Invasion Darkness Rises; the Battle of Kintan - TSE Invasion of SJO Kintan

[Darth Bellum]

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K O R _ V E X E N

| Location | New Kalandra, Kintan​

| Objective | ...​

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The Anzati stood like an unmoving statue as he held his ground, arms at his sides as if inviting the Jedi to come and strike him, confident that the Jedi vermin confronting him was merely that; a rat who scurried away at the first sign of danger, sticking to the shadows to avoid being exterminated. The city continued to burn as both military and civilian alike perished in the crossfire that followed wherever the Jedi and Sith clashed. This was a war that the Jedi would always lose as far as purpose and morals went. It just further extrapolated the ineptitude of the Jedi as well as their resolve. They touted themselves as warriors of light and peace, but there was no light or peace; simply chaos and destruction. They were no better than Sith in the many engagements Vexen bore witness to. ​

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Vexen continued to wait for the Jedi to reveal his next move, seemingly expectant that they might try something new that Vexen had never seen in his hundreds of years of active existence; even if such a possibility was slim and an immeasurable achievement in and of itself. His vocoded voice boomed, rich with arrogance and pride as he taunted the Jedi " Where is your peace and tranquility now Jedi? Your city burns, your people weep as the cries of the dead and dying all scream out in pain, begging for mercy and salvation. Yet you ignore them, instead choosing to face an enemy you could never hope to defeat...Sacrificing the lives of many for the life of one. " Vexen's statement would soon be interrupted by Morga attempting to strike at him. Vexen's free hand would come up as his armored gauntlet grabbed the bright blue blade of the lightsaber with no issue due to how it was made while Vexen muttered quietly enough for Morga to hear, " How pathetic... " Vexen raised his saber up, ready to strike down the Jedi who had locked himself in killing range only to realize that Morga was attempting something. ​

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It would take a moment for Vexen to fully realize what the Jedi was plotting as the ground beneath their feet fractured and crumbled, causing the Sith General to release his grip on Morga's blade as they both plummeted into the darkness of the sewers below. The two would separate in the fall as Vexen did his best to reorient himself using the Force to try and levitate down. A piece of rather hefty rubble would impact his shoulder as he grunted, stumbling forward slightly as the underlying gel layer beneath his armor took the brunt of the force. The Anzati warrior would soon recompose himself as he stood up, searching for Wyatt in the darkness as his voice echoed off the walls. " So this is where you choose to die Jedi? In the dark sewers, waiting to rot away into nothing? A fitting tomb for a rodent like you. " The crimson blade of the Sith's lightsaber would ignite, revealing himself once he spotted the Jedi. " Come...Know and face despair. No more tricks. No more hiding... "​

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In the space above Kintan, the Vice Admiral that commanded Gehenna would observe, stroking his bearded chin as his subordinates reported the situation on the ground. It seemed the Jedi's temporarily erected shield was doing a rather stand-up job of handling their orbital strike. Impressive, but it would not be able to hold forever, especially not once the ground forces had taken the position by force. An officer would call out from his station, " Sir, scanners indicate the enemy have targeted our Interdictors. The Flauros and Vapula have reported incoming missiles. " The Vice Admiral cocked an eyebrow as he seemed quizzical. " Missiles? At this range? They must have gone mad... No matter. Temporarily divert cannons and countermeasures to intercept them. We'll entertain their notion of hope a little while as they exhaust their resources trying to hit us. " The shield boosted Vapula and Flauros would maintain their position, as the cannons of the fleet were instead directed to the missiles being fired from the surface, shooting them down in a hail of lasers with relative ease long before they could even get close, dotting the skies above Kintan with large explosions.​

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Meanwhile, on the surface below, captured civilians continued to get funneled into the Sith held Arena, being offered shelter from the battle, unaware of the dangers that loomed above them all. Patrols of the Ravager Batallion around the arena were sufficient enough to prevent the enemy's forces from taking back the civilians under their watch; they did serve as effective meat shields after all against those who were compassionate. Perhaps not so much for the commanders of the Jedi who instead would drop bombs indiscriminately across the entire city in an attempt to stop their forces. Regardless, it would reveal its true purpose in time. Despite the Jedi's belief that they had the situation under control, they were far from it and the casualties would simply grow as the battle continued.​

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| Engaging | Wyatt Morga ​

| Friendlies | Irveric Tavlar / Kainan Wolfe / Karina Lowe ​

| Enemies | Jessica Med-Beq / Elise / Lanik Dawnstar ​

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[Irveric Tavlar]

Position: New Kalandra Spaceport
Objective: New Kalandra - Assault the Spaceport
Allies: Darth Bellum ; Karina Lowe ; Kainan Wolfe - The Sith Empire
Enemies: Lanik Dawnstar ; Wyatt Morga ; Jessica Med-Beq Spaceport defenders - Jedi Coalition
Equipment:
Sith-Imperial Airborne Armor Mk. III
'Vishnu' Military Shield[Active]
SIF-57s
Claymore II Repulsor Tank
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It was only through the ever pervasive artillery that Tavlar's armored spearhead continued to face punishing resistance on their advance toward the space port. With his force split into three talons the armored vehicles swiftly moved to envelop the landing pads and accompanying structures as punishing thuds of raining artillery barrages sank unto the protecting shield. Time was waning for the token defense force accompanying the refugees as Tavlar sought to close the gap and snuff out the effectiveness of the opposing field artillery, forcing them into a precarious situation where any fire mission would risk the lives of both fleeing civilians and supporting infantry in order to damage the Sith-Imperial armored assault.

With lighter and heavier tanks taking up the forward wedges the 'Cataphract' main battle repulsors kept stationary firing positions. With each vehicle's landing gear fixed to the ground and flanked by anti-aircraft vehicles with accompanying infantry the tanks were able to route the entirety of the power supply between the main turbo-laser and protective shielding. With the continuous sheets of crimson lasers slamming against the protective shield, shrouded by heavy artillery throwing mass driver rounds it would seen be a proper defense no longer.

The arrival of the Eternal Imperials made sure of that ; providing a welcome boost to the assault.

Still invigorated by the pain numbing bacta injections and mind-rushing combat stimulants Tavlar was quick to respond to the allied communications from the auxillary position of his command Claymore repulsor ; taking position among one of the forward keils.

"Copy, Commander. Reinforce the flanking pincers with your armor and direct artillery center unto the shield. They've few defensive positions and a mere militia to defend the evacuation points. Once the shield is gone redirect the artillery to the Fortress and we're closing in on them. Move out." Tavlar sounded out, speaking with his ever characteristic frigid stoicness and concluding his order with a phrase of command to his Eternal Imperial counter-part.

It wouldn't prove all too much longer before the deflector shield would give into the overwhelming fire-power of the combined Sith and Eternal Imperial assault. Once the forces could close the distance ; the opposing commanders couldn't so easily rely upon their artillery without great collateral damage to both the refugees and landing pads meant to receive the evacuation vessels.

Utilizing the heavier vehicles as cover, Tavlar's Sith Troopers advanced pressing crushing firepower down toward the defending militia-men, each section taking up arms with several concussion rifles and heavy blaster cannons among them ; supplementing the mailed fist with potent small arms firepower.

Spoiler: The Spaceport Assault

Left​ 13 -3 'Glaive' Light Repulsor Tank 8 'Cataphract' Main Repulsor Battle Tank 14 -2 Claymore II Repulsor Tank 174 -26 Sith-Imperial Troopers

Center​ 20 -4 'Glaive' Light Repulsor Tank 27 -5 'Cataphract' Main Repulsor Battle Tank 12 -4 Claymore II Repulsor Tank 179 -21 Sith-Imperial Troopers

Right​ 12 -4'Glaive' Light Repulsor Tank 8 'Cataphract' Main Repulsor Battle Tank 14 -2 Claymore II Repulsor Tank 180 -19 Sith-Imperial Troopers

Close Air Support 13 -2 MAAG [Embarked] 16 LAAT/ie

Artillery Batteries 3 WG-211 'Powerhammer' 9 Claymore II - Art. Config 9 Claymore II - AA Config

 

[Jerek Morrows]

Darth Prazutis
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The monstrosity stared down at him, unfeeling. In that regard, they were equals. Emotion surrounded them, permeating the Force as diametrically opposed energies flooded the room, vying for dominance. Darkness against Light, good against evil, but largely the will to destroy against the will to protect. Above all, the young Padawan took Jerek by surprise not when she defied his order, but when she displayed something so few of their peers could claim in modern times.

The Zeltron girl had the heart of a Jedi.

It was not a Master of the Force that resisted the Lord of Death in that moment, but a mere fledgling. It ignited the spark of hope that fanned fast into flame. Jerek saw translucent blue energy flicker and sputter around them, staving off hellfire meant to consume them entirely.

The base all around them teetered and hissed as its foundation shivered and melted from the intense heat. Kyra Perl showed obvious fatigue from the effort, but more, the beginnings of corruption that the dark side of the Force often brought with it. The gold light of his lightsaber blade extinguished.

A Jedi was not a weapon.

She was a youngling in terms of the Force. Her emotions were still untempered, her understanding raw and not hammered into a proper shape. That did not make the metal any less perfect. In the proper hands, her raw material could be shaped into the Aegis it would someday become.

The lingering doubts were abolished as Jerek called deep within himself, to the teachings his master gave him, from his master, for generations. The purpose of a Jedi was not to extinguish the darkness. It was to preserve the light.

His duty now was to restore balance.

The cracks in her protective shield began to fill in with gilded flame. His brow furrowed as he called deep within himself, expelling all fear, all anger, all emotion that sought to afflict his thoughts. Without the Darkness to muddle it, the Light shone brightly.

A gentle haze of cool, shimmering gold spread out from the Shadow. It filled up the area Kyra had shielded, and it washed over all of them. Most notably, the corruption that sought to take hold of the Padawan began to burn away.

Curiously, it felt like a cool spring breeze.

 

[Cara Dorniarn]

Location: Under the fortress waltzing with droids.
Tags: Joycelyn Zambrano Darth Carnifex Tekkio BobertEZ Lirka Ka Taeli Raaf Darth Prazutis

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The Rumblers were carving their ascent. Cavern ceilings having already been compromised the paths were chewed askew, drills heading away from the fortress to the surrounding towers to avoid a possible burial. Soon they would surface, release their troops, then swallow what rubble and walls remained of the fortress. Cara would join them in time, but meanwhile she had other mechanical issues to resolve.

The blasts from the battle droid's cannon painted the bubble of the molecular shield so thick it was difficult to see at times. That, and a web of fractured glass seated squarely within her vision didn't help at all. If it was any other situation she might have retracted the helmet's visor, yet the small holographic map in the top left corner was tracking the Rumbler's progress and she dared not forsake such information. So she pressed on, tanking blasts and lodging fists into clanker chassis. A tone sounded in her helmet and a blinking bar appeared above her HUD. The molecular shield was reaching maximum storage, the energy from the assault cannons having almost filled it.

The blow was sharp, the battle droid charging into sight a second before batting Cara with a blow that'd make any professional athlete whistle. She was hurtled into the grasp of another and thrown to the ground. It raised a heavy foot above her before slamming it down. Gunmetal grey fingers had wrapped around the sole of the droid's foot, mechanical arms pushing upward by the will of a very angry woman. With a violent shove the droid was careened onto stone and Cara extended a hand. The machine convulsed as Cara took no care with how she manipulated it, tearing through its system with reckless abandon. The engineer then set her sight on an early reward.

Cara grinned in wicked fashion as the assault cannon was dismantled from the droid's arm. It was a handful, for certain. Another droid broke past the legionnaire's line and Cara took aim. One of the eight legionnaires chuckled over the comms, commenting they should get new toys as well.

 

[Acaadi]

Objective: Fight monster (singular) ... Don't die?

Allies: Kat Decoria Kyra Perl Jerek Morrows Judah Lesan Jr. Niklasz Tassik

Enemies: Darth Prazutis

He felt the wash of heat across his skin before the sith had even gathered his strength. Another small warning from the Force, they came more frequently now that he had given himself over to its guidance.

His people were a spiritual race, but it had always been an area of Acaadi's life where he had felt a lack of clarity. Acaadi came from a colony on mirialan rather than their homeworld. They had a culture steeped in the Force and the guidance it offered. For Acaadi the Force had always been a real, tangible thing. Not a guiding force but a tool to be used.

Now, in this moment, he finally felt at peace with that aspect of his life. He had stopped shouting at the Force and decided to listen. They were one and the same. The omnipresent field of energy a jedi could call upon and the guiding hand that his people had sought.

He heard and felt Kyra's defiance and knew what had to be done.

Acaadi raised his hand.

The Force moved darkly around the sith, like a shadow. He could sense his power, the air itself thrumming with it. Acaadi narrowed his gaze as the flames burst outwards.

A white field spread out from Kyra white enveloped the other jedi, obscuring the sith from his view. Being the furthest from his allies he knew he was exposed.

The shield summoned started to crack, he raised his hand and a telekinetic wave burst forwards to cut a path into the flames.

The inexorable press of heat singed his skin. He felt the blisters and welts crackle and part from the rest of his flesh along his hand and forearm. He turned his head away from flames to shield himself from its heat.

Suddenly it was cut out as Jerek shored up that protective barrier.

Never having felt so in control of his own self and the Force, he stretched out towards the rubble. Shards broke away from the shattered chunks of duracrete, hissing as they sharpened themselves into spikes. They launched over the flames or straight through, leaving little vortex trails in their wake as they flew for the sith.

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Objective: Assault Fortress Kh’aris from beneath.
Location: Fenn’s Cavern.
Tags: Cara Dorniarn Darth Carnifex BobertEZ Darth Prazutis Taeli Raaf Tekkio Lirka Ka | Kiff Brayde Kyra Perl Jerek Morrows Kat Decoria Acaadi Valkren Calderon

Spoiler

Troops: Varanin Legion.
Burrowers:Rupturer, Festerer,Blighter, Rumbler.
Fighters: Ravagers, Natasizi-tatek, Poisoners.
Equipment: Imperator’s Raiment, Zaudraka, SIF-7 Minos, Grenades.

“-We’ve begun to set charges in the rest of the fortress.”

Good. They had discussed two ways in which victory could be achieved over the fortress. Either it would be captured and used against the Kintan defence forces, or it would be destroyed in the battle and leave place for a new, stronger defensive structure of true imperial design. It appeared the Force had lead them to the latter option.

“Dornian, the ground forces are setting charges to dismantle the remainder of the fortress, be advised.”

The Rumblers, lead by Dornian, and updated on the situation above by their peers in the ground forces, fanned out and dug up to flanking positions rather than attempt to break into the fortress itself. Some of the sithspawn followed as well; Festerers expanded on tunnels to allow the larger Natasizi-tatek to follow. Ravagers reinforced the Rupturers, Festerers, and Blighters that already engaged the Kintan forces, the Rangers, and their newly activated robotic allies.

Joycelyn reached up to her shoulders and unclipped the black and red cape that flared behind her. The armourweave detached and was then draped over the dead legionnaire. She gripped Zaudraka in both hands and held it up in front of her. She felt the reverberations of the dark waves above, and of the rage of her father and uncle. Blue fire trickled down the blade, rolled out of the joints of her armour and licked along the black plates. She closed her eyes and listened to the sword.

Destroy

-It roared. The darkness encased her mind as she turned back to their metallic foes and leaned the burning blade on her shoulder. Her pace quickened, the rattle of her armour became the incessant charge of a battering ram as Darth Vornskr the Second, fuelled by rage and hate, crashed into her foes and carved a swath.

She could no longer distinguish between flesh and metal. She could barely even distinguish between friend and foe. Her rage resonated with the sithspawn as well, which attacked with increased fervor and ferocity. Her legionnaires rushed to follow and keep the gash open, and they did so cautiously, knowing the state of mind their princess was in.

 

[Darth Voyance]

POST 8

Location: New Kalandra Streets
Objectives: Padawanapping
Allies: Sith in Vicinity
Enemies: Lanik Dawnstar
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“No one’s hiding.” said the Jedi, proudly displaying his saber and his will.

A smirk and stare is how Darth Voyance replied. The smirk was soft and light, not cynical in its sudden manifestation nor done so in a threat. It was pure enjoyment at the defiance. Voyance nodded as she took a few steps forward. She took in a deep breath and held it in. The pressure of the breath sucked in the darkside. She held it in. Tormented its writhing will to be free into an energy within her, melding it to her mind’s control. Then she spat it out and she did the Force exhaled from her and blew out the small smoldering fires around her, like candles caught in a gale. The flames died and left only slithering smoke.

“Good,” she said.

Voyance took a lunging step forward and launched herself in a rapid spiraling horizontal surge. As she performed the acrobatic charge, she leveled her double-sided lightsaber hilt by her chest with the blades stuck out either side. She became a whirling crimson saw, with the darkside behind every turn. The spinning saw maneuver closed the distance in an instant. Her spinning strikes pounding against his saber, while spitting plasma flakes. With the last turn she broke from the spun and landed right against him, her blade locked against his.

She leaned in and pressed her gaze against his. The darkside bled around her and began to choke the Force that passed through both of them. The padawan was a bright candle, small, yet powerful. It seemed she had come across a few interesting Jedi during this battle. The teleporting one would prove to be a worry in the future, but, the one before her had great potential in him. Voyance began to wonder what this potential was. He's power in the light was strong. It was a beacon to those it served. Voyance looked past him at the civilians and Silver Jedi operating. Then her look returned to the padawan. 'I see.', she thought to herself.

“You cannot save them,” Voyance whispered.

“Why make them suffer? To put them in the line of my master’s wrath, when his wrath is solely for those who defy us?”

“Why, little Jedi?”

 

[Lanik Dawnstar]

Location: New Kalandra
Allies: Wyatt Morga | Elise | Ryv
Enemies: Darth Voyance
Equipment: Jedi Armor | Aspis Shield | Lightsaber
Ambiance

As the Sith approached a few steps, Lanik found himself unwillingly retreating the same number. His body moved on its own. Much like a wild beast sensing danger and fleeing in its presence, Lanik’s physical form sought to do the same. It was only through sheer will that the Jedi managed to halt himself and stand his ground. The air around them chilling as the dark was drawn in even more. The power of the void itself seemingly harnessed into the Lord that stood before the lone padawan. The words of Wyatt coming to Lanik’s mind. 'Don’t be a hero.' Those had been the words spoken to Lanik when Master Morga sent him off to aid the civilians in their escape.

Raising his saber further, its glow bathing him, Lanik felt the energy expelled and like a cloak darkness fell upon the area surrounding him and the Sith as the flames were extinguished. The gust the twi’lek released enough to cause Lanik’s planted feet to slide across the duracrete, his hair blowing back in the gale. A show of strength? A fear tactic? Or perhaps it was just the Sith’s way of just ridding the field of any hazards. Whatever the reason it had been effective.

Lanik sought to make the first attack but with a preternatural speed, the twi’lek was already upon him. She was a whirlwind, the padawan’s eyes losing track of her. It was only by the will and grace of the force that Lanik wasn’t cut in half in an instant. Each strike of their sabers clashing aged the padawan by a year. Stripped him of precious energy that he already had so little to spare. His elbows and shoulders ached from the force of the blows striking his saber. Each strike resounded with a mighty thunder roar. It took Lanik’s entire being to align the blade to block the following blows.

Crimson and Cobalt blades met once more. Sparks danced between the Jedi and Sith as they stared past their blades at one another. The words of the Sith lady struck with the force of a thermal detonator. They burned to the Jedi’s core. They sought to strip him of hope, and in a way they almost did. Master Morga’s own words joining them. 'Don’t be a hero.'

What did it mean to be a hero? To achieve glory on a field? To have one’s name etched upon the annals of history? A Jedi did not seek these things. A Jedi did not need to be a hero. “I do this for peace, for serenity, to give them the choice. A choice which your empire strips from them. I fight for their freedom, not the false salvation you Sith preach.”

Lanik knew what he was fighting for. If death was to take him on this day it would be while he did what he had been raised to believe in. The blade of cobalt shifted letting the crimson slide down it and off to the right before rising up to cleave through the center of the hilt and up towards the Sith’s chest.

 

[Eversor]

Post #1

Location: New Kalandra Streets
Objective: Display Loyalty
Allies: TSE
Enemies: The Heretical

Eyes not of the flesh peered outward into the waking mayhem, a fragmented existence confined to the mere limitations of younger bones and less than refined potential. Darth Eversor existed no more as a physical entity, but as dregs borne from the very corpse of the late Sith Knight. Silas, the young man stalking the streets of New Kalandra, was more than acceptable as a host due to his genetic makeup matching Darth Eversor's previous flesh. This boy was a pawn, a tool - a mold to fill.

Deep, hissing crimson erratically warped and shifted within the right gauntlet of Silas, an elaborately designed hilt rusted by age and exposure now flecked with dried blood. Silas' eyes came alive with a faint yellow glow, weakly piercing through the dark of his helmet's visor as he scanned the streets for more lives to snuff out. The mind of Silas was a detestable thing - uneven and ill-educated, unstable in his foundation as a Sith and as a man. His anger was wild but untamed, his devotion fierce but wavering in the favor of power for power sake. He had much to learn.

Boots thudded against the ground, each footfall bringing with it a moment of triumph for those deserving of rule and authority. The Jedi were a nuisance, and a joke much older than Silas himself, but even now there was little humor to be mustered. "...The weak suffer what they must..."

"Hm?"

The young acolyte stopped in his tracks and looked over his left shoulder, only to be met with the spectacle of bodies carved to pieces by his own crimson blade. Padawans, civilians, all of them were relative in this circumstance. Although somewhat confused, Silas continued. Unaware that he had just experienced one of the memories of the late Darth Eversor during a time when he himself challenged the Emperor of the Sith Empire, albeit an utter failure.

Nothing but silence now, a silence that would agitate Silas.

"I know there are more of you... I recommend you stop hiding..." A modulated voice hissed with electrical dissonance out into the open. Silas' twirled the hilt of his blade, sensing the life force of a small group from below. "Ah... I can feel you..."

 

[Vandra Zambrano]

Alies: Darth Prazutis Darth Carnifex Fiolette Raaf Taeli Raaf Kaalia Pavanos Lirka Ka Tekkio Cara Dorniarn Joycelyn Zambrano

Enemies: Kyra Perl Kat Decoria Acaadi Jerek Morrows Niklasz Tassik Kiff Brayde Beltran Rarr Valkren Calderon

The collapsing of the whole fortress upon her was of no surprise as eventually this would come to reality, for a moment she laid silent under the rubble but the burning rage within her lit like a inferno as she summoned that primal rage and fury to blast the rubble away from her as she stood up she already felt the primal rage and power of Prazutis and out of instinct when she saw the Azure flames erupt from him and strike forth upon the padawans shield and spread outward she leaped to the side enough so that she was out of the way of the inferno the dark lord unleashed.

She rarely saw him use his powers but they where always a terrifying sight to behold and the raw darkside energy of it all filled her veins like a never ending nexus of pure evil that she could latch onto while it was doubtful he would need her help in breaking the padawans filmsy shield she couldn't help but send a few shots in herself as she out stretched her hand and a blast of lightning surged forth from it and struck forth upon the shield battering it with constant barrages of lightning, Her playful demeanor was no more and a more serious and rage filled personality took its place. One that would see to it that the jedi before her are ripped to shreds in the most painful way imaginable over and over again till they are nothing more then broken shells of what they once where and she will gladly do the honors.

 

[Wyatt Morga]

Location: New Kalandra, In the streets sewers.
Allies: Elise
Enemies: Darth Bellum

Wyatt could offer Elise no more than a passing glance as the ground crumbled beneath him, and the Sith that had locked onto his blade were sent tumbling into the darkness. He could yet feel her reach out however, and in the moments that Kor strode heavy through the water, Wyatt breathed a sigh of relief - even if that breath was harsh and toxic from the gray water.​

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“Elise, the Sith’s noose is getting tighter. We need to evacuate the citizens… Soon.”, he offered through that telepathic link.​

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Kor noticed Wyatt however, perhaps even because of his telepathic outreach, and Wyatt’s moment of break was lost in the booming vocabulation of the Sith Lord. He couldn’t help but smile -​

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“Is that from a script?”, he asked as his own blade ignited, showering the tunnel is a harsh dichotomy of red and blue.​

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“I ask, because I think every Sith I’ve ever had the displeasure of talking to said just about the same.”, Wyatt said with a coy smile, his blade jerking upwards as he rushed forward.​

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His blade was blocked, which was to be expected - Kor had already proven himself a well versed duelist; added only by the fact that he wore nigh impenetrable armor. Wyatt wasn’t exactly at odds to win - but it wasn’t winning that was his goal anymore; just buying time. For Elise, for the civilians; their lives driving him onwards.​

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We must hurry, Elise; his voice carried through the Force to her.​

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“Almost Verbatim, now I think about it. With all those creds, you ever consider hiring a new ghost writer?”, Wyatt said as he grunted to push the blade lock away - bringing his blade back around as a midsection cut across the center of Kor’s stomach. The armor would no doubt stop it, but what was a little harassment if not to prove a point.​

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Whether it hit or not, Wyatt took a moment to calculate his next move - and before he knew it, he had it in mind. A pouriette around his head, the Force suddenly bringing up a torrent of water to give even the slightest moment of distraction to the Sith General, and his blade swung for the groin - one of the various soft spots of the armor.​

 

[Darth Bellum]

K O R _ V E X E N

| Location | New Kalandra, Kintan​

| Objective | ...​

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Their blades would clash as the sound of saber colliding with saber echoed through the sewers, flashes of blue and red dancing against the walls. He simply let the Jedi rant on with his impudent tone, simply continuing to advance on the Jedi to keep him on the offensive in the tight quarters of the sewers. As their blades clashed Vexen merely spoke once the Jedi had finished his banter, " I only speak the truth - your actions are highly...Illogical. I will entertain your belief that fighting me will buy your pathetic allies time to save the citizens, but it will all be in vain Jedi... "​

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It was a guess, but an educated one that the only purpose of this fight was to stall the Anzati from continuing on a slaughter that would thin out the Silver Jedi Force's attempts to evacuate civilians. It worked - Morga had indeed pulled Vexen from his initial objective. He was indeed buying the time he was aiming for, but only because Vexen found himself amused by a Jedi who had actually proven himself to be selfless for a change. The Silver Jedi had a tendency to make for poor opponents as their objectives and vision were so narrow on the task at hand rather than the greater picture.​

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Vexen took half a step back as Morga's blade swung for his midsection, the tip of the blade skittering across the armor plating as sparks flashed before Vexen stepped back forward once the blade was clear as he moved in on Morga. As the Jedi spun around and used the Force to raise a veil of water as a distraction. Vexen's saber would swing through the torrent as the super hot blade created a wall of steam, swatting away the saber coming for little Vexen Jr, his blade turning as he manipulated Morga's blade away from his groin. - The Jedi certainly had done an excellent job of sizing up Vexen's armor to identify the weak points, but this also narrowed down the potential targets that he could aim for.​

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Vexen continued to maintain an offensive against Morga, though not overwhelming to the point of attempting to end the duel. He seemed interested now, and couldn't help but feel the Jedi was not functioning at full capacity; only giving Vexen a mere sample of what they might be capable of. It was something Vexen wanted to enjoy as he fought and toyed with the Jedi.​

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| Wyatt Morga | Elise |​

 

[Wyatt Morga]

Location: New Kalandra, In the streets sewers.
Allies: Elise
Enemies: Darth Bellum

The blade was redirected, as unfortunate as that was. There was a thought in the back of Wyatt’s mind that stopping the Sith from breeding would somehow be the long term solution to all this - but he drove it back with a smile as his blade danced across the gap between them. In the tight quarters of the sewers, he was at by far a disadvantage to where he once was -​

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And it didn’t help that Kor’s armor was indeed only able to be struck in certain spots. Wyatt was skilled, but Kor had practiced in that armor, knew that his defense didn’t need to be total like Wyatt’s, but partial - only to cover the weak points. Wyatt could fight effortless, a Master of the forms - he’d even perfected the art of fighting without thought, which wasn’t the flashiest of masteries -​

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But it was certainly effective. Even if Kor didn’t try and end the duel, he’d notice Wyatt’s exceptional ability to dip, dodge, bob and weave from his strikes - and those he couldn’t were deflected with immaculate form; but that didn’t change the fact that Wyatt was on his back foot. As selfless as it was to distract the Sith General from direct command of his forces, Wyatt wasn’t interested in dying just yet -​

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So he waited until a strike was more direct. His blade switched to a backwards stance almost instantly, and he caught the strike in as perfect a bladelock as he could manage - but it was his free hand that moved with impunity. Like lightning, Wyatt’s free hand rushed through the air with a crack -​

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Contained in it was the Force, knowing that alone it would have been ineffective to try and hammer through Kor’s Force Shield. No, a strike from a distance would have been poor - but to nail the strike directly, against the plate of his stomach, and to send the strike through the impact gel with the Force, it was very well enough to crush internal organs despite the counter measures against it.​

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Whether it hit or not, the energy expended would burn in Wyatt’s hand, and he’d retreat when he could - shaking away the ache that formed from punching Phrik.​

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“Probably not the smartest thing I’ve done this fight…”, he idled as he moved his hand to make sure it worked.​

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He didn’t ordain Kor’s guess with a response - but it was reasonable a sith tactician could know what he did. It was also selfish to play along despite that - not that Wyatt minded, he just had to keep him interested.​

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“Have you considered losing the armor? Makes punching easier.”, Wyatt beamed.​

 

[Darth Athora]

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Objective: Imperial Dominance
Location: Kintan Space
Allies: Sith Empire | Sith Muse Murao Viktor Goetz
Enemies: Silver Jedi | Kiso Cenric Marus Mig Gred


And then it happened. More Jedi sympathizers had come to die in the name of their precious Light. So much Imperial potential being thrown away due to Jedi mind warping. Tragic. This is why the Sith were so zealous in their crusade against the Jedi. They do nothing but spread lies and deceit as they slowly and systematically destroy their so called allies for their own self gain. Kintan was lucky enough to be within the scope of the Empire.

"XO, more Jedi ships have come in from hyperspace."

"The weak travel in packs. Relatively slow packs, but packs nonetheless. Very well. Easier to exterminate rats in masses. Keep up fire on the main fleet with Battlegroup II and Battlegroup I shall engage the reinforcements. Ensure the Helios cannon is ready to fire immediately."

"Sir, We've lost the Longbows. The Veloxes have been nearly destroyed."

"None of it matters. We're on top of the Jedi now and Elidibus is now keeping the Mandalorians occupied. Unleash our full power upon the Jedi."

Denko's fleet was now fully engaged with the Jedi fleet and the full power of the Imperial fleet had been unleashed. The Tormentors turned their guns upon the Alloy Star Defenders that fired upon them. To reinforce the fire from the Tormentors, the Legator II fired it's Tasha IIs on the Alloys in order to disrupt their shields and electrical systems and hopefully make hitting the star defenders much more devastating. The Eradicators begin to engage the Centurions, also backed up by fire from the Legator II. The massive dreadnought had more than enough guns to spread it's fire across the battle. The Mirials were engaged by the Marrs. They focused on one at a time, unleashing their weapons on each on in order to completely destroy one at a time then move onto the next one. In addition to this, the Vigil corvettes unleashed their shield leech weapons on the Mirials, draining their shields to reinforce those of the Vigils. A very unconventional, exotic weapon, but very effective when gone unnoticed. The rest of the Vigil corvettes weapons were focused on gunning down the Mirials from beneath them. The Legator II continued to fire upon the original Jedi fleet, unleashing volleys of fire upon the Tatsuta, Nagano, and Kuma.

"I have eyes on the bombers and their escort. Engaging them now."

Zahori unleashed her fighter's cannons on the Mandalorian bombers that were attempting to launch a suicide mission in attacking her dreadnought. Such small numbers and with barely an escort. The rebels were growing more ignorant by the day. The commandos quickly followed after the bombers while Zahori hunted after their fighter escort. He was fast. Almost unbelievably so. The Pellucid Crown, thankfully, kept her from being so easily shook. She followed behind the escort fighter, firing upon him when she was able to get a lock. Several torpedos left her fighter, all flying for the escort. She refused to allow him a chance to breathe or escape this battle.


Fleet Composition

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Battlegroup I

Legator II-class Dreadnought 70 | 100
Tormentor-class Star Destroyer 75 | 100
Tormentor-class Star Destroyer 75 | 100
Longbow-class Cruiser 0 | 0
Longbow-class Cruiser 0 | 0
Eradicator-class Cruiser 95 | 100
Eradicator-class Cruiser 95 | 100


Battlegroup II

Mar II-class Star Destroyer 90 | 100
Mar II-class Star Destroyer 90 | 100
Velox-class Frigate 0 | 10
Velox-class Frigate 0 | 10
Velox-class Frigate 0 | 10
Vigil II-class Corvette 100 | 100
Vigil II-class Corvette 100 | 100
Vigil II-class Corvette 100 | 100

46x Dominance-class Sith-Imperial Strike Fighter squadrons
12x Tuk'ata-class Sith-Imperial Interceptor squadrons
6x Jugoran-class Sith-Imperial Bomber squadrons
7x Chariot-class Missile Boat squadrons
Total meterage: 19,692m

Order of Actions

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• Legator II continues firing heavy guns on the Tatsuta, Kuma, and Nagato.
• Legator II's Tasha II plasma cannons fire on the Alloy Star Defenders
• Tormentors attack Alloy Star Defenders
• Eradicators attack Centurions, supported by Legator II turbolasers and ion cannons
• Marr Destroyers engage the Mirials, aided by the Vigil IIs using their shield leech weapons to drain their shields
• Shadow Fist commandos engage Mandalorian bombers attacking Legator II. Zahori engages their fighter escort.

 

[Karina Lowe Legacy]

Sergeant Karina Lowe
Location: New Kalandra North City

Objective: Escort the prisoners to the Kintan Arena

Enemies: Silver Jedi Order | Elise | Reggie Faayare | Wyatt Morga | Nick Dragovalor

Allies: The Sith Empire | Darth Voyance | Irveric Tavlar | Aerarii Tithe | Darth Bellum | LT-137 | Hailyn

Interacting: Elise | Aerarii Tithe

Equipment: Autokrator Assault Blaster Rifle | SIF-57s Charric Pistol | Thermal Detonators | Commlink | Scramble Key | Field Slicing Kit | Legion Service Dagger

The Jedi acquiesced and held her hands up, and Karina felt an odd twinge of guilt at her harshness. If the woman had been anyone else, perhaps they could have come to help each other. After all, she was cooperating with the Sith-Imperials, and while their views differed wildly, they both had the security of Kintan and its people in their interests.

But, her crime was a crime of identity. While they were seemingly cooperating now, Karina knew that the Jedi were unredeemable criminals. They were a deceitful and manipulative bunch, and deeply selfish and dangerous individuals to boot. Gazing at the back of the woman's head as they walked, Karina did her best to remember that fact and fought the gnawing instinct to trust her.

The repulsortank slowed to a halt, the hum of its engines reverberating off the walls with the sound of swarming insects. Karina called for the civilian precession to halt, waiting until one of her corporals took her place at the rear before pacing to the tank, where the Treasurer-General had popped out of his metal cocoon. The sergeant thought that he looked a little goofy, but he was obviously out of his comfort zone, and she had to give a bureaucrat like him credit for making it this far into the warzone. He spoke, confirming her suspicions that he was glad to have reached the relative safety of the arena.

Looking up, she replied flatly.

"Yes, sir, or at least mostly in the clear. I'm getting some reports that there are still pockets of resistance nearby, so it would be best if we didn't tarry."

Moving with an official such as the Treasurer-General in tow was making her uncomfortable. She was a soldier, not a guard, and though the circumstances were different here, Karina was still sure that somehow she'd still get stuck with babysitting duty.

Combined with the stresses of carting around a gaggle of civilians and a Jedi, well, Karina was glad that the journey had been short. They were at the Arena now, and soon Karina would be able to dump the civilians for processing, put the Treasurer-General in more capable hands, and move along. Perhaps this particular stunt would even earn her a commendation.

They rounded the final corner and her musings stopped.

All around them, civilians were being herded into the arena. Ragged lines of bedraggled, bleeding, dust-smeared people filed in, helped, or otherwise pushed through the wide doorway. Soldiers shouted and waved, hurrying people inside, the entire crowd being moved inexorably, inevitably, into the confines of the Kintan Arena.

Frowning, she slowed. There obviously wouldn't be room to navigate the repulsortank through this rabble, but that fact hardly bothered her. Something larger was at play here, and not all was as it first appeared. Her gaze flickered across the scene, trying to pick out what it was that was bothering her. There were many, many people, sure, but that was to be expected. So what was it? Karina looked over the soldiers, finally settling on a soldier in an armoured carapace, accentuated with red and white, a crimson visor glowing brightly amongst the throng of civilians shuffling inside.

She sidled back to the Treasury-General, keeping her voice low, and pointing towards the soldier.

"Do you see that? A Dragoon, and over there, a Nightseer. Red Legion. Some of Lord General Vexen's most elite soldiers."

Karina paused, waiting a moment to see if the Treasurer-General was following. Now that she had noticed the Dragoon, she saw several more Red soldiers moving about, herding people inside, making sure none slipped away.

"So why exactly would a complement of highly-trained shocktroopers get tasked with rounding up strays and checking civilian documents? It doesn't make sense."

Her vision swept across the space once again, but she saw nothing amiss, just the lines of people shuffling inside.

"I am beginning to suspect we shouldn't have come here." She murmured.

 

[WelshGuy]

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Objective: Stop Tacitus and his forces
Allies: SJO and allies
Enemies: Kainan Wolfe | TSE and allies
Equipment: Ranger Armour, Bow, Force Resistant Arrows, Explosive Arrows
Forces: 5x Elite Rescue Rangers, 30x Rescue Rangers, 10x Jedi NPCs

Yuroic was expertly blocking and evading the attacks, having a three Lightsabers attacking him coming at different angles. This was a challenge that he hadn't predicted but he knew of this style. Yuroic was an expert in Lightsaber combat, there was little he hadn't learned over the three decades of his training. Twirling his Lightsabers as he pushed the offence on Tacitus for a short bit. His anger fuelled his attacks as he struck fast and hard, however it didn't control him, it didn't grip his heart. Anger was just an emotion that he used as he battled, blocking and parrying to the best of his ability. Using his songsteel arm to block when his blocks are too slow.​

This Sith seemed just as angry as Yuroic was, his voice raised and his actions driven by anger, however a difference was that Yuroic was in control of his emotions, he had balance. Yuroic could use anger and not be consumed by it, if this Sith tried to use his anger against him, there would be a rude awakening. Shaking his head, this Sith was delusional and clearly too far gone in the belief that they were right and everyone else was wrong. It was sad to see, Yuroic had hoped that common sense would prevail that he could show the Sith that this war was not good for either of them. "Being ill, being a child, being an elder. Those are choices? Being vulnerable is not a choice, your people didn't choose to be weak and need help yet you condemn mine for acting in the same way. So yes, you are the hypocrite here, you could be better, you could rise above the hate and show my predecessors that they were wrong to not be there for you."​

It was clear that the Sith didn't want to do what was the best, they just wanted to create destruction and Yuroic wasn't going to stand and let that happen. Not again, not after the destruction they have committed over the years. "The Ancient Eye?" Yuroic knew the name was familiar but he hadn't learn much about them, "I didn't know that they were condemned to genocide, most the Order I know wouldn't leave people to genocide. However, you are ready to commit genocide now, even though you know the pain it causes. Look at yourself, at your actions before you judge me or my people Sith!" He felt the armour take a few grazes as Yuroic moved faster to defend himself from the barrage of attacks.​

"Without mercy? That isn't justice, that is murder! You can stand there righteous and believing what you are doing is fair, but you are murdering people, people who did nothing wrong to you. Kintan people weren't the ones who chose to leave your people to die. The civilians are dying because you want revenge on a small group of the SJO." Yuroic twirled his blades and jabbing at the shoulders and knees at his opponent. "They are being killed because you are making a choice, this isn't my fault, this isn't what I wanted or asked for. This is your choice in murdering innocent people." Yuroic pushed an attack on the Sith.​

 

[Kat Decoria]

Objective: 3 - Save Kyra
Peeps: Kyra Perl Acaadi Jerek Morrows Judah Lesan Jr. Niklasz Tassik + SJO
Baddies: Darth Prazutis Vandra Zambrano + TSE
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Kat had to curse, Kyra wasn't listening to her or any of the others who were telling her that they needed to leave. There was an air of defiance from Kyra that she could take on this Sith Lord. It was ridiculous, even Kat knew that her combat skills were no match for this guy and she was an Echani. She had been trained as a child to fight others and to never give in. However, experience also showed her that there were enemies far beyond your skills. So when Kyra stood up and tried to absorb the energy from the Sith, Kat screamed out in fear of her friend. It was too much, too powerful for Kyra to absorb and use Tutaminis to prevent the others from getting hurt. ​

Rushing over to Kyra, Kat ignored the dangers that were present and ignored the burning pain she felt. The pain in her chest, the fear deep in her heart, that was all that mattered for the moment. Kat pushed her Force energy into Kyra, healing her friend and pushing the darkness out with her Light Side energy. It was taxing on Kat, but she wasn't going to lose her friend, she had saved Asaraa, she was going to save Kyra and there was nothing this Sith scum, nerf herder douche could do to stop Kat. "No. You are a fool Kyra but you are not going to die, you are going to be fine and you are going to continue to do more stupid things!"​

Tears were running down Kat's face as she continued to combat the darkness and the injuries that Kyra had. She was giving everything she had to ensure that her friend stabilised and was safe to move far away from this cursed place.​

 

[Vaulkhar]

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Location: Atop the Rubble
Objective: Stop the Dark Lord by Any Means Necessary
Allies: Silver Jedi Order
Enemies: The Sith Empire - Darth Carnifex
Equipment: Armor | Blade | Left Arm​

"I remember."

Vaulkhar slipped past a downward strike from his father before a second strike came, narrowly parried aside by the smaller warrior. The mention of a future beside his father was the only blow to hit thus far, and boy, did it hit hard. His family had become precious to the former Sith. Leaving behind the empire born of his family's labors was the hardest decision he had ever made. Yet, it was ultimately the right decision. The actions of so many good people who'd lost everything to teach him that lesson were not forgotten. Even staring his father down, dancing precariously between life and death, Vaulkhar held tight to those beliefs. He knew deep down his death at the hands of the Dark Lord was inevitable.

Another swing of the blade was sent his way and it was once again tossed aside. This time, however, Vaulkhar followed through with a strike of his own. The emperor blocked his opponent's thrust with an aggressive backhanded blow that Vaulkhar had to drop down to avoid. The joint attack and defensive maneuver left the lone Jedis struggling to find his footing on the unfaithful rubble. He narrowly jumped back to avoid a powerful double-bladed slam by his father that left where he was standing both bubbling and churning beneath their swift passage. So much of the already ruined terrain showed further wear and tear as they fought across it.

The sudden drop in temperature as his father called on the dark powers at his disposal sent a shiver down Vaulkhar's spine. That sudden chill disappeared entirely as the superheated flame escaped the emperor's body. Vaulkhar steadied himself and raised both hands. While he pinched the two lightsabers between his thumb and pinkies, the other six fingers rose as if to ward off the flame. A barrier within the force rose and parted the azure flames conjured to annihilate him. Unfortunately, those nearby were liquified and dropped dead all around him.

Once more the emperor's bastard son danced back away from him. A thin layer of sweat covered his face from both the exertion and the heat. The sounds and view of the dying weighed heavily on his shoulders. The exiled prince knew he was there not to save everyone, only those who could stand against the might of the Sith.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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Engaging:

• Vaulkhar

Equipment:

• Sith Lightsabers​
• Sith Commander Armor​

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The flames burned brightly around them, a bright azure conflagration that marked their struggle for all around to see. The wall of fire licked the sky, casting a harsh light on the devastation being wrought in the conflict between the Jedi and the Sith. Though the wind could bellow harshly at times, the flames did not yield to its commands and did not spread, fixed in place where the Emperor had breathed his destructive breath to form an enclosed area where neither combatant could retreat or receive help. And the flames did undulate with the Dark Side of the Force, a dark miasma of unyielding hate and rage drawing forth the warmth and vibrancy from the land.​

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"Oh, my former Wrath." intoned the Emperor, "What splendors were to be yours..."​

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Again, the Dark Lord rushed forward to clash with his son. This time, his assaults came in harder, faster, more ferocious as he slipped from Form V to Form VII, his right blade used as the battering ram he intended to beat his son into submission with, while the left was held back in a defensive position. Essentially one-handed, the Emperor lost none of the destructive potency that made him such a fearsome combatant, each of his swings carrying with it the strength of the Dark Side of the Force, his muscles straining to transfer that energy from the swing to impact. ​

 

[Elise]

Location: Outside the Arena

Elise grimaced, halting outside the arch to the arena. She could feel the sith solider lingering behind her. She could feel the woman's confused conflict. Good. There was hope for her after all.

“Elise, the Sith’s noose is getting tighter. We need to evacuate the citizens… Soon.”

"I can't see how, the future's cloudy, the force...." Wasn't showing her a way. For a moment she failed to see it. For a moment her the reality of the situation was too much for her to bare. But a tempering breath cleared her mind from the emotions that assaulted it. The visions of the explosions came to her again, more eminent and pressing than ever before.

"Wyatt," she pleaded, seeking clarity in the chaos, her own feelings blinding her. It couldn't be so- she couldn't have just herded these people their death. Her hand flicked out, grabbing the mother's shoulder before she could step too far away. The boy caught her movement and froze too, knowing her signal when he saw it. He grabbed another, the bodies of the line pushing past the stilled group of civilians.

"So why exactly would a complement of highly-trained shocktroopers get tasked with rounding up strays and checking civilian documents? It doesn't make sense."
Her vision swept across the space once again, but she saw nothing amiss, just the lines of people shuffling inside.
"I am beginning to suspect we shouldn't have come here." She murmured.

Elise turned her gaze to Karina, a spark of desperation tainting her once calm demeanor. "It's too late. We were blind to what would happen, but it doesn't have to be-- Death is coming, let them go." She urged, her hand tightening over the mother's arm as she stifled a distressed cry.

"You do not want to harm these civilians."

We must hurry, Elise; his voice carried through the Force to her.

Blind. Blind. She was blind. How to save them all? She could not see. "There's too many!" She cried back, her composure cracking.