Then another. The Ren pushed forward, and Kahlil stepped back. He couldn't very well hold his ground with his vision swimming, nor did he want to let the Ren slip past and get behind Valery Noble with all she was dealing with. Blaster fire, a surge of pain through their bond. She'd been shot, but her armor did it's job.

Maybe he should have her make him some, some time.

Another step back and his head was clear. Blade up, eyes narrowed in focus. Another step, and he'd certainly be back to back with his Fiance. Blood dripped from his split lip.

"What would your son think of you now, Kyrel?"

 

[Lossa Darcuhl]

Location: The Set
Equipment: Weighted Training Robes, Comm-link, Bag of spare medical supplies, Concealed Sling Bag, Concealed Device, Double Bladed Lightsaber
Tags: Briana Sal-Soren Romi Jade Vizion Trozky | Dimitri Voltura Darth Ptolemis

The only one left was Vizion and herself. as she turned and watched the others land on the train below. The wind whipped at her as she tried to maintain her breathing. Another threat coming forward as hyperventilation tried to set in. Her nerves dancing at the idea before she heard Vizion speak to her.

Breaking the grip the mind had over her body as she looked to him with his tap on her arm.

She looked almost lost. Afraid as he spoke. He was offering help, and she doubted she would live down a failure to leap down when they were this far in. Steeling herself, she nodded wordlessly, shaking as she assisted with tethering herself to him.

Albeit with a hurried but confused set of hands.

Being tethered to him got rid of her last escape from the choice as she tapped his shoulder and spoke up enough for him to hear her. She struggled against the wind whipping up, choking on the dry air but nodded through the tears in her eyes.

Grandpa would be howling right now She thought to herself. Hands trembling as he leapt and guided them down.

She wasn't sure if she had screamed the entire way down. Wasn't sure if she'd had the breath for it as she mimicked his use of the force, even adding to it as they landed with the grace of a final assemblé of a dance.

Her only thoughts on not breaking a bone as her feet touched down.

Frantically loosing herself from the tethers before the wind tried to rip her from the top of the train. Dropping to a knee, she looked at him bleary eyed and yelled with little decorum.

"You all are nuts!"

 

[Darth Ptolemis]

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Objective II: End of an Era

Ambience II.

Appearance.
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Allies: Dimitri Voltura Darth Solipsis Halketh Kyrel Ren Kogdud’Kkurs Thalia Senn Zinn Zinn Bink'sa Darth Saevius Darth Mori Darth Kalyptos & NSO
Enemies: ALL JEDI.
Engaging: Briana Sal-Soren Justice Lesan Vizion Trozky Lossa Darcuhl ( Romi Jade vs Dimitri further back)
Equipment: In bio.

<The first one through that door is mine. Do with the rest what you will.> Dimitri told his apprentice through Force and Mind. <And Orlov - no mindless slaughter. We are not Crimson Hands.> he added the slight warning without a physical word as his crimson eyes remained on the compartment door.

The masked Sith could feel the approaching Force signatures as he listened silently to the Dragon's words in his mind. – Of course, my master. – He replied, telepathically. There were no secrets between the two. There could be none; his master saw through him, could always feel his frustration when insolent Jedi stood in their way. They were obstacles to be cast aside. Ptolemis cared less for a life lost than his master did – a lesson he was struggling to learn.

The mightier signature was very close now. The masked Sith looked up, and saw an emergency hatch that opened to the roof. – I shall move further back to meet the others, but will stay close. – Their telepathic communication was seamless. Confined. Dense as a singularity. Ptolemis took a step toward the hatch on the ceiling and thrust his arm towards it, his strained hand sending an unforgiving rush through the Force. The flimsy hatch got absolutely torn off its hinges, immediately caught up in the savage winds rushing by the wagon as it flew off and away. By the time the pneumatic gate opened, Ptolemis was nowhere to be seen.

The shadowy figure's overlong robes a maelstrom of darkness as he walks confidently toward the end of the car; strands of battle-scarred clothing whipping violently in the brutal winds. He soon finds himself in front of the group of eager Jedi that are here to defuse a bomb; one that does not exist. The formless apparition that is Darth Ptolemis looks each present member of the Jedi Order in the eye, clutches the lightsaber hilt in his hand, and stands still, devoid of any anthropomorphisms. After a brief, suspenseful silence, he addresses them, his voice utterly contorted by his cruel mask. – I will only warn you once. – His deep voice resonating through the steel structure beneath them. – Leave. – A suffocating, deadpan visage staring back at the Jedi. – Or I will kill you.
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A single, solid crimson blade erupts from its durite hilt.​

 

[Zaka]

HEAD OF THE SNAKE
BLACKFANG - THE (NEW) JEDI vol. II
Issue #4 - Crisis on Cato Neimodia
Dagon Kaze Halketh

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His saber came down, batting away the defendant's own parry beneath his gravity bound strike. Though it mattered little as he plunged the second plasmatic beam right through Caelitus' sternum. His teeth were bared, his pants heavy as he stared into the emotionless eyes of the Shadow Hand, searching for any sign of life. Any sign, so that he might continue cleaving him to pieces. In the space of a blink, the illusion faded, the illusionary image fading with a ripple as vile gnashing teeth appeared before him. Its adornments making it clear that it too, had once been a Jedi.

Frozen, the scent of burning decay assailed his nostrils, invading them with its almost poisonous stench. "Wha-? N-no..." His eyes flickered over the reanimated corpse, trying to find a shred of truth in this world of magic tricks. Deep within, even as the clawing arms reaching for him were answered with another severance the spinal column and a sickening crash of limbs, he felt betrayal. Years and years training his own senses, only to be betrayed by them here, like this. In the one event that he'd needed them most.

To end the suffering.

He wasn't strong enough to see through the illusions himself.

The storm surrounding him was oppressive, breathtaking at times. It left little room to do much else but to draw inward, to search for the secure walls of ones self and to throw them up. But how was he to cower? To fail? How could he allow himself reprieve from the violence when people depended on him? Personally? Unlikely. He was no famous Jedi. But the idea that was their Order was still depended on, no matter what the Senate sought to claim.

Through the aphotic depths of the Dark Side, he could sense the raven-haired Knight draw closer. He waded deeper. He could not wait for the Jedi Knight. Resolved to drain the Shadow Hand of whatever magickz they had while he could, he knew it'd be of benefit to Dagon when he arrived.

The walls shifted another time, admitting three more shapes into his corridor. Or brought him into theirs, it made no difference.

All identical in appearance.

But their auric presences differed, enough to cause the temperature to drop. To raise bent and knelt hairs to stand at attention on those same raised parts of flesh where the goosebumps laid. He could feel it assailing his first layers of skin and flesh, as if it were trying to seep into him and lock him in place.

It's Him.

But which of them?

Suppressing the abrupt need to quite literally retch from the burdensome presence alone, he raised his blades, dark lids closing just briefly.

The storm says move.
But the rock does not.

The mantra that he'd repeated a thousand times his focus. His brows pressed together, and he felt, rather than saw the attack. Opening his eyes just in time to see the springing trio assault him, he took steps back. His blades looped in and between as he made the last-second decisions to block or deflect one mortality dealing attack, so that he might suffer a lesser blow. Coruscating light flashed as he maneuvered, consciously avoiding the inevitable position of being entrapped between the three.

He'd lurch out with a kick at ones knee, body twisting to avoid a slash that'd cleave him, but felt the burn as another burned across his abdomen. His acute senses quickly picking up on his own burnt flesh as he fought. Another would find themselves shoved backwards, two fingers raising from a flourishing blade as it released a metaphysical shove that'd send the body crashing into a stone wall.

"You will not turn me into a puppet," he said with steeled resolve. The sound of warbling blades crashing into each other was familiar, comforting to the warrior's ears. As every swipe, slash, or stab found purchase on his body, or even his opponents, he accepted it with warm affection. Knowing that his death was imminent, it was solely a point of delaying it. Of turning his body into such an unusable mass of flesh that he'd not be reanimated and turned against those who'd become his friends.

"I die free!"

 

[Halketh]

THE HOUSE OF THE FOOL
THE BROTHERHOOD OF THE MAW
DARK LORD OF THE SITH
C A E L I T U S
The Aegis of Woe | Lightsaber
The Perished | 408/440
// Zaka Dagon Kaze Jem Gaelor Darth Solipsis \\

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The triumvirate clashed with the padawan, Jedi blades hissing with every collision and counter, pressing a full assault off the offensive foot, sparing no thought to block or deflect the blows exchanged. Heated lines arose on the archon's aegis, carved across the metal by the warbling flurry of Zaka's strikes, yet flesh had not been bitten into. The gambit remained steady, the Dark Lord committing to his ploy, where even personally he did not bat aside the blade sent to sunder him. Faith in his armor, trust in its smiths, and the willingness to risk being wounded for the sake of the delusion he endured. One crashed into the wall with enough impact to dispel the illusion embracing it, exposing yet another mangled shade of a fallen Jedi, he struggled to return to his feet, a saber of green replacing the blade of woeful orange.

The two remaining, one staggered, the other unimpeded pressed unto Zaka's guard, a shift of the wind seeing reality twist again, bent to spit the Saint through the Padawan to reemerge at his flank, where a gauntleted hand flayed its fingers to the side, supercharging malice. Crimson lances arced between his digits, the grasp on his blade twisting to deflect another strike from his opponent serving as but a mild interruption. "Your death will be meaningless," thus spoke the Saint, "what comes after is mine to judge." Though he spoke with the conviction of a god, his words were offered with apathetic monotone, a reminder of the pointlessness to it all.

The remaining shade dropped low, sending a thrust shin for the Padawan's legs in a sweeping crescent with the intention of throwing him to the ground.

"I have witnessed the death of millions, their souls snuffed into dust without so much as a whisper. I have watched stars engulf and swallow the very planets they were sworn to provide solace for. I have defiled the most sacred houses of the Light." The Mercurial Saint urged his crackling hand forth, unleashing a screaming barrage of raw energy bolts toward his foe. "I have crushed the hopes of your Masters into nothingness with a mere thought, though you may defy me, you cannot defy fate." He followed this lattice of hatred swiftly, a whirl of his blade reverting his grip in a plunge fixed for Zaka's stomach.

 

[Darth Saevius]

Last Order​

Tags: Takui
Location: Takui’s location, Insertion Pod Location

’Impressive.’ Saevius thought to himself as the Jedi marshalled intense mastery over his own body, coiling his muscles in such a way to pivot his form into a position where his feet absorbed the shock of his force push, therefore allowing the Jedi to impact feet-first onto the speeder behind him. As Saevius’ own feet met the pavement and he lashed out with his lightsaber, the Jedi demonstrated a keen agility once again as his saber met the Sith’s in a defensive posture while almost instantly in response pushing off from the speeder into a slide to the Sith Lord’s left. With the well honed instinct of someone trained to a lifetime of saberplay and force attunement, Saevius immediately reacted with a counter of his own; bringing the right side of his dual bladed saber around in a 360-degree spin to hopefully catch the Jedi unaware and sever his head from his body as his momentum carried him to the Sith’s ‘left’ position and around to the rear of Saevius’ former position.

But his maneuver was met again with the defensive reflexes of his opponent, their two blades striking but a moment as Takui’s momentum carried him forward a few more paces - enough to allow for the Jedi to likely rise to his feet or otherwise maneuver out of his momentarily vulnerable position. ’Most impressive indeed’ Saevius once again mused. Based on the introductory tactics used in the engagement, the Sith Lord was reminded of a few fringe saber forms which made use of terrain and one’s environment to gain the upper hand in combat. Sokan came to mind, along with the potential of elements of the Ataru form in the Jedi’s movements. Saevius made it a point to begin almost all engagements with the rather neutral Shi-Cho form until he gained a measure for what his opponent’s mastery was. Thus far, it seemed it would be a task to get his opponent to commit to proper battle, so Saevius decided he would eliminate all other options from him until there was only one conclusion.

As Takui exited his skid, and would undoubtedly attempt to rise to his feet, Saevius coiled the finger of his off hand, beckoning a large chunk of debris to come racing toward the Jedi’s backside. Without wasting a moment, he glanced to the opposite side the debris would be coming from, pulling a rather sharp piece of shrapnel in from that side with a moment’s delay - the trajectory of which would impale the Jedi where he stood unless he moved out of the way. Saevius opted to come from a third vector entirely, approaching with a sharp and convincing feint with the left-most blade of his saber, only to redirect and slash upward with the rightmost blade in a precisely timed misdirection. The goal would be to disarm his opponent while he would presumably be off balance from the telekinetic attacks launched moments prior. After carrying out said attacks, the Sith would gaze into the Jedi’s eyes, and respond to his earlier platitude: ”Choices in life are often simpler than we realize, Jedi.” He began: ”Will we fool ourselves into thinking that the galaxy is simply an unfair place to live? Or will we be the master of our own fate?”

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[Takui]

His body carried through with the momentum without trying to abate it, and Taku rolled into a crouched position with several feet of space between them. With his muscles coiled and the Force flowing through him, he launched himself up in a quick somersault, heels over head. The quickness of the movement augmented with the Force, his toes met with the debris intended to collide with him from the rear. He couldn't hope to gain purchase on it for long- not as the Sith had imposed his will to send it hurtling through air- but it was possible to influence its trajectory slightly.

By kicking off of the surface, Takui sent himself into a backflip that allowed his body to careen away from the Sith, while also sending the debris slamming toward the Sith's own body in the absence of its original target. The jagged shrapnel intended to skewer him sailed safely below, out toward wherever its kinetic energy carried it, toward the considerable fall beyond.

With the small amount of pressure Taku's makeshift landing applied to the debris, it was now directed toward the man's legs rather than his center of mass. Ideally, the Sith would be forced to abort his charge and deal with the newfound problem.

"The concept of fairness implies a structure," Takui replied, "something that can be taken control of, or mastered. The universe doesn't operate under the rules we try to impose on it."

It was an easy thing to talk about conquest. Empires, Sith, Republics, Alliances- everyone wanted to have something, to hold something. Power gave fleeting creatures some measure of comfort about the existence they had only finite control over. Like children playing with dolls, in control of their destiny.

His gaze swept across the makeshift arena again in the seconds he'd bought for himself.

"Life is beautiful because it ends. Things are precious because they disappear."

What he "saw" wasn't actually visible. It was a ripple, just the way he'd seen before. However, it had grown significantly in size. Size? No. That wasn't the word-

Ah. There you are.

He saw it only for a split second, but he took immediate note. With his eyes on his opponent again, he opted for a defensive stance. "The best a man can hope for is to control the few things that he can," he told the darksider.

Darth Saevius

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Travot watched Dagos Terrek move forward at phenomenal speed. He blinked. Well, he definitely got that lesson down fast. I should move too...The man let out a grunt and started forward. He concentrated the Force through his legs, letting its power channel more energy to his legs, making his bounding motion somewhat faster. While not as fast as Dagos in part because of his build and his heavy battle armor, Travot still bolted faster than most humans could run. He felt a twinge of danger in the process and turned to see a Brotherhood soldier moving to train his blaster on the jedi. He skidded to a halt behind a street vendor's cart and whipped his hand around, and in the process, wrenched the blaster from the Brotherhood soldier's grasp - the gun went flying through the air. The enemy soldier seemed stunned for a moment, and that's all it took for one of the few Concord soldiers present to send a few rounds of slugs through the other man.

Travot winced as he felt the other man's death in the Force. But if I don't keep moving, I'll end up just like him. He instinctively sprinted towards his next piece of cover, the monumental edifice of a stone statue. He managed to get behind it just as a large explosion rippled out in front of him. He peeked around the side of the monument to see that his next planned piece of cover was now a flaming wreck, and more importantly, no longer viable cover. He groaned. So much for that plan...

He quickly picked out a new piece of cover - a duracrete sound barrier - and started running to it. As he did so, he felt out for Dagos's presence, and turned his eyes just in time to see another explosion rip into the tank. But perhaps more worrying, the jedi saw that the now-damaged tank was turning its focus onto the padawan. Oh frak. His eyes fell upon some of the rubble near the tank - it looked like pieces of upturned duracrete and rebar along with a smatter of speeder parts. That'll have to do. The man stretched out his hand towards it, reached through the Force to grab it, and haphazardly jammed it into the vehicle's missile launcher tubes. A half second later, the vehicle attempted to fire a missile through one of the plugged tubes, causing a magazine detonation with a massive audio boom that deafened the man and a brilliant flash of light that left him temporarily blinded. He stumbled over to recuperate his senses from behind a decorative planter.

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: Cato Neimoidia
Equipment: Jedi Robes, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Second Lightsaber, Promise Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Madison Starr, Dagos Terrek , Travot Ravenna


There were a couple of Neimodian engineers ready to assist, Jax smiled and nodded grateful that they were helping the both of them. "Thanks for the assist," Jax said to them. "Now get out of here and head south, there should be a Jedi ready to defend you."

As they left, Jax turned to Madison. "All right that blocks the train," he said. "But we still need to take care of that bomb, as long as it's active the potential damage it can do will be catastrophic."

The train arrived with about 50 Brotherhood soldiers pouring out, some of them were grumbling about unblocking the tracks and others were ordering them to find a way to disable the gates. "It's a fucking convention down there." Jax whispered. "We're going to have to sneak past them.... On my mark...."

Jax waited for an opening. "Ready...."

A gap was created. "Go!"

The Jedi Master rushed through the blind spot of the soldiers hoping that Madison followed suit, they've reached the entrance of the train hiding behind some crates. "Right," Jax whispered. "The bomb should be in the middle somewhere; I can sense it all we need to do is disable it and get out of here."

 

[Madison Starr]

At-Lao East Coupling Station​

Cato Nemoidia​

Part 7 - Obj 2​

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Jax Thio and Madison Starr infiltrate a train and disable it's explosive payload.​

With the tracks diverted and the metal barricades locked in place. No monorail should have been able to reach the station. Alas, timing was everything. Just as she was contemplating leaving the station, a train arrived outside, and unleashed a crowd of cultists. Apparently, too many for Jax to fight all on his own. So he opted for the stealth approach.

"Roger."

Madison held her gun and snuck behind some crates just past the station's exit doors. Moving outside, they let the enemy shuffle past them. Then when an opening appeared. They took it.

They moved past the guards and reached the train itself. It felt almost empty.

"Okay. But um... Sure. Disable the bomb. But uh? You know how to do that right? Cause. I've got no idea. Ugh."

She sighed and shook her head. That wasn't in the Padawan handbook. They didn't teach Demolitions 101 to first years.

"Anyway. Yeah. Nevermind. We'll improvise. Let's go."

Together they moved up the exterior of the train. Following the concrete until they reached about halfway up the train. Then, together they boarded the middle car. Jax dispatched the single guard. A Captain, by the looks of him. Hunched over a duffel bag full of bowling ball sized detonators. Four black orbs in total.

"Oh kriff." Madison gasped. "It's not just one bomb. It's a duffel bag full of them."

She knelled down next to Jax and looked them over. They had gotten lucky. The bombs weren't even armed.

"This is enough to blow the train, yeah. But it's not enough explosives to kill a building. What the hell?"

She looked down the train cars and tried to imagine what the bad guy's plan must have been. This whole thing just didn't make a ton of sense. Again, it was like this whole scenario was just to lure in as many Jedi as possible. Then trap them in a kill box.

"Anyway. Whatever. We don't have time for this. Somebody might have a remote. Screw it."

She grabbed the duffel bag full of bombs and dragged it over to the next exit door. Then onto the concrete and over to the side of the city. Then she dumped it, and the bombs, over the railing. Letting them sail down, down, down, and plop into the far ocean below. Splash!

"So much for bombs on a train. Sheesh."

She turned back to Jax.

"Okay. Let's get back to Lanyria and evac those locals. Maybe then we can get the hell out of here too."

Madison pointed back towards the crowd of enemies they had just past through.

Second times the charm.

 

[Dagon Kaze]

CRISIS ON CATO NEIMOIDIA
THE GREAT ERROR vol. II
Issue #13 w/ Zaka Halketh Jem Gaelor Darth Solipsis

The Jedi picked up the pace into the depths of the palace. No point in examining the mangled trail of corpses. The distant muffled sound of lightsabers clashing was his guide now. The dried blood smeared across the walls begged him to know for how long the Sith have been preparing their trap. How much of time's luxury did they possess. But it didn't matter to him, he couldn't afford time. In this existential war - no Jedi could.

He hurried through halls and chambers before he found himself perched upon a mezzanine overlooking the battle between Light and Dark. His mind urged him to wait, to read the situation well but his gut wrestled control as soon as one Sith clones' hand surged forward, the Dark Side rushing to heed the will of its wicked lord. A force blast. He'd felt its deadly consequences before thanks to his brother.

Without another moment wasted, Dag reached out to the empyrean and thrust his open palm forward materializing an ethereal barrier to impede the blast and separate the Sith doppelgangers from Zaka giving him a second's worth of a breather. Despite already sacrificing the element of surprise, the raven-haired Jedi lunged from the top and down onto the Sith image of Caelitus that had conjured the force blast. The lightsaber ignited midway before it came down as a crescent of cerulean brilliance at the Sith Lord shoulder - a clean sweep aiming to sever his right limb from shoulder to hand.​

 

[Zaka]

HEAD OF THE SNAKE
BLACKFANG - THE (NEW) JEDI vol. II
Issue #4 - Crisis on Cato Neimodia
Dagon Kaze Halketh

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The adornments on his body were quickly becoming little more than rags as he fought on. Scarlet ichor leaked down his limbs where the Sith and their apparitions had found purchase, despite their cauterizing cuts. Aggravated beyond reason, the constant pain was eating at his focus, at his pulled together serenity as the Sith's awesome presence alone crushed him.

Years of training and countless hours of stamina training with no sleep, pushed beyond his physical limitations to find more in the Force and then some. It all added up to this point.

Of the two armoured figures that remained, one moved too fast to even perceive, appearing at his side which triggered him to move, even before his danger sense warned of the crackling energy that were summoning forth. Parried, he had no time to press with his second blade, and instead tasked himself with fighting off the shade for a second before coming back around.

"You talk too-"

He felt a sudden force crash into his calves, strong enough to kick him off his feet and send him crashing down onto his back. The initial moment of impact wiping his mind of focused thought. There was a sore numbness in the back of his head, and he tasted blood in his mouth, but his inertness on the ground didn't last much longer.

Log-rolling away, he realized his hands were void of his sabers.

Too tired to actively reach out and search for the familiarity of his crafted weapons, he turned to stare defiantly at Caelitus. Heavily lidded eyes dragging up his entire frame, from bottom to top in the light granted by the orange beam. Ending at his face, defiant orbs stared into the dark eyeholes.

This is it.

He uttered no words, even as his dark brows knitted together as his upper lip raised into a disgusted snarl. From his knelt position, he only hoped that he didn't experience the mind-controlled simpleness of the undead.

Staring daggers, he watched, as if in slow motion as the gauntleted hand raised to release the amalgamated gathering of power. He closed his eyes, accepting his fate as a presence manifested at the very limits of his periphery.

Zaka didn't see the barrier as it formed, he merely let the energy of the blast explode around him as the shield ate up the gathered and unleashed energy. He wavered on his knees, feeling a growing weight in his lap as he snatched up the object.

Orbs the colour of storm clouds opened brightly, glowing fiercely with Ashla's empyrean energy as he fell to the side, avoiding the plunging stab to finish him off. As he came out of the swift roll, his hand snapped out to Caelitus' kneecap, a resplendent beam of lapis lazuli burst from the cylindrical object in an effort to slash through the armour gap with righteous fury.

 

[Briana Sal-Soren]

Themes:
Tag: Romi Jade , Vizion Trozky , Justice Lesan , Lossa Darcuhl , Iris Arani , Dimitri Voltura, Darth Ptolemis

Time to earn your keep.

Briana thought, watching to make sure every Jedi that jumped from The Set made a smooth transition down before taking off after Romi, who went ahead with some of the other Jedi she’d brought along.

One hand hovered near her belt where her saber hung, ready to spring into action at the first sign of trouble while carefully moving and assisting her fellow Jedi Padawans as they made it on board.

Over their shared comchannel, Briana listened as each cabin was given the ‘all clear’ in rapid fire succession. Everyone but Romi’s now. Something was wrong.

The emotion hit before any words could, a dark wound in the Force. Briana had only felt this once before, but that time it was wild and feral, this felt focused. Astute blue eyes turned to the group of peers behind her, “We have company!” in one fluid motion, Briana dislodged the hilt at her belt, grabbing it tightly and flipping the activation switch with her thumb. The snap hiss ignited the deep-azure blade, lighting up her side, humming steadily as though it knew what was coming.

She could sense the approaching combat, stepping into the Djem-So attack stance, purely focused on channeling the Force in preparation. When the Sith finally emerged with an offer, Briana scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“I like my odds.”

If she was scared, it did not show in the young woman's brazen gaze.

 

[Dagos Terrek]

“Oh chit.”

There was an explosion or they may have been. There was a sound of rushing wind and a flash both only lasted a blink before he was dead.

He certainly karking hurt a lot for being dead but he had to be dead right? He couldn’t see. He couldn’t hear. But he could feel and right now he felt like chit. Slowly the world came back to him blurry but there enough to prove he hadn’t died. He still couldn’t hear anything except for a Force forsaken ringing. The blurring was getting clearer. The tank was gone, nothing more than a smoldering wreck sitting in front of a newly formed hole in the side of the monorail station.

Around him Maw and concord soldiers alike lay wounded and some even dying from the exploding machine, except for a ten meter radius around him where no downed bodies or no shrapnel lay. It would appear that The Force used him as a vessel to create a protective bubble of sorts. He had no idea how to do that consciously but if he ever figured it out, it sure could come in handy.

His use of the force left him exhausted and he dragged his feet as he walked over to a shape he thought was Travot Ravenna .

“Door’s open.” He said with a small laugh while trying to catch his breath.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Kyrel was overwhelmed by the need for violence and blood. His own brute strength, ten times stronger than what he was alive was useful in catching the Jedi off guard. He kept inching ever so closer to his enemy, using powerful blade strikes, and brutal melee hits from his free arm. Using his signature style of using the dark side like a hammer to bash repeatedly into his foes. They could always tire, he didn’t and only further kept up the onslaught through the small alleyway locked between his own men and two Jedi who had not much of a chance to escape.

As he kept trying to push back, he seemed to enjoy the chaos taking place. The rusty blades of his enemies attempted to lash out at Valery, letting out battle cries of they’re own. One shot even getting to the Jedi Master causing Kyrel to hurry in his attempts to get to her. When the Jedi man before him mentioned his son Kyrel became increasingly violent. His saber deactivating for the moment, he grabbed him, launching brutal punched with his free hand, one side going to his left to his right cheekbones. Feeling a slight crunch of bone with the first two strikes, he started to use his mighty strength to slam him against the narrow walls they stood upon.

“My son??? My son is dead!! Just like the rest of you!” He shouted, as he brutally kept slamming him against the walls, before the hulking monster grabbed him by the throat and slammed him to the ground. The Crimson Hands kept falling to Valery’s blade but as she was busy fending them off, a loud clanking of chains could be heard. What followed was the launching of rusty hooks towards Valery’s legs, hoping that that in her distraction the blades could sink into her body to bring her down all the same.

Valery Noble
Kahlil Noble

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Travot offered a pained smile to Dagos Terrek as the bulky knight applied some vinchaine spray to his face. The man offered the spray can to the padawan before looking at the now flame engulfed vehicle.

"Well, I'd say that it's tempting..."

And it was. Part of him was curious to see who was inside the vehicle or to figure out how they got it...

"...but the mission comes first. We've got to get on the train and disable the bomb. Let's go..."

That was one of those things that was easier said than done. He stumbled up and started a slow, wavering jog, even as the battlefield around them seemed to wake up from the explosion. Wounded men groaned and rolled over even as combatants further back began to exchange fire again. He spotted one of the marauders turning to face him. It'll be easy to get all caught up again in this, wouldn't it? but that's exactly what they want...to delay us....He stretched out his hand toward the sith soldier, sending a Force push that knocked the black-clothed man into a traffic barrier directly behind him. He heard a sickening crack and the man went limp. Travot frowned and reached out through the Force to try and ascertain the man's condition. Not dead...That was good enough. Slightly relieved from not outright killing the man, he hastened his pace to approach the automated train, which was starting to slow down as it reached the station. He turned back to the padawan.

"...you ready to get onboard?"

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: Cato Neimodia
Equipment: Jedi Robes, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Second Lightsaber, Promise Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Madison Starr, Dagos Terrek , Travot Ravenna


Well, that was surprisingly simple.

Madison tossed the array of bombs overboard, however in doing it created enough noise that it alerted the Mawites who were residing inside the train. "JEDI!" One of the men said. "They're disabling the bombs!"

"Disabled?!" Jax activated his Lightsaber deflecting the incoming blaster bolts. "More liked tossed them aside." The Jedi Master batted a blaster bolt striking one of the Mawites between the eyes. "Good work Madison!" Jax said through clenched teeth taking down another Brotherhood trooper with another redirected blaster bolt. "But please don't be so hasty next time! That could've been a Baradiun Bombs that could've exploded on impact!"

A Mawite rushed towards Jax armed with a Vibro Ax he sidestepped and decapitated the soldier with a half spin. "But good job our work here is done!" He said looking upwards at the exposed hatch above. "All that's left is to disable the AA guns to make room for the GA transport to pick up civilians!"

Sensing that more Brotherhood were trying to block the way Jax and Madison came in, Jax leapt through the hatch and onto the top of the train. "Come on!" Jax shouted to Madison. "Let's get up top! The AA gun is only one floor above!"

 

[Darth Saevius]

Last Order​

Tags: Takui
Location: Takui’s location, Insertion Pod Location

Once again, the Jedi had demonstrated a commendable amount of alacrity in dodging the debris, and yet again the shrapnel. The redirection of the debris was a nice touch, but not unexpected. With a flick of his wrist, the debris ruptured as if it ‘exploded’ shortly after the Jedi kicked it in his direction, throwing its myriad of contents in nearly every direction. A few pieces struck his form squarely, but shortly thereafter Saevius formed a small bubble to protect himself from the remaining hail of junk cascading around the ‘arena’.

Given his previous attack was interrupted by the Jedi’s ploy, he was ready for when the Jedi’s feet met the pavement once again. Without skipping a beat, the Sith lashed out with a far more concentrated thrust of force energy to the Jedi, intending to ‘shove’ him directly back and into a burned out husk of an industrial hauler. Yet, the Sith had gained the measure of just how resourceful his opponent was, and reached out with his saber hand as if using a staff to ‘pull’ at the Jedi, with the intent to quickly redirect the trajectory of his form and pull him directly to the Sith, to impact the pavement mere feet away from the Sith’s feet.

If his attack was successful, undoubtedly the Jedi would be battered from the impact of his body against the unforgiving pavement beneath them. But the Sith did not immediately pounce upon his foe. Instead, he paced to and fro, eyeballing the Jedi before him before he spoke: ”Enough games. We can proceed to engage in misdirections and ploys all day. Or...” He brandished his lightsaber, awaiting for the Jedi to make himself ready. Saevius was not the same breed of Sith the Jedi may have previously encountered. He was not dominated by an overwhelming feeling of anger or rage. He did not allow himself to be led along like a slave by his emotions. No, he focused his emotions - used them to sharpen his senses to a razor-edge. ”We can cease bandying words and gain the measure of our views in a more direct way.”

The Sith Lord adopted the opening stance of Shi-Cho, like the attack he was previously planning to make. Yet, he did not make the first move. A small smirk materialized on his lips once again. This battle would not simply be a test of martial skill, but a mental exercise as well. He would see for himself just how mentally strong this Jedi was.

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[Dagos Terrek]

The aerosolized mist from the spray touched his face and amazingly the throbbing in his head subsided. It was a welcome peace, a small moment of something going right during a day of many things having gone wrong.

“...We've got to get on the train and disable the bomb. Let's go..."

Dagos tossed a weary hand in the air sort of a like ‘let’s get on with it’ gesture.

He followed Travot neither one of them moving quickly though they were moving as fast as they could. The battle continued around them, men on both sides being maimed or killed in what was nothing more than a tragic waste of life. Dagos watched as Travot sent a sith soldier flying away with The Force. Dagos was unsure he would’ve had the energy to do the same had the situation presented itself.

"...you ready to get onboard?" The Jedi knight asked.

“Chit. We’re gonna be late.” He said with a weak smile. He tried his damndest to sound confident. He wasn’t going to let anyone think or say after this that he wasn’t all the way up for the chit.

Full concentration and flick of his hands slid the doors open on the train as it passed by.

That shoulda been easier. He thought defeatedly as he leapt into the car. As soon as his feet touched the carpeted floor of the car, he lost his balance, fell and tucked into a backwards roll. He looked up to face whatever enemy was inside and instead found the car empty.

The soft sound of muzak played absent mindedly as the whirr of recycled air created a soft breeze.

Hopefully Travot would make it on and they could continue further into the train together.

Travot Ravenna

 

[Takui]

His feet never touched down in the way he intended. When the Sith decided how the redirected debris ought be dealt with, he consequentially exaggerated Takui's initial backflip. He was sailing farther than intended- toward a large overturned vehicle past its expiration date. Rather than adopting the defensive stance he wanted to, the failed Jedi steeled himself for the impact by twisting his body and designating the balls of his feet as the touch-and-go point. When they made contact, he felt the Force accumulating around his person, and his gaze met the Sith as the man forcibly ripped his weapon in a backward motion. He intended to pull Taku toward him.

And it was working.

In the brief moment that his body touched the industrial hauler, Takui expanded his consciousness outward and enveloped it- not enough to manipulate it properly, not quickly enough to react, but enough that he could bring it with him. The Sith had done the majority of the work already, and he felt a certain professional obligation to allow someone who worked hard to reap the benefits of their effort.

Or its consequences.

He tucked his body under as he sailed through the air, deactivating his lightsaber as he willed the massive object beneath his feet to glide overhead, and then let go. Taku's back hit the ground and rolled through as the machine's corpse nose-planted into the bridge and continued on its path toward Saevius. Blood from the myriad cuts and gouges of shrapnel that nicked his body evidenced the efficacy of the Sith's assault, but Takui found his feet again and reactivated his weapon, working to regain control of his breath.

"Enough games. We can proceed to engage in misdirections and ploys all day. Or..."​

With a final, gentle exhalation of breath, Taku smiled.

"We can cease bandying words and gain the measure of our views in a more direct way."​

"You first," he nodded toward the Sith.

Darth Saevius