Mission DIRE HOUR [NJO Rescue at The Empire Held Dorin]

[Varos Ignacious Korvan]

Location: COMPNOR BLACKSITE 57 "BARBAROUS"
Time: Approximately fifteen minutes prior to assault
Tags: Nida Perl

"You intend to torture me if I do not comply."

When Nida moved to the chair he slid out for her, Varos’ muscles relaxed slightly. He still remained alert, given the state the base was in. The faint explosions and sounds of combat did not fail to impress upon him the urgency of the situation. His first instinct was to move her to a safer location before commencing with the interrogation, but in truth he did not believe that was the wisest course of action. To take custody of her and attempt to move with her in tow in a combat zone was begging for interception and potentially opening himself up for being overwhelmed and subdued.

This was a secured blacksite, with a garrison and the ability to summon aid if needed. Time was on his side - not the attackers. It was imperative they move quickly to secure their companion before the hammer of the Empire fell upon them, not the other way around. Plus, this cell may well have been designed to keep people within it - but he knew well his odds of fending off attackers was exponentially higher within this very cell as opposed to without. Should more than one assailant attempt to breach the prison cell, they would have to enter single file - permitting Varos to disable Nida with plenty of time to spare to turn and engage whomever tried to enter that door.

Varos was in control, and he knew it. He paced behind Nida, grasping a cup that was set on a table nearby, and turning the water faucet on to fill the glass. He then approached her again - mindful to keep his body between her and the door. It was locked behind him of course, but he was not in the habit of underestimating anyone. He reached to hand her the glass. His tone was milder, but still bespoke authority: “I intend to acquire information. Whether or not you are tortured is entirely up to you.”

The gesture was symbolic but no less clear. Varos was indeed no Sith, and while the two individuals stood as members of increasingly belligerent creeds that were at odds with each other, he had no personal ill will for the woman before him. He would hold the glass in limbo for a few moments before it was quite plain she was not inclined to accept it from him, in which case he would use the force to passively set it down on the table he had taken the cup from.

"I’ve only been made to wear leg and arm shackles when outside of this room. The only restraint I’ve worn continuously is this collar."

Was that... a lie? No... it did not seem to be. There were no obvious restraints on the wall, and she did not bear any fresh impressions on her wrists. Varos had no concrete reason to doubt her words. “Very well then.” He remarked simply.

“Before we begin properly, perhaps it is best we establish the situation as it stands.” He folded his arms loosely, then continued: “Only an idiot would fail to realize that there’s some sort of incursion being done on this facility, which happened to coincide with my arrival. Regardless of what you may think... time is squarely on our side.” His voice was even and calm, projecting a confidence born from legitimacy as opposed to the posturing she may have expected. “The clock started when your friends - or whomever else was foolish enough to attack this station, did so. It’s only a matter of time before we have a whole regiment of troops arrive to secure this facility, and arrest or kill them in short order. Your usefulness... may well decide their fate when that eventuality occurs.”

He held his gaze upon her from behind his visor for several moments before adding: “Or... I could leave you here in silence, devoid of whatever tools or apparatus you were attempting to use to unlock the door, and gather them myself to be displayed before you for a more... visual demonstration of how seriously the Empire takes such aggression.” He fell silent, allowing his words to sink in with the supposed Jedi. He may not have been Sith, but he was not scared to play upon the emotions the Jedi so foolishly attempted to eschew in the name of ‘serenity.’

 

[Veino Garn]

Armor Handcannon Death Stick Powder Stun Gas Grenade Scramble Key Computer Spikes PSG-8487 View Masker Lightsaber Durasteel Ball Bearings
Gideon Saigo

Veino sent a click of acknowledgment through the comms to Yula Perl . He wasn't worried. Nobody had even noticed him yet as he made his way through corridors, trusting his instincts and the View Masker to keep him moving out of the way of anyone approaching from either side.

It wasn't long before he found the blast doors with the security systems that suggested a command center. He studied it, watching for several moments until the door hissed open to reveal additional guards.

He slipped between them and ducked low beneath the door as it closed down behind him again. Veino moved to the side of the room and held himself still, assessing the room.

 

[Nida Perl]

Varos Ignacious Korvan

When he offered her a glass of water, Nida simply stared. Then, she shook her head. Even if she'd been thirsty—and even if the water had come from the sink beside her—she could never rule any tampering out. Even if was most likely a gesture to simply make her more pliable.

Nida remained silent, motionless, but we grossed as the Inquisitor paced before her and laid out the situation at hand. The prison was being attacked—until now she hadn't been sure by who exactly, but he'd confirmed it. Her friends. According to him, they'd be overtaken, arrested and imprisoned like her, or outright killed. Despite being aware that there was always a level of posturing to these situations designed to scare the captive, there were likely kernels of truth. Nida couldn't help but thickly swallow her growing concern.

The fighting grew louder, and several intimately familiar presences—Thirdas, Kyra, Yula—drew closer. At present, their lives burned brightly, but Nida couldn't stomach the thought of those closest to her falling into the Imperial grasp. Her presence here was simply a byproduct of war, protected as she'd been until now by Tulan. If her fiancé or sisters were captured, the Empire would have every reason to act cruelly. Nida closed her eyes, breathed deeply into her stomach, then exhaled slowly through her nose. Though she had confidence in the strength and ingenuity of her loved ones, there was a very real chance that any rescue attempts would not break through. Out of practicality, she had to weigh her options carefully.

"What do you want from me?"

In truth, Nida couldn't imagine that she had a particularly useful knowledge bank. Her own affiliation with the Galactic Alliance was on a heavily monitored trial basis considering her recent release from Sunspot prison—she wasn't privy to any sensitive information, unless the Imperials were interested in how many rolls of gauze were stocked at the Halls of Healing.

 

[Aridius 'TK-1575']

ARIDIUS TK-1575 'CRIMSON'
HEAVY TROOPER

OBJECTIVE: Defend the Comms Tower
INTERACTION: Dominik Borra Alex StormWolf Jasper Kai'el Amiggie Lutih

"There are things in the universe that are simply and purely evil. A warrior does not seek to understand them or compromise with them. He seeks only to obliterate them."
― Timothy Zahn, Star Wars: Thrawn

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-SLAM!- The incoming robotic arm would collide with Crimson's helmet, finding bits and pieces of its metal piecing off like shrapnel. Sparks flying in all directions from the contact of both mattered little to what came next. Crimson quickly went to his war-belt, a hand blissfully withdrawing a Vibro-Knife that spurred to action with an audible hum. Knowing that a point-blank dodge from such a weapon would be meaningless, quickly did the Stormtrooper swipe from right to left; hoping to strike the firearm, and at least cause enough damage to render it useless. For his blaster-pistol was easily knocked away earlier, now it came down to the grit and the profession that was violence to see the day through.

<{ "Your attempts at peace bring violence, only in the Empire will the evil that fronts the Galaxy cease. You're on the wrong side, Solder." }> The voice of Crimson echoed forth from his helmet as they so fought, the Stormtrooper allowing Dominik to hear his voice. <{ "These Jedi are false heralds of morality, only chaos has their crusade of justice brought." }> It was clear that the Stormtrooper was not only well-spoken but also on the Imperial kool-aid. If the swipe was successful, then Crimson continued the melee onslaught. It was clear that he had done this before, been in close combat before. But at the same time, even though the robotic filter eliminated any sign of emotion or recognition from Crimson's voice, Dominik Borra could tell that Crimson repeated those same words to himself. Over and over again. To justify the brutality of what war brings to the Galaxy.

The Stormtrooper didn't have the luxury to question the philosophy of the world or enjoy its beauty. All the worlds in which he had fought were ruptured to glass by ariel bombardment, molded into nothing but shrapnel by AT-TE walkers, and turned red with blood, turned CRIMSON with blood, and the only peace was in the transit of Star Destroyers- or the rare occasions that he was wounded. After a while, one must find solace in what they are doing is right.

As Jasper Kai'el and Alex StormWolf , Force-Wielders drew close to Crimson; they would notice a foreign presence about Crimson, as if something of the Force itself attached to the Stormtrooper. A Witch of Dathomir no doubt. Not only that but the force within the Stormtrooper himself. It was wild, unregulated, and hidden. Going in all directions- shifting from the light to the dark to neutrality once more. One may wonder what would happen if it goes too far in either direction.

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[Aveline Cuiléin]

Tags: Jax Thio Aschwin Vethres Jakkor Kess

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A lot seemed to happen at once. Two stood to oppose her, and then from who knows where, Jax managed to get to her position. It would appear she wouldn't be taking these on by herself, which was a welcome reprieve. But what an entrance... By the Force, Jax. "Nice timing." She made an effort to appear unbothered, and not let any embarrassment, as well as withhold a snicker at the mention of 'clown'... She thought she did a decent job of it.

The oldie taunted her, but something the outlandish-looking one said gave her pause, and kept her from coming up with a smashing comeback. What was that... He was a former Jedi? It raised a lot of questions she didn't think she was likely to have the time to ask, but it gave her some measure of hope. Perhaps he could be reasoned with.

Immediately, Aveline deactivated her lightsaber, although she maintained her grip on the hilt. "I do not wish to kill you either." At least they shared that in common. Both were likely to believe themselves capable of delivering the other into such a state. Only one could be right, but perhaps there was no cause to find out whom.

"And I will leave, eventually." After a brief pause, she followed up with "You're welcome to come with me. I don't know which order you belonged to, but much has changed in recent years. You can tell me why you left, and I can try to convince you to come back. I'm sure you'd be welcomed." she stated calmly.

Aveline had expected to be attacked, and instead found herself trying to make conversation. Jax did not seem have the same luck. She couldn't just stand by and watch him get killed. "But if we're going to get anywhere, I must ask you to tell your companion to stand down." The older gentleman wouldn't stop his attack on his own, and she doubted that the fella in front of her would be able to make him. Once more the blue hum of her lightsaber flared up, showing that she meant what she said and would not stand idly by a moment longer.

It was up to him, but the fight she initially expected was starting to look inevitable.

 

[Aldric Laurent]

The sudden shift in action was so much that Aldric didn't even quite register at first. But a moment later he saw the Jedi struck, and cried out, "Val!" His interest in the comms tower suddenly disappeared, and he reached over to check her, grabbing his gun and firing a few retaliatory shots. Valery was quick to assuage, though skepticism didn't quite leave his face. He looked around for the source of the attack that had struck, but it couldn't be pinpointed with the rest of the chaos going on. After a beat, he grumbled, letting the anger simmer down in favor of a more rational response. He didn't get to be a senior agent by losing his cool.

"…Dammit. Okay," The longer they were stuck up there, the worse it would get. Aldric definitely couldn't allow that. He turned back to the security panel, and a stray nearby shot surged him into overdrive. At last, he reached in and just outright ripped out a web of wires, shocking himself with a few sparks, but downing the dish above.

<Comms are down, folks. Comms are down.> Aldric sent out to the rest through his earpiece, then grabbed his carbine and unloaded a barrage of bolts down in the general direction of the sniper from before, albeit not with any particular accuracy. He then hooked a rappel line to the edge of the platform, and fastened the other end to his waist, "Let's get the hell out of here," He reached out to Valery, his expression grim and clearly not interested in wasting time. Once she was in tow, they could descend the rope and out of the immediate kill zone.

Valery Noble​

 

[Valery Noble]

Outfit | Weapon | Appearance

Outfit | XoXo
Location | Dorin
Tag | Aldric Laurent | DM to join/fight

Despite her assurances and the smile she forced, Aldric was quick to check on her arm and return fire anyway. The sniper was somewhere down in the chaos and likely in a good position, so he was never going to kill the shooter from up here with a pistol. But Aldric knew that. His response wasn't some calculated plan, but a reaction fueled by his desire to protect and lash back out at whoever had gotten her to bleed.

It gave her a strange feeling, as she wasn't used to it at all. With Kahlil, a Jedi, she was used to very good restraint and he rarely lost his cool. But Aldric wasn't a Jedi, so his emotions were far stronger, and while still controlled so he could do his work, she felt he was much quicker to act on them. It... didn't bother her. She just shot him a brief but loving smile and focused on keeping them protected while he turned back and brought down the comms tower by ripping away some of its wirings.

"Let's get the hell out of here,"

"Good idea, we really got their attention now," she said. With comms down, every Imperial would know what was going on up where they were, so there was a sudden surge in blaster fire coming their way. Valery deflected it and quickly reached for his hand, so he could pull her close and wrap his arm around her while they rappeled down together. She kept one arm around him as well and used the other to wield her lightsaber and shield them against the occasional blaster bolt. But within a few seconds, they were down on the ground.

"Let's fight back towards the others, and help them prepare to retreat with Nida," Valery said, her eyes briefly shifting down to her arm. The bleeding had luckily stopped, and while the injury wasn't too bad, it still looked quite nasty. "Thanks..." she said without any real explanation before her smile shifted into a serious look, and she began to move, hopefully with him right beside her.

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[FN-999]

Objective: Secure the prisoner
Allies: Empire | Varos Ignacious Korvan
Enemies: GA | Engaging/Indirectly Engaging: Iris Arani | Kyra Perl | Thirdas Heavenshield | Yula Perl
Other: Tulan Kor

"I suggest you direct that concern inward."

A deeply unpleasant feeling ran through the Baron at the Jedi's words.
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Based on the anxious twitches of the platoon in front of him, FN-999 was not alone. They were all being targeted by a Force mind trick, a ploy to demoralize them and get them to flinch.

"Your mind tricks won't do you any good, Jedi." spat the Baron, retaining his impeccable posture through his best efforts.

Still, it was a bluff, and he knew it. Time and time again, his therapists had warned him of how susceptible his brain was to Force mind control, how all it would take is a simple psychic connection for his brain to give in to an intruder. It took all his strength and willpower to retain his serene appearance, knowing that if he fell, his troops would lose their cool. For their sake, he would have to keep up his sturdy appearance.

Still, the troopers around him were visibly nervous, some of their rifles trembling in their hands. A nearby trooper unconsciously moved his finger towards his rifle's trigger, likely wanting to rid himself of the source of his anxiety.

Just as the Baron was about to lunge towards the trooper, a familiar figure emerged behind the Jedi.

As Tulan Kor walked into the scene, troopers throughout the platoon began to stare, their body expressions suggesting that confusion had replaced their previous fear. The Baron shared their confusion, not knowing why the renowned commando leader would have so casually strolled past the Jedi without either engaging each other. Commander Kor did not appear to be under Jedi mind control either, seeing the equally surprised expressions on their faces.

He could only hope that Commander Kor was using psychological warfare, using shock to buy the platoon precious time.

"This who we wanna be, Baron? The guys who kidnap girls, torture 'em and keep in a cage?" He said, blinking. "They're not the Sith. They ain't always right but this..." He waved his hands around the entire facility.

The first sentence that came out of the commando's mouth flipped his expectations upside down.

Commander Kor continued, going on a tirade about the so-called cruelty of the Empire and comparing perfectly reasonable treatment for a highly dangerous prisoner-of-war to the innumerable atrocities of the Sith. At this slander, the Baron's blood boiled, his long-held loyalty to his regime faulted.

FN-999 would have none of it.

"We are better." rebuked the Baron. "It seems you have forgotten the tenets of the New Order, so I will take this occasion to remind you."

"Do you want to know what makes us different from the Lord of the Sith and his cabal? It is that everything we do is for the greater good. The Sith have always been fueled by sadism and hedonism, slaughtering billions just to satisfy their cultist rituals or amplify their terrible sorcery. They are explicitly in the camp of evil."

"By contrast, the Empire seeks only to unite the galaxy under the stability of the New Order. When we kill, our targets are not civilians and cities, but armed rebels and their sympathizers in their hiding places. Ultimately, some civilians may die, and some cities may burn. But that is the inevitable nature of war. Just as it is inevitable that we will make the most of our victories. When we capture valuable foes, it is only natural that we lock them up and extract everything we can."

At this point, FN-999's initial rage and indignation had died down, and he had begun to realize that the pair were keeping the Jedi distracted. It would probably be helpful to keep talking, buying the Imperials as much time as possible.

"Don't you go changing the narrative, labeling our prisoner as a mere 'girl', a damsel in distress. It took the sacrifice many brave troopers to pin down this formidable Jedi warrior and capture her alive, granting us the rare opportunity to interrogate a Jedi in the safety of our own space. To give in here would be to disrespect all the troopers who made capturing her possible.

At the same time, the Baron was beginning to realize the importance of tempering his words. If he made a traitor out of Commander Kor, the already uneven confrontation would reach a tipping point, dooming the platoon to annihilation. On the other hand, reversing the commando's misplaced dissatisfaction would give FN-999 a valuable ally, potentially evening the odds of the fight ahead of both of them.

"Killing, torture, kidnapping - these are all natural byproducts of war. I have fought for or against every nation that has existed in the past twenty years, and this sh*t is the same everywhere, no matter how high-strung the principles are. Any soldier worth their salt knows this. Every single volunteer in the GADF entered the service understanding that they would be expected to defend their state at all costs, even their own life. Every single GADF soldier knows that if they are captured by the enemy, their information will be valued and sought in the interrogation chamber. In this blacksite alone, hundreds of other high-profile prisoners lie in their cells, their value for ransom or intelligence incalculable. Why should we treat this one Jedi any differently?"

"So let me say this, Commander Kor. The galaxy has no place for idealism, no place for pretty little ceasefires where everyone leaves happy and loving each other. The best way to ensure as few people as possible die today is by joining forces with me and my veteran troops. Together, we can hold off the Jedi for long enough for reinforcements to arrive, imprisoning these murderers with their friend."

"Will you remain stuck in your idealism, or will you reaffirm your allegiance to the tried-and-true principles of the New Order?"

 

[Thirdas Heavenshield]

Friendlies: Yula Perl Kyra Perl Tulan Kor Iris Arani | GA
Hostiles: FN-999 Varos Ignacious Korvan | Empire

It seemed inevitable. The nervous glances shared among the Imp Stormtroopers indicated twitchy trigger fingers. Any one of them could be the first to open fire, and hell would follow. While standing there, statuesque in full view of his enemies, Thirdas surveyed the room; where there was cover to be found, where Imp reinforcements might show up, and which way to Nida's cell. Truth be told he didn't pay much heed to the words of the Imperial Officer speaking his counter-demands, letting Yula give voice to their obvious rejection of the Baron's offer.

Muscles flexed and his stance shifted ever-so-slightly in preparation for the inevitable clash when all of a sudden there appeared someone on the scene he didn't think he'd ever see again. It so completely took him off-guard that he lowered his axe, eyes wide as they beheld his former brother-in-arms.

"Gunny..." he uttered in disbelief at seeing his old commander speak on their behalf. He'd never heard the man express himself with such heartfelt emotion. Back in the days of Dorn Company, he was ever the stoic brick wall; the professional sent to do a job and do it well.

"Good to see you, mate."

A smile pulled at his lips only to vanish the moment Tulan addressed the Imp Commander again. Perhaps the sight of someone within their own ranks rebelling against what they were tasked with doing within these walls could sway the Stormtroopers to stand down.

The Baron would have none of it.

"Do you want to know what makes us different from the Lord of the Sith and his cabal? It is that everything we do is for the greater good. The Sith have always been fueled by sadism and hedonism, slaughtering billions just to satisfy their cultist rituals or amplify their terrible sorcery. They are explicitly in the camp of evil."

"By contrast, the Empire seeks only to unite the galaxy under the stability of the New Order. When we kill, our targets are not civilians and cities, but armed rebels and their sympathizers in their hiding places. Ultimately, some civilians may die, and some cities may burn. But that is the inevitable nature of war. Just as it is inevitable that we will make the most of our victories. When we capture valuable foes, it is only natural that we lock them up and extract everything we can."

"That's a load of poodoo," said the Colonel, stepping forward to take a stand beside Tulan and causing the already unnerved platoon to all point their blasters at him. "The greater good are just words used by the ruthless to justify their methods when under criticism. Every galactic power under every sun uses them, good or bad, and it's just as unconvincing every time. Bringing order to the galaxy? By killing millions, if not billions? What a joke."

In frustration he swung his axe downwards, embedding the blade in the floor and leaving it there for the time being.

"You mean, bring your order to the galaxy. Same as every empire, republic, or alliance out there. I'm no politician, but rather than rise up and add to the body count to achieve this noble goal, which in turn only serves to descend the galaxy into further chaos, how about you lot sit down and achieve it together? That's a greater good worth sacrificing for, only instead of innocent lives, it's your pride and arrogance. Gods forbid someone other than you get to claim the credit."

His head turned to share a look with Tulan, giving him the heads-up that regardless of where his old friend's loyalties now lie, things were about to pop off.

"Fuck this," he snarled while wrapping his fingers around the axe handle and giving a sharp tug, causing the metallic floor to screech in protest. Just as he moved to retrieve his axe with his right, knowing it would draw the attention of his enemy, his left reached behind his back to fish out a flash grenade. He made sure Tulan and the Perls were alerted of his intentions.

"Fuck you," he stared down the Baron with abject resentment. An underhanded toss from behind his back sent the flashbang to land in the middle of the Imp formation where it would do the most harm. The next moment the room was lit up with the intensity of a sun, blinding anyone without the ability or forewarning to shield their eyes.

Chaos ensued.

 

[Rys Harand]

FN-999 Varos Ignacious Korvan Thirdas Heavenshield Yula Perl Kyra Perl Tulan Kor Iris Arani​

Beneath the plastoid, Rys shifted uncomfortably in formation while the Baron and the Jedi interlopers traded words. It was far from his place to comment from such a lowly position, even as a few choice words flooded to mind. The disdain for these Force-wielders elevated upon their arrival, even more so to come face to face with them in some sense of the word. Entire wards of prisoners filled the blocks of these blacksites and yet now as a Jedi fell victim to the same treatment, a taskforce was deployed to initiate a breakout. For all of a brief, disobedient second, Rys wondered should the same treatment befall their standard soldiers.

Likely not, the man noted as some scarred Jedi of sorts boasted of quaint moralism.

But so soon came the clatter of the flashbang, harmless in the face of the anti-polarising visor and embedded sound dampeners.

He only raised his blaster rifle and fired in turn.

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[Aaran Tafo]

"How can you ever expect her to grow if you shield her?"

"Oh. You're one of those types." Aaran huffed, a note of amusement entering his voice. A borderline Sith who seemed to think that throwing oneself into conflict was somehow good for them. Ignoring the risk of things like crippling injuries or death. This simply wasn't that important of a fight. There was no deep emotional hurdle for Daisy to overcome. No great fear for her to conquer. Sand here wasn't her evil twin sister, long lost father or something else convoluted or dramatic. He was just some guy who wanted to pick a fight with someone far below their level..

They were a dime a dozen in this Galaxy. Sith, Imperials, Mandalorians, The Maw. It wasn't hard to find people who wanted to fight for the sake of fighting. The Alliance and Jedi had fought with all of them and were still standing strong.

Had Sars been some rookie Imperial Knight or Sith Apprentice, Aaran might have taken on a more passive role, allowing his Padawan to take the lead.. But against someone so experienced? Not only would doing nothing be incredibly irresponsible, it was also needlessly cruel.


To think that strength could only be gained from following only one path was arrogance. To think seeking strength for its own sake was a worthy goal was foolishness.

As the assailant moved, Aaran moved in tune, not focusing on the fight consciously, simply allowing himself to act on instinct, giving himself over to the Force. He wasn't overly concerned about the ease in which they avoided the onslaught of metal. If they couldn't deal with something like that, then this would be a rather short fight.

If they were obsessed with strength, it only made sense they could put their money where their mouth was. Otherwise they just risked looking rather foolish

Thankfully, Aaran was hardly some fresh faced Padawan. He’d been fighting his whole life, crossing blades with some of the worst figures the Galaxy had to offer. Sars was good, but Aaran had faced better, stronger and faster opponents. Those who threw out grander displays of power with more ease than him, those possessed strength that was inhuman. And yet, here he was.

But the key difference with Sars philosophy was that Aaran had a reason to fight, a reason to survive those conflicts.

There was no point to this fight, so he somehow doubted his Padawan would find some grand personal epiphany that would bolster her resolve in battles to come. Instead it was just some psycho looking to feel better about themselves by fighting someone way weaker than themselves.

The jab was fast, but Aaaran was faster. He never had to rely on his eyes to transmit information to his brain, there was no microsecond of a delay from his brain seeing something and then sending the commands to his muscles to respond. There was no thought, no consideration, no contemplation of his next move.

There was only action.

The jab was intercepted, curled fist meeting a flatted palm, the impact not connecting with a resounding crack and the shattering of bone like Sars might have been expecting. The energy was simply taken and absorbed. Tutaminis once again proving itself to be a discipline that Aaran would swear up and done as one of the most useful applications of the Force in existence.

His palm would then quickly curl into an iron grip around the fist. A savage, twisting arm lock forming as he would attempt to grip and twist Sars’ hand into a disadvantageous position. All that previous energy was redirected. The sledgehammer force now shifted to that of a chisel, moving out from Aaran’s hand and aimed at shattering the very delicate bones in Sars’ own wrist.

“What my Padawan can deal with is for her to decide and me to advise. Not you.”

Ichika Masudo Sars Sarad

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: Dorin
Equipment: Badass Attire, x5 Thermal Dentantor, DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol, DG-41 "Inferos" Class Disruptor Shotgun, Ancient Vibroknife, Flamethrower wrist, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Promise Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Aveline Cuiléin , Aschwin Vethres, Jakkor Kess

"I wanted to be a clown," Jax said shaking his head. "But I got my application rejected in clown school. Even clowns think I'm scum." For the first time in what felt like a long time, Jax was in good spirits. Aveline was with him again fighting against a great threat. The Jedi lowered his rifle while Aveline began to negotiate with the two Imperial Knights. He couldn't help but smile at Aveline trying to defuse the situation with her words rather than her Lightsaber.

"I remember the time when she would just charge in without thought," Jax thought. "I kept trying to her to always show compassion to her foes even if you know that they will reject you. Aveline, you have matured over the years. I just wished I was there to witness your growth as a Jedi."

"The lady is right," Jax added. "Let's just talk like civilized pe-"

The old man didn't even listen to Jax as he tried to slice him with a flurry of Makashi style cut and thrust. Jax immediately threw up his arm that had the flamethrower wrist unleashing a torrent of a flame to the old man. "I guess negotiations are off the table huh?!" Jax muttered attempting to burn the Imperial Knight.

 

[Aschwin Vethres]

Spoiler: Equipment

Addlehorn Armor
Curved Lightsaber
Light Shield

It would seem that Jax Thio was more agile than Aschwin expected as the man avoided his makashi strikes without much difficulty. He could see the blue lightsaber glow from Aveline Cuiléin from the corner of his eye and expected her to strike him in the back. That fool Jakkor Kess was just standing there and attempting to enter negotiations. The Alliance was assaulting their facility and it was their duty as Members of the Order of the Imperial Knights to protect the empire and its citizens from harm. To ignore such a duty was a clear violation of oath and cause for executions.

"There will be no peace"

Aschwin said in a firm voice as he paused his strike attempt when flames came towards him from a wrist mounted flamethrower. Raising his shield hand as the force gathered around him and used force deflection to angle the flames away from himself towards Aveline Cuiléin . Although this effort did cause him to slide back some due to flamethrowers being particularly difficult to defend against. Using your enemies attack against their allies was considered a smart move in his playbook.

He threw a force push at the man and moved forward to engage once again with his curved lightsaber.

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[Dominik Borra]

Dorin
Tags: Jasper Kai'el , Alex StormWolf , Aridius 'TK-1575'
Gear: Ebony, Heavy Blaster, MagRifle, Armor, Robotic Arm, Eye,
Current Objective: Secure Area Around Comms Tower

Can You Hear Me
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This trooper was fast. Reflex and training could ascribe most of it, but when you're focused on shooting someone and then the gun gets knocked out of your hand, there's usually a tiny period of rest, of the mind thinking of what to do next. This guy was going for his knife before Dominik even pulled the blaster from its holster. He was either expecting something like that, was already reaching, or... Dominik wasn't sensitive to the Force, but a very large portion of his life was training with and fighting against Force Users. Mostly Jedi, but that was far in the past now. He knew what that precognition looked like in a Force Sensitive, how they react to the next move before its coming. It would explain how he was able to surprise the Jedi he killed earlier. Surprise, actual surprise, was deadly to Force Users.

The knife arced through the air and knocked Dominik's blaster as it fired. A crater the size of the troopers head exploded right above his shoulder as the blaster was knocked away, sparking and damaged. That was Mirrorverse tech, and he'd need to get a friend to look at that to repair it. He cursed, the words coming through his own voice modular. But the trooper pressed his attack. He was on the ground and swiping up, but a knife in close quarters was never good. Dominik took two hits on the Beskar, moving it in the way of the strikes so it arched off, sparks flying before his hand would shoot out to grab the trooper's wrist.

<{ "Your attempts at peace bring violence, only in the Empire will the evil that fronts the Galaxy cease. You're on the wrong side, Solder." }> The voice of Crimson echoed forth from his helmet as they so fought, the Stormtrooper allowing Dominik to hear his voice. <{ "These Jedi are false heralds of morality, only chaos has their crusade of justice brought." }> It was clear that the Stormtrooper was not only well-spoken but also on the Imperial kool-aid

Dominik held the troopers knife arm back, conscious of and watching in case he pulled anything else. "You sound like every Sith I trained with." He said back, slowly shaking his head as he tried to turn the knife towards the trooper. "I was once on your team, years ago. But you are wrong. Read some history of when another Empire ruled the galaxy. Innocents killed, planets burned and taken off the map, children and races exploited for labor." He leaned in closer, pushing his body weight against the trooper's knife arm. "Force Users who use their power for selfish reasons are the evil in this galaxy. It will always pull, always make more of its own and validate itself because it knows it's wrong. No government can stop The Force and those who use it for evil. Not for good."

<Comms are down, folks. Comms are down.> Aldric sent out to the rest through his earpiece,

Time to secure this place for the extraction team, and then to get out. This trooper was skilled, talented, and had a grit that was respectable for Dominik. He also, if Dominik was right about his reactions, was sensitive to The Force. A soldier like him with the Force behind him would be deadly indeed. Jedi and Sith were killable because they fell into common routines and had exploitable reactions. Soldiers wouldn't think like them or act like them if they had the Force. It would be another tool on the belt, and they would find the most efficient and deadly ways to use it. He should probably kill him. But this trooper was uttering a mantra that had been instilled in him. Dominik used to be on the wrong side and was spared, and he got out. Maybe this trooper could too.

Getting his feet under him while keeping pressure on the knife arm, Dominik would leap back, one hand going behind his back to pull out a slender black blade. He kept it in a low guard, tip pointing out towards him while his other hand was free for grabbing. "Your comms are down." Dominik told the trooper incase he didn't already figure it out. "It's only a matter of time before we get the prisoner and leave. You really want to die here on this dust bowl?"

 

[Yula Perl]

Allies | Thirdas Heavenshield Kyra Perl Iris Arani and now introducting Tulan Kor
Enemies | FN-999 Rys Harand

The Baron and his soldiers weren't the only ones confused--Yula's brows furrowed behind her mask, regarding the newcomer warily. The Zeltron sent a shielded glance to Thirdas' as he exchanged familiarities with the interloper. Instead of the cacophony of battle that she'd been prepared to instigate, Tulan's thickly accented words rang through the wide corridor. He plead passionately, a fierce man who'd grown disillusioned with the Empire he'd served, an aspect that seemed to hinge on Nida's capture. Things started to make a little more sense, especially given his acquaintance with Thirdas. Perhaps he knew her sister as well.

The Imperials were not swayed; in fact, the Baron responded by digging his heels deeper into his allegiance to the Empire.

"For feth's sake."

What little patience Yula had was wearing needle thin—this was a time sensitive operation, and the Imperials weren't budging. She muttered to Kyra from the corner of her mouth. "For a bunch of Not Sith, they sure do grandstand like it. Once this starts, slip out and find her. We'll hold them off."

"Fuck this,"

"Finally." She moaned in exasperation. "Something we can agree on." A heavy, visible inhale swelled her chest as Yula drew the Force to her once more. Bewilderment had only been replaced by rising irritation, which pulsed from her as the Colonel tossed a flashbang forward.

"You all talk TOO MUCH!" ​

A shockwave of Force rippled from her mouth like a banshee's shriek, an expression of frustration and intensity that arced towards the troops with intention to scatter them. Kyra was tricky enough to make use of the distraction and skirt her way past, she figured. The communication tower going dark would hopefully buy them a little more time before reinforcements arrived.

Yula surged forward, one of the hydraulic arms protruding from her back aiming to grab Rys Harand by the neck and swing him into a wall.

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

“I live my life my way. I try to do the right thing, but I know there are going to be people who aren't happy with what I do or say no matter what, so I'm not going to worry about it.” - BJ Penn​

The Jedi Code teaches us, in a way, that nothing is forbidden to us. Once, I thought that meant we were free to do as we would. To pursue our ideals, no matter the cost. I understand now. Not a grant of permission. The Code is a warning. Ideals too easily give way to dogma. Dogma becomes fanaticism. No higher power sits in judgment of us. No supreme being watches to punish us for our sins. In the end, only we ourselves can guard against our obsessions. Only we can decide whether the road we walk carries too high a toll. We believe ourselves redeemers, avengers, saviors. We make war on those who oppose us, and they in turn make war on us. We dream of leaving our stamp upon the galaxy... even as we give our lives in a conflict that will be recorded in no history book. All that we do, all that we are, begins and ends with ourselves.

These Imperials, wearing armor and carrying weapons I would never have thought a Stormtrooper would be trying to surround us, to end our lives. They have their orders, they grew up believing in Imperial doctrine, the same as any “knights” that they may have. They are so devoted to their upbringing, to their faith that they do not realize how dangerous that is. It is almost like a “religion”, wars start because of religious beliefs, even the Jedi are guilty of this.

Why can sentients not have ideas? You can change ideas. You can evolve ideas.

Oh well.

My Padawan, of all that I have had, Jand Talo is probably the one I least need worry about to this point of his growth. Sure, I will always watch over him until he is Knighted (though I will even then) but he is already proving to be astute and a fine addition to the Order. Even now with these elite level stormtroopers surrounding him, he is preparing himself in a manner that I would. He still has much to learn, but is well on his way.

Now moving on to these Stormtroopers… troopers who look like they could commit to another “purge” on their own.

One warning. Leave now. This is not about any of you, but we are not leaving without the citizen you have in your custody. Leave and I won’t chase you. Stay and… well…

Cracking his knuckles and neck, Caltin grasped “Conservator”, his long-handle lightsaber and though he would wait, it would not be long as the big man was getting almost overwhelmed by bursts of weapons fire. His Sovereign Gold/Blueish blade almost blurring into the look of a shield.

It was at that moment that he knew their plan. Sure, they were obviously separating Master and Padawan, but they were trying to get to Talo first. At that point time seemed to slow and the Massive Jedi Master reached and currents of electricity slammed into the walls, frying circuitry and turning anything in the vicinity haywire. This was not going to (probably) kill or injure anyone, but it will (hopefully) distract them.

The advancing gunner was the other issue. Without missing a beat, Caltin reached for “her” and attempted to put the trooper in Force Stasis, but somehow it didn’t work? Perhaps it was him? Perhaps it was the armor? It did not matter at the moment as he had his own speed to leap over and behind them. The big man did manage to grab one of them, a big one in their own right, and throw them at others before moving his weapon into a defensive position. There is only one thing Vanagor did not mind having his back to, ironically it was the wall.

Then there was the “all call” about the status of where everyone was

[Attracting as much attention as possible away from you. About to do something stupid too.]

Then his attention went back to the troopers, who were already forming another offensive.

Offer still stands, but the door is closing.

That wasn't the stupid thing.


TAGS

Team Rescue | Yula Perl |Thirdas Heavenshield | Kyra Perl | Aaran Tafo

Padawan | Jand Talo

Engaging | Zorah Fel | Jorus Fel |

Spoiler: Personal effects

"Vanguard" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)
HK-88 Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt
Starship: Spectre, (NC-1000 X-wing (Jedi Variant) in the hangar, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)
Sanctuary Island

 

[Amiggie Lutih]

Nerf Herders are stinky.

Ami should know considering she had an uncle who was Nerf Herder Uncle Gisca. Every time he would visit her family, he would smell of chit. It was if he was rolling in the Nerf pen along with the other Nerfs. Didn't help that Gisca would always greet Ami with a bear like hug which transferred his stink onto Ami. She remembered she needed 3 baths just to get rid of it, fracking flies kept buzzing around trying to rest on her skin. It was why Ami found it rather amusing that this Jedi was falling head over heels to defend them like he was some fracking Holotv superhero. "Hey have you rolled around the Nerf chit?!" Ami yelled pulling her rifle back just before the young Jedi could slice it in half. "Because if you did, you would definitely understand what I mean!"

The young Jedi was left vulnerable to a strike from the butt of Ami's weapon. Ami took a step back and attempted to hit the Jedi's jaw. "Besides!" Ami yelled. "It's not like you guys are heroes! You're fracking trying to release prisoners who committed crimes! Not very heroic of you all!"

Jasper Kai'el , Dominik Borra , Alex StormWolf , Aridius 'TK-1575'

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Dorin
Tags: Amiggie Lutih , Dominik Borra , Alex StormWolf , Aridius 'TK-1575' ​

The trooper had pulled back her rifle. She was fast, but Jasper was prepared to adapt. Was she actually trying to argue why Nerf Herders were bad?

"And?" the padawan frowned. "They're willing to put up with the worst for the prosperity of others. They're more productive 'covered in chit' then you are committing war crimes."

Before long, she was swinging for his jaw.

"It's not like you guys are heroes! You're fracking trying to release prisoners who committed crimes! Not very heroic of you all!"

"Last time I checked, I wasn't fighting for people who build superweapons," Jasper snapped back. "Don't try to test my morality."

When word came through that the comms were down, Jasper knew he needed to end this. As the stormtrooper swung for his jaw, the padawan quickly switched the orientation of his grip. He was cutting off her arm.

 

[Kyra Perl]

Kyra was all too familiar with the ear-shattering pitch of Yula's yell.

She winced and shot forward, her lithe body twisting in the air as a force-aided jump cleared her of the men holding them off. She landed between startled imperials and mouthed two words.

"Good luck."

She pushed against them with the force, their body's acting like anchors as she shot down the hall they had blocked. They were about to have their hands full with that one. Yula was a forced to be reckoned with when pissed. No one could bully her sisters but her.

Kyra breathed a sigh of relief as she took to the halls alone, the chaos of emotions left behind her. She hand coordinates for Nida on the device on her wrist, but the floor plans were lacking. She walked forward with cautious steps, unsure what awaited her around the corner as she turned it.

 

[FN-999]

Objective: Secure the prisoner
Allies: Empire | Rys Harand | Varos Ignacious Korvan
Enemies: GA | Engaging/Indirectly Engaging: Iris Arani | Kyra Perl | Thirdas Heavenshield | Yula Perl
Other: Tulan Kor

Even the Baron's hands twitched as the man slammed his axe into the ground, his fury evident.
​

The Jedi were all the same, preachy to a fault. Because of the privilege that came with their supernatural powers and historic reputation, they saw themselves as the natural dictators of morality, ignorant of how hollow their words were to those who were truly downtrodden. The Jedi too had killed countless billions over their millennia of history, the irony undisguised as they took up arms while publicly professing pacifism.

It was up to FN-999 to kick them in their nuts with reality.

The platoon as a whole was largely unalarmed as the Jedi threw a flash grenade, the anti-polarizing visors of their helmets rendering it little more than a brief light show. Similarly, the other Jedi's undoubtedly Force-enhanced screech was largely muted by noise dampeners within the armor, and the shockwave knocked the heavily armored shock troopers back for barely a second. For the regular troopers, who had positioned themselves with one knee on the ground, they didn't even flinch.

Still, the Baron suspected the Jedi had only used a fraction of their power.

The Baron turned to nod at Commander Kor, giving him a brief warning of what was about to come. He would have to hope for the best, assuming that the commando was still loyal to the Empire, or at the very least not fully turned traitor.

"Open fire."

The regulars in the front immediately unloaded the contents of their rifles on the Jedi, dozens of plasma bolts hurtling straight at the trio. They were shortly followed by the shock troopers, whose miniguns increased the volume of bullets in the air tenfold. Combined, a withering hail of bullets soared towards the Jedi.

An outside observer unfamiliar with either side may have assumed that the Jedi would be massacred within seconds as they stood in a hallway filled with as many bullets as there were molecules of air. However, FN-999 was nothing if not observant, and he suspected that there was still a vast well of power waiting to be released within the Jedi.

It would be best not to stay too close.

"Continue firing while retreating until I say so!" ordered the Baron, his voice just barely reaching above the sounds of gunfire.

With well-refined cohesion, the entire platoon began to backpedal while continuing to fire upon the Jedi, the regulars rising up off their knees to stand while the shocktroopers lead the walk back.

It was while the platoon was preoccupied with its critical multitasking that one of the female Jedi leapt cleanly over the lines, landing in the back before sprinting off.

"Leave her." ordered FN-999, noticing the attention of some of his troopers turning behind them. "I'll warn the Inquisitor."

He had two sets of comms devices: an encrypted radio within his helmet that was capable of local connection to the helmet radios of any other stormtrooper in a five-kilometer radius and a larger encrypted radio for communicating with plainclothes officers or Knights, which had a much longer range but required a nearby comms tower to function.

As the Baron found out when he turned on the latter radio, the nearby comms tower no longer existed.

Sh*t.

"I suppose we'll have to trust that he can handle himself." concluded the Baron, well-aware that he was as pinned down as the rest of his platoon.