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

[Aridius 'TK-1575']

ARIDIUS TK-1575 'CRIMSON'
HEAVY TROOPER

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

"I fight because that is what I was made to do and the Empire is the instrument through which I realize my purpose. The Empire is war made manifest. That is why it is perfect.."
― Darth Malgus

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Pulled the knife back, moving to stab forth at a different angle- moving with an almost relentless violence upon Dominik Borra . This violence was marked with the assumption that the Special Soldier would block his attacks anyway. Each thrust mattered not, only that they would be blocked and Crimson would have to move forward again. Now locked by strength alone, Crimson found the Vibroknife now leaning toward him instead- which marked a continuation of their fateful dialogue, "You speak of times past. This is a new Empire, an Empire where Jedi and Sith are meaningless- acknowledged for the forces of chaos that they are. Only through Order may /true/ freedom come. Imagine a world free of emotion, free of the 'rights' and the 'wrongs' being determined by a Lightsaber rather than the truth." Crimson spoke forward, glancing around to the violence and brutality that were committed around them. Jedi cleaving into Stormtroopers like butter, and Heavy-Blaster fire ripping asunder like fireworks of violence. "Look around us- all of this for a /single/ Jedi Prisoner. How many Galatic Soldiers have entered through this Prison, and how many were /forgotten/? How can the Jedi claim to care, claim morality, when so many countless were forgotten in the name of their blood-soaked crusade."

As space was created, saved by the battle of which took place elsewhere in the Prison. Crimson noticed that all communications were now severed, and so, were they truly alone. Seeing the blade, Crimson noticed none other than the blade- the blade that would severe him with a single swipe. Yet, a voice came in the back of Crimson's mind, guiding him-

─ ·✼· "HE WANTS TO KILL YOU, END YOU, TAKE AWAY ANY CHANCE AT PEACE IN A LIFE OF WAR." ·✼· ─
"I can't let that happen.."
"THAT'S ALL YOU WANT- PEACE. YOU WON'T STAND A CHANCE AGAINST THAT BLADE.."
"The Lightsaber."
"YOUR GIFT. USE IT."
"A gift that I wished to remain hidden."
"DO YOU WANT TO DIE?"
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"Do you not remember of the countless proclaimed 'Republics' that came after the fall of that distant Empire? Those same countless names, who were enslaved for a greater purpose- put to the blaster, to the flame, by Hutts, Pirates, and War Lords. That is what the Jedi brings upon the Galaxy- working in a failed system, in a disguised democracy that cares only for themselves rather than the people they so pretend to protect. Under the Empire, those who were killed pointlessly instead may reach the stars. Slaves may rise to Admirals, the downtrodden risen to Legions of the Stormtrooper. And when the Galaxy see Star Destroyers eclipsing their skies; they will know true Order, they will know true Freedom, they will know their true saviors- they will know the EMPIRE." Crimson's hand would quickly move unto the Lightsaber, feeling the hatred and the rage flow through him. Crimson remembered the poverty of which his family so suffered during his childhood, he remembered when the Star Destroyers of the New Imperial Order came to his planet, and he remembered when they brought food and they brought peace to a planet so filled with crime. Crimson was able to eat something other than Banta-Feed or scrounging for bones. Through the New Imperial Order, TK-1575's family were able to pay off their debts, able to find work, able to eat actual food, able to walk the streets at night without fear of death. That was why Those thoughts resounded his finger to press against the Lightsaber's ignition- sending asunder a green hue that reflected off his now dirtied Stormtrooper armor.

"I will die for a purpose." The Stormtrooper suddenly lunged forward, and swing the Lightsaber from left to right! In this brightest moment, his emotions and his violence were unregulated. The memories of Dathomir, of the countless campaigns that he had served on, flowed through his mind unregulated. The dark side at its finest. Playing to one's emotions, and enhancing them. Rather than what Crimson should do- and that's pull back, regroup with the other Stormtroopers and take leadership; as, the battle was soon to be lost. But something about what Dominik said brought out in Crimson what was so carefully hidden. Maybe he never had a conversation with the people he was ordered to kill.

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[Alex StormWolf]

<Comms are down, folks. Comms are down.>

"Change of plans," Seku said, as she began applying first aid to Alex's wound.

"All that work for nothing," Alex grumbled.

"I wouldn't say that, we kept the Imps busy for awhile," Seku replied.

"Well, what now?"

"What do you say we back up Dominick and Jasper, then get ready to get the hell out of here?"

"Sounds like a plan. Then after that, I think I'm going to need a long visit to a medbay."

"And later?"

"You and I need some serious downtime. Someplace where neither the NJO or SIA can contact us for awhile."

"I might know a place or two that meets that criteria," Seku replied with a grin. "Let's wrap this up and head for home......What the?!..."

Seku grabbed Alex by the right elbow, directing his attention towards the spectacle of a stormtrooper ranting madly about dying for a purpose and swinging a Jedi's lightsaber wildly from left to right as he lunged towards Dominik Borra.

"I feel a disturbance in the Force...centered around that stormtrooper."

"A Force wielding stormtrooper?"

"I'm not sure...it feels more as if...something's attached to him."

"Like a parasite?"

"You might say that. Cover me...."

Fearing for the safety of his allies, Alex ignited both his sabers and Force leaped high into the air, intending to drop on the crazed stormtrooper from above like a thunderbolt out of the blue.

Jasper Kai'el
Dominik Borra
Aridius 'TK-1575'
Amiggiee "Ami" Luith

 

[Jakkor Kess]

Objective: Stop the Jedi Jailbreak
Allies: Aschwin Vethres
Enemies: Jax Thio Aveline Cuiléin

Truth be told Jakkor didn't seek to fight, his past was all about fighting, and he had seen it enough in two lifetimes to know that violence will only destroy. Unlike other Knights, Jakkor wanted to do the right thing over duty, and if that meant offering Jedi a chance to surrender to negotiate he would. He stood in front of a young woman no older than he was during the outbreak of the Clone Wars. Jakkor seemed content to simply talk with the young woman, and she even attempted to persuade him to leave the Knights behind. His hands trembled on his weapons as the thought was tempting to pass. Meanwhile Vethres spitted out there would be no peace between the Knights and the Jedi. The Tusken couldn't find the words to describe how overwhelmed he seemed in this moment.

He looked at the young woman who ignited her own blade. There was silence between the two, as he noticed the ragged looking Jedi face off Venthris. Again Jakkor was faced in the precarious of position of choosing duty over his heart. The Jedi in him told him to negotiate, but here he stood among an elder Knight he would risk breaking his vow here and now. His hands shook, and he stood with a sense of hesitation. He was torn here and now, and he couldn't risk betraying another oath. He spoke sadly. "I'm afraid it isn't that simple young one. Once I was a Jedi Knight of the Galactic Republic. Now I serve the Empire as a Knight. It saddens me to kill you, but I hope that you may forgive me... I cannot go back to what the Jedi is now..." He spoke with no sense of bloodlust, or even of an honorable man, but he spoke of a wounded soul that had seen far more suffering than he cared to in a lifetime. The twinge of regret evident in his tone.

He would quickly try to shake off the nerves. The dormant memories of the Clone Wars plagued his mind. The flashes started to happen again, and quickly the man's demeanor had changed. It was like he was thrust back into the war again. In his mind the young woman was vanished and all that appeared was the evil stormtroopers and Inquisitors that had dared to hunt him down. "N-No! I won't let you take me.... You won't turn me into a monster!" He shouted the horror in his mind made manifest. He didn't see a simple young woman trying to help him, but the horrors of centuries past still living inside his very soul.

Jakkor would stare at her like a savage beast, before the old master lunged towards the woman. With both stick and saber he would strike in a series of blows. He would attempt to either cleave her in two with the saber, or bash her brutally with the gaffi stick. Harsh living on Tatooine combined with the Jedi arts had mixed the brutality of Tusken heritage, and the elegance of the Jedi teachings of Jar'Kai and Djem So. Jakkor would attempt to strike her with either weapon unlike any foe she has dared to face.

 

[Aien Mueller]

You know those types you don't want to meet in a dark alley?​

Spoiler: GEAR

Armor - Cybernetic suit (GOLD, BLUE and RED Teams),
"Dominion" armor
Weapons (assault team)- T-73 Handgun, Combat Knife, FTB Rocket(2 FYB Rockets each, 3 with Flame Carpet warhead)
3 Grenades (each), 2 Fire Grenades (each), Rotary and Blaster Vambraces, Stun Club and Shoulder Mounted Interchangeable Weapon
(Infiltrators)- Carbine(Suppressed), T-73 Handgun(Suppressed), Vibroswords, Combat Knife, Scattergun
(Snipers)- "God Gun", M-14 Sniper Rifle, Wrist Blaster, Carbine, God gun Rotary and Blaster Vambraces, Stun Club and Shoulder Mounted Interchangeable Weapon(Sniper Variant)
(Assault)- RI-19 Assault Rifle-w-LPD53 Grenade Launcher(5 FYB 40mm grenades each), T-73 Handgun, Scattergun
(Heavy Weapons)- Minigun(if in the field), Defender-Automatic Weapon(if in CQC) Assault Rifle Rotary and Blaster Vambraces, Stun Club and (Shoulder Mounted Interchangeable Weapon)(Grenade Variant)

Spoiler: FIRE TEAMS and SUPPORT

GOLD TEAM: Azrael (Assault/Team leader), Castiel (Assault/Pathfinder), Chamuel (Infiltrator/Slicer)
BLUE TEAM: Sauriel (Sniper 1), Michael (Sniper 2)
RED TEAM: Gabriel (Demo/EOD), Bartleby (Tech/Team Second), Samael (Heavy Weapons)
OVERWATCH: Seraphim (Deployable Drones)
PEGASUS 1- Jeremiel(Pilot), Ariel(Weapons), Uriel (Jumpmaster/Cover fire)
FIST
REEK 1- Uriel(Driver), Ariel(Gunner),
Annunaki Captain/Teams Overwatch - Jehova

Azrael, Bartleby, Gabriel, Sauriel, Samael, Castiel, Michael, Chamuel,
Jeremiel, Ariel, Uriel, Seraphim
[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]
ORDERS:
Tag:
Team Rescue | Yula Perl |Thirdas Heavenshield | Kyra Perl | Aaran Tafo

GA + Allies | Jasper Kai'el | Valery Noble | Silas Westgard | Aldric Laurent | Iris Arani | Alex StormWolf | Jax Thio | Aveline Cuiléin | Veino Garn | Miri Nimdok | Yenna | Amani Serys | | Rakaan Horne | Goto | Sōla Taan |

The team was moving quickly through the halls and corridors. They were setting charges and taking down security checkpoints. Slowly they were moving but they were definitely making progress with each secure spot. The traps set up by Gabriel were on point and though he did not like doing so, Bartleby stealing fallen Imperials clearance keys was able to redirect at least some personnel.

The snipers were being snipers.

About to move on to the next corner, Bartleby stopped and held up a “one second” finger.

What is it?

Boss, I’m picking something up. A comm-link message.

And?

One of the Jedi is claiming they found the packages?

Shall we move? Back them up?

Azrael shook his head.

No, new plan. Bart… get on the horn with “The Annunaki” get them ready for a “No Landing” Exfil.

Tapping the comm-link button on his helmet.

[Seraphim, going to need you to bring “The Reek” and “The Pegasus” shuttle in on my call.]

[I can do that well enough, sir. However, it will take some time.]

[That is not an issue, trust me. Patch me through to the encrypted Silver line.]

[You are connected, sir. Colonel Thirdas Heavenshield will be able to hear you.]

[Acknowledged. “Daddy’s Boy”, this is “Old Man”... if I get you on this line, we’ll get you to a bus stop. Don’t be late.] Get us moving, Bart.

You heard the man, move it Omegas!

The coded transmission was basically Captain Aien Mueller telling Colonel Thirdas Heavenshield(the mutual of he and Master Vanagor) that “The Annunaki” Corvette will drop in for an exfiltration pick up. While there is room for everyone, the defenses will not allow them to stay long. Omega Squad will be securing a landing zone for them.

Omega Squad was moving quickly now. The traps would work and so would the hacks that Bartleby set into play, especially now that he has multiple clearance keys collected and able to be used.

I have a map of the place. Turn here.

His last hack enabled the team tech to upload the map into his HUD. The hallway that they turned down just happened to be where Heavenshield and the Perl sisters managed to break their way into and through a set of blast doors. Azrael (Aien) saw this and tapped his comm-link.

[“Daddy’s boy”… when you’re catching the bus come down the hallway you see our toys.] Gabriel… close off the corridor we just left… we’re going to close off doorways and other corridors too.

Haha… “BOOM baby”. Gonna need about two minutes each stop.

I got him covered. Castiel, you with me?

Let’s do this.

We’re here too. Relax. Bart, can you get locations of security.

It’s not like they use heartbeat sensors here but I’ll try.

[Sir, I have “The Annunaki” crew on the other side of the planet ready to move in quickly.]

[Boss, it’s Jeremiel. I picked up “The Reek” and I’ll meet up with “The Annunaki”]

It took him a moment to think about it, but his answer was definitive.

[Negative. Hold position until I call.]

[Boss?]

[“The Annunaki” is their way out. You’re our way out.]

[Ohhh, I get you. Acknowledged.]

Alright, I have charges ready to set. We can move and I can drop them as we go.

Faaaast!

Let’s move.

You heard him! We have a landing zone to secure.

[Bartleby, whatever you guys are planning. Make it fast, this place is filling up with Imps and you know they called a "Zero" by now.]

... yeah, we scare them.

 

[Jand Talo]

DIRE HOUR
Equipment

The arrival of the dark-armored purge troopers, alongside their apparent Imperial Knight commander, was enough to draw all of Jand's attention. The group of soldiers were clearly not the typical, their armament and armor indicated as much, and it remained likely the troopers were some kind of specialist variant. Absently, the Padawan wondered if these were comparable to the other troopers encountered on Ilum... but that thought passed quickly, as Jand noted that Master Vanagor seemed willing to offer the purge troopers an opportunity to avoid confrontation.

The Padawan doubted such a group would take that offer.

Still, Jand wouldn't undermine the Jedi Master's efforts, so he maintained his defensive stance, lightsaber ready.

"Divide and conquer seems to be their tactic," Jand called from his position on the existing battlefield, where Stormtrooper bodies lay scattered around him. He was a distance from the large Jedi Master, but certainly not out of reach if the need was there to cross the distance. "I am content to engage my portion of opponents, if you wish, Master Vanagor."

A response wasn't really needed, as the large Jedi Master began to unleash with his electrical ability, which caused a eye-catching display. Jand wasted no time, as he began to run toward the small group of purge troopers that had approached him, using a zig-zag approach to avoid enemy particle beam fire. The enemy had a mix of ranged weaponry and melee weaponry, which told Jand that they might have been skilled in both martial types.

But whether they had the Force, remained to be seen.

Jand's movements were heightened by the mystical energy he wielded, as he flipped and dodged, to avoid the sizzling bolts. His goal was to close in, to get into close-quarters, because that's where he would really put the purge troopers to the test; and so, with a burst of supernatural speed, Force-assisted, the Padawan continued to attempt and close the gap until he was within striking range...

Allies: Caltin Vanagor | NJO + GA
Enemies: Zorah Fel
Engaging: Purge Troopers​

 

[Rys Harand]

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

In formation with those in near-identical armour to his own, the stormtrooper continued to fire in tandem with steps that shuffled backwards. The soft clink of the armour with rustled plastoid was drowned out by the hail of blaster fire and reactions from the Jedi. The Force was their friend, his foe. But never was Rys the victor in that bout, not in the skirmishes across the Imperial border, not with the Jedi agents cast into the heart of the Empire, and not as the monstrous arm of some mechanical suit ensnarned itself around his throat.

His blaster clattered to the foor beneath him as those booted feet lifted into the air. He rushed hands to the mechanical arm in an effort to pry it from his form helplessly, the effort was futile. For all of a moment, it felt as if his throat was to be crushed under it. He continued to choke under it as his armoured frame was slammed into the wall, a limp moment followed him. The Imperial rushed for the blade across his waist to make an effort to cut at was undoubtedly some form of indestructible material.

The Jedi. The Sith. The lot of them dabbled in engineering feats far beyond his knowledge.

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[Sahar]

Sahar|Imperial Knights|Dorin
Tags:// Rakaan Horne

"It seems you don't either, at least that is being a hero; a real hero would've come for all these stinking wretches, not just one girl."

Of course, the Empire wouldn't put that much of a budget for just one stupid little Zeltron Jedi. This sh*t hole was a detention centre holding hundreds of the Empire's worst criminals, traitors and ideological enemies. Many of the ones locked up here would never see sunlight, let alone a chance to escape; the prison service would see to that before those scum could do so. But Sahar knew the Jedi were not there for them; why would they care about them? They were just a statistic in the grand scheme of it all. The Zeltron had more importance to the order's plans and image. Couldn't have one of their own being tortured for information in some cell, now could they?

"Oh, but you don't care; you never did; you're just here to wipe away your sins and hope that the council will give you a morsel of recognition, just that tiny little acknowledgment that you're a good person and, in fact not a glorified mutt doing what the council could not."

Poor Rakaan.

"Oh, my dear friend, you're merely the blind leading the blind; our goals and ambitions are beyond your understanding."

She sighed to herself, easing herself away from the wall she'd been leaning against, watching him struggle through the fog as she ignited her saber and moved to strike at him like a cat playing with its food. How the tables had turned ever since Ilum.​

 

[Aldric Laurent]

Together, Aldric and Valery rappeled off the deactivated tower, shielded from stray bolts thanks to the latter of the two, while the agent traded a few shots of his own. With their main objective now complete, they now just had to do whatever they could to make the rest of the mission a little easier for their team.

"Right. We'll help clear a route for escape. Thin the herd so the rest can get out without being buried in stormtroopers." He scanned the area around them, before following Valery's gaze to her arm. Aldric's brow furrowed in concern, but he knew better than to let worry take over right now. She was still up and fighting, which is what they needed right now, "No problem." They then took off, pushing through the complex and batting off any resistance that dared to jump in front of them. Suddenly the agent's thoughts stumbled onto an idea, "If we can find where that sniper was holed up, it might give us a good vantage point. We'll want to be rid of him anyway for the extraction." Leaving a sniper around was just giving the Imps an opportunity to start picking people off in their escape. Not to mention, it would be a good chance for some payback.

Valery Noble​

 

[Valery Noble]

Outfit | Weapon | Appearance

Outfit | XoXo
Location |
Tag | Aldric Laurent

Valery watched his gaze drop down to her arm after they made it down, and narrowed her eyes at him, ready to dismiss any worrying claims about her having to disengage or be careful. But he didn't say anything. They had a mission to focus on and he knew she could keep up, so he kept going. She appreciated that a great deal. With a dip of her head, she turned back around and began to move with him to clear as many troops on the ground as they could.

There was no way to know what exactly was happening within the prison, so all they could do now was offer as much assistance by keeping the way out cleared. But that exact plan gave Aldric an idea.

"Good point and he should be somewhere around there, judging by the angle he had on me." Without wasting any time, Valery began to move, deflecting bolts along the way to cover Aldric, who was able to thin the herd even more at a distance. Soon enough, the first sign of their target revealed itself.

A high-power bolt came straight for Valery, who brought up her blade and deflected it aside. "Did you see where it came from?!" she called out over the loud battle. But before he could answer, another was fired from a slightly different position, this time aimed to take down Aldric. Valery was paying attention though and swept her lightsaber into an arc to cover him.

Were there two shooters, or was their target moving?

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[Thirdas Heavenshield]

Location: Cellblock
Objective: Rescue & Retrieval
Friendlies: Yula Perl Kyra Perl Tulan Kor Iris Arani Aien Mueller | GA
Hostiles: FN-999 Rys Harand | Empire

Chaos did ensue.

Unsurprisingly, the provocation of being flash banged, regardless of its efficiency, proved to be the straw to break the camel's back. As the platoon opened fire, the rescue team leapt into action. Although the flash-bang grenade only presented a minor distraction, Yula quickly followed it up with a shockwave to break their formation and disrupt some of their blaster fire.

His first instinct during the initial volleys was to make sure his old mentor wasn't caught in the crossfire, regardless of where the man's loyalties lie and the fact Tulan knew better than most how to fend for himself in a firefight. Without skipping a beat he combat-rolled over to where the busted blast door lay with the distinct shape of a fist embedded in its centre, placed his boot upon its edge and pushed down hard, making it rise off the floor and create a temporary piece of cover between them and the Imps.

"Well, that didn't work out as intended," he confessed while returning fire, felling a couple of Stormtroopers. "Thought those buckets they wear were just to look stupid!" In his defence, his experience fighting Imperials paled in comparison to the likes of the Bryn'adûl or bandits and slavers.

A concentrated barrage of bolts forced him to duck down behind the door, brushing some carbon scoring off his cybernetic arm before switching mags. His eyes found those of Tulan Kor and he could not help but smile at their sudden reunion. "It's good to see you, Gunny," he spoke from the heart as recollections of their countless similar situations sprung to mind. "Now, if you'll excuse me..." Still unsure whether the man was willing to fire on his own, Thirdas chose not to involve Tulan at the moment. He would have to figure out for himself whether he was still a part of the Empire.

Sliding a thermal detonator across the floor to break up the concentrated barrage, once it went off the Young Lion used the distraction to once more switch out his rifle for his trusty battle axe as he rushed the closest Stormtrooper and smashed his helmet in, sending bloody bits of armour in all directions as it shattered from the impact. Next, he used the dead trooper's body to shield himself from incoming fire, turning the pristine white chest piece charcoal black before he lifted the body over his head and threw it at the ones responsible for the friendly fire, knocking them off their feet.

It was just him and Yula versus a room full of Imps, with Kyra having split off to find her sister. Even a Jedi Master would have trouble against an entire platoon, let alone a pair of cybernetically enhanced warriors, but they would take down as many as they could if it meant Nida could walk out of that place by the end of the day.

[Acknowledged. “Daddy’s Boy”, this is “Old Man”... if I get you on this line, we’ll get you to a bus stop. Don’t be late.]

"Copy that, Old Man," he replied even as he threw himself at the next unlucky recipient of his Valkyri blade, the comms likely picking up the crunching of bones and blaster fire accompanying his voice. "We've hit a minor speedbump but we'll be there, over!"

In a moment of carelessness, a lucky shot by one of the Imps struck him at a precise weak point of his cybernetic leg, causing it to malfunction and force him into a kneeling position as it locked up briefly. In retaliation, he sent his axe hurdling through the air to bury itself in the man's chest with such force he knocked over a couple of fellow troopers.

It was recalled soon after, the Colonel reaching out to summon it back into his possession just as he pulled himself back on his feet in spite of the damaged cybernetics, having to drag his right leg behind him. To him, there was no second shot at this; no other scenario other than Nida's rescue, no lengths he would not go to in order to get her back.

Another Imp in his path invoked the ire of his axe, roaring as he separated the head from its body with one swift blow. The Valkyri pressed on, laughing as he did, with the sole focus of reaching their commander leading from the back. Regardless of whether the man was responsible for the actual deed, the captor of the woman he loved had been given a face in the form of the Baron. Something to focus all his might towards.

"Veist þú ekki hver ég er? Þú getur ekki drepið mig," he defiantly shouted in his native tongue and pounded his chest as the blood of foes slain ran down his face. "Ég er Þírdas Himinnskjöldr! Þú getur ekki drepið mig!"

 

[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

Option 833,333
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Dominik had to admit it, the strong might of a government did crack down on crime. And maybe it worked out for some people. It wouldn't for others, and anybody who stepped out of line would be crushed. But one thing he said was the most egregious of all.

This is a new Empire, an Empire where Jedi and Sith are meaningless- acknowledged for the forces of chaos that they are.

They weren't chaos. They were opposites that would always exist. The different governments or orders may call themselves differently, policies and traditions would change, but they would always be fighting against one another. Darksiders would always fight for control and power, Lightsiders would always fight for peace. Both wage war. But only one type helped out those in need for the sake of helping. They cared. The other didn't. The Empire didn't exactly align with one or the other, but under their rule Force Sensitives would either be put down or would be made into a fighting force. They would utilize the Dark Side more as a weapon, and it would change them. It wasn't a simple tool, it wasn't a thing of physics to be manipulated like light or time or gravity. It was a thing that pulled and directed the mind. Throughout history, the Dark Side of the Force was the master and Sith Lords and Emporers of old were its slaves.

"Look around us- all of this for a /single/ Jedi Prisoner. How many Galatic Soldiers have entered through this Prison, and how many were /forgotten/? How can the Jedi claim to care, claim morality, when so many countless were forgotten in the name of their blood-soaked crusade."

"Yeah," He said with a small sigh. "I thought it quite stupid. One smart spy could have done all this work and saved a lot of lives. They aren't perfect. No one is."

The trooper kept speaking. Dominik slowly shook his head. "Maybe you're right. Maybe you're wrong. You can't discount The Force and what it does to people. Figure that problem out first."

The trooper produced the Jedi's lightsaber and it ignited. He said he would die for a purpose, then charged him, obviously leading the attack with a large windup. Dominik moved the sword to block. The alchemized sword would be heavier than the lightsaber, and Dominik had been trained to use weapons like these. He'd block easily, and he could have just as easily twisted, keeping the lightsaber away with the crossguard and drove the blade through the man, but he kept the block and stepped into the trooper's space.

"At least you have one up on me, trooper. You got something you're willing to die for. I only have someone, and I don't know how she feels yet. But I don't want to kill you. All I want is the Jedi out. And if you keep swinging at me like that, I can hold you here all day."

Then he glanced up and saw Alex StormWolf coming down with his sabers. He threw a shoulder into the trooper before rolling backward, not wanting to be near either of those blades despite his protective armor.

 

[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

Surely enough, the Jedi tapped into the full extent of their power.
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After shrugging off a few bolts, the man in the center of their formation had lifted up the entire blast door, which was now used against the platoon as it efficiently absorbed their bullets. At the same time, the remaining Jedi woman had unleashed several long, mechanical claw-tipped arms, one of which was currently wrapped around a certain stormtrooper.

[Target the arms! Save your comrade!] ordered FN-999 through his helmet radio, the only comms system he had that was still functional.

Several troopers obliged, directing their gunfire towards the joints of the arm holding their comrade in its death grip while careful to aim high enough up the arm to avoid friendly fire. The Baron had trained them well, their discipline holding even in the face of the unnervingly powerful Jedi.

However, discipline was not enough to win the day.

The large Jedi man had advanced ruthlessly, decimating the regulars with blows no shield could possibly hope to deflect. It was a horrible sight to behold. The Baron had long since been numbed to the visceral feeling of watching his comrades be slaughtered, having seen so much death in his twenty-five years of warfare that a fractured skull was about as familiar to him as a bottle of water. Still, he could never find it in himself to numb the sheer distress of watching his allies fall, one by one.

[Spread out and keep your distance.] ordered FN-999 urgently. [The man is the main threat!]

The regulars had been massacred in brutal fashion, the blood of their corpses drenching the floor. Still, their discipline remained. Against the terrifying might of the Jedi, the troopers knew that they did not have long to live. Yet rather than scatter and flee to live another few minutes, the platoon remained still, retained their suicidal drive to keep on firing.

Each trooper of the 908th Legion knew that they were part of a larger cause.

First was their legion, second only the 501st in prestige. From the most junior privates to the Baron himself, each trooper understood they had an eight-century legacy of defiance to uphold. Just as they lived defiantly, so too would they die as martyrs.

Next was the Empire, the true keeper of order and harmony in the galaxy. If the Emperor or his Regents willed it, they would go on any mission, against any foe at any time, all for the greater good. The Empire had given them boundless opportunity, willingly recruiting them to be part of the greatest army the galaxy had ever seen. It was the New Order that would lead the galaxy to greatness, bringing order to the lawless masses just as it had eight and a half centuries earlier.

These beautiful, valiant martyrs were cut down one by one.

As the Jedi continued his massacre, he began to laugh at the carnage around him.

Something snapped deep within the Baron.

"Give me your gun." ordered FN-999 to the nearby shocktrooper, his voice eerily calm.

The Baron may have not had the inhuman physical strength of the Jedi man, but his muscles were most certainly not for show.

The shocktrooper handed over his minigun, which FN-999 proceeded to lift up without too much effort. As the other trooper pulled out his sidearm to continue the fight, the Baron himself spun up the minigun, aiming directly for the Jedi. In a cruel twist of fate, the death of most of the regulars helped FN-999 by giving him a clear firing angle.

"Veist þú ekki hver ég er? Þú getur ekki drepið mig," he defiantly shouted in his native tongue and pounded his chest as the blood of foes slain ran down his face. "Ég er Þírdas Himinnskjöldr! Þú getur ekki drepið mig!"

"SHUT THE F*CK UP!" yelled the Baron before opening fire.

He was confident that no amount of muscle could stop 25 bullets per second.

 

[Varos Ignacious Korvan]

Location: COMPNOR BLACKSITE 57 "BARBAROUS"
Time: Approximately fifteen minutes prior to assault
Tags: Nida Perl | Yula Perl | FN-999 | Thirdas Heavenshield | Kyra Perl | Tulan Kor | Iris Arani

"What do you want from me?"

Varos appraised the young Jedi before him. He could feel her uncertainty as to whether she truly held anything of value for the Inquisitor. The fact was - she was right; she did not have anything of value for him.

For now...

“Sit back.” He said, an almost calming air to his voice. There was no malice, nor any indication of what he was about to do. Imprinting one’s consciousness on another was a delicate procedure - one that ideally could be done without being rushed through it in the midst of an incursion. He wasn’t sure how much she would fight it, but it was probably best she didn’t know that was his intention in the first place.

“I will skim your mind - gently of course. I am not after anything concerning your individual friends. Rather, I am more interested in incidental information - information you may not even realize is valuable.” He lied of course. He was trained to lie - trained to do anything if it meant the ultimate establishment of Order. It came as easily as blinking, or breathing. No hesitation, no pause.

No conscience.

He slowly raised his hand, his fingers sprawled out as he closed his eyes from behind his mask and called upon the force. Depending on how hard she struggled, she would either feel the warm sensations of... a gentle caress through her mind; a suggestion that he let her in rather than merely ‘kicking’ his way through the door. He would begin by shifting through her thoughts as she may well have expected... but little would she realize that with every metaphorical ‘turn of the page’ he was imprinting himself within her.

The process would be total, and all encompassing... much like weaving fabric together to create a united bond. As he did so, he could hear his commlink buzzing at his hip, as well as the voice of Baron FN-999 on the other end. He kept his concentration focused on the process before him, but extended a part of his senses to the door behind him. He was running out of time, but he did not need much more.

Just a few more seconds, and Nida would become exponentially more valuable to Varos, and to the Empire as a whole...

 

[Tulan Kor]

COMPNOR BLACKSITE 57
"BARBAROUS"

NOT ME?

Iris Arani l FN-999 l Thirdas Heavenshield l Kyra Perl l Yula Perl



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It all fell apart so quickly.

Everything and everyone in the room went horizontal. One of 9's platoon opened fire after Thirdas made his move- and in the confusion, Tulan felt himself be lifted off the ground. Straight to the chest. Like a baseball bat being swung out of a moving vehicle at forty miles an hour. All the air left his lungs, and he felt his feet give from the impact alone.

A blaster hit him in the chest.

Well, his body armor.

But that didn't mean it didn't hurt like hell.

He clutched at his chest, breathing raggedly. Broke at least a couple of ribs, internal bleeding, definitely. An Imperial blaster wasn't anything to shake a stick at- and the spot wasn't exactly ideal. Nor was where he got shot at. The room was exploding around him. He turned on his side, crawling towards the side of the room, breathing deeply, painfully.

Shot by his own people.

Or were they his people?

He cried out, trying to gather air into his lungs. Will himself back to life, in a sense.

Not here. Not now. He wasn't sure what to do, so he had to take a moment while the bolts ripped the room apart, Thirdas made his move, and the other Jedi poured in.

And he was stuck, broken and bleeding. Waiting for it all to be over, since he wasn't sure where he wanted to be in this fight.

 

[Iris Arani]

The doors had sealed behind her as she slipped in. Full lock down. Her helmed gaze stared at the door and the pair of unfortunate guards she'd gotten passed. She was here now. In the thick of it. And the way out was shut. She cussed under her breath before turning her gaze forward. No turning back, fine. The others were on their way, right? Maybe she'd be able to meet up with them.

May- Oh. The screech of metal, the sounds of battle. It was pretty obvious where the others were. She rushed around the corner, blinking. A cybernetic man cleaving his way through. Yula. More troopers.

The one who gave her directions. Pain, hurt, death, they echoed throughout the colors. So many were desperate to live, to win. Just as she was desperate to save Nida. Except- She moved. Guised as a Stormtrooper she looked little more than a comrade trying to rescue and ally. She hooked her arms under Tulan's, dragging him farther away from the ensuing fight. Down the hallway she'd come from. If they saved Nida, it was because of his help. She couldn't let him just die.

Once out of sight, she popped open one of her sabers. Took out the crystal within to press against his chest. Nothing visible happened, but the Force under her guidance would start to lessen the pain. Fix what had been broken. Weird sight for a short stormtrooper to be doing, but Iris was determined.

"What else hurts? Tell me your wounds, soldier. What you feel."

FN-999 | Tulan Kor | Yula Perl | Thirdas Heavenshield

 

[Silas Westgard]

Location: Blacksite Barbarous
Objective: Create a distraction
Tag: Varos Ignacious Korvan / Nida Perl

The front entrance of the loading bay was in a mess, and further inside things were even worse. Crew and soldiers alike were spilling into the wreckage to figure out what in the galaxy happened. In the meantime, Silas was able to sneak unseen passed the crowding imperials who were too busy trying to control the fire. With no hint of suspicion, the padawan was able to find his way into a quiet corridor on the way to Nida's holding cell.

In all honesty, he wasn't meant to be this far into the facility by any means. His role was to create a distraction to make things easier for the others, yet the young Jedi had found himself in a predicament. He had the choice of pushing on and reaching the cells, or on the other hand creating more noise deeper in the facility. Silas hated going against the game plan, but if he was closer than anybody else he had to try and do something for Nida.

Taking a deep breath, he nodded in confirmation of what he was going to do and went forth.

As he went further into the lion's den, the patrols became more frequent and heavier. If he kept hiding, he'd never get to the cells. Yet, a crafty idea seemed to spring to mind while he was hiding away in a dusty maintenance room that appeared to have been forgotten about for years. Above his head was a ventilation shaft, big enough for only a kid his size could pass through. Even though it wasn't appealing, it was far better than being on the ground.

Taking out his saber, he ignited the blue blade and lifted two of the screws, melting them both one by one until the cover flipped open. Putting away the weapon and jumping up to lift himself in, he was finally starting to make some real progress. It was like a maze navigating the shafts, but with the forces help to guide him he managed to get close enough to hear talking below.

Silas, who had been on his hands and knees for most of the trip looked down into the room to see a masked inquisitor and Nida close together. It was clear the man was interrogating her, and with the words, he wasn't willing to watch him access her mind. Pushing his hand down onto the cover, he sent the vent cover crashing into the floor. Following it was a dusty looking Silas, who gracefully dropped to the floor and ignited his lightsaber

"You will not use her memories for your own personal gain, imperial." he shot to him, his light blue eyes resting on the captive Jedi with a brief nod "Nida..."

He was unsure if he could save her right now, but he was going to do his best to beat this dangerous foe who tortured her​

 

[Rakaan Horne]

DORIN - Sahar

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In the worst of all revelations, Sahar was correct. In the scattered and stolen stares, no matter how brief, the blue eyes of the young Jedi crossed over the faces that shone between the lines of smoke and on the other side of the red rayshields - Imperial criminals, whether truly criminal or a soldier of another cause, a momentary scan failed to determine as much. There was an entire task force dedicated to the mission on Dorin, and yet none of them aimed to secure the rest. Intended or not, these men and women were to be left to rot.

It filled Rakaan with dread, a momentary lapse in his mind afforded Sahar the chance to strike. In a swift, almost fretful action, the Jedi swatted aside the silver blade as it came close to the offered lethal cleave in twaine.

But still, the ordeal flooded his mind with invasive ideas. Had the Jedi valued themselves over others, was that the realistic conclusion, and was that true to what a Jedi claimed to be? Selfless, were often the lessons Master Toldreyn bestowed upon a then Padawan Rakaan. Even in the transitional period of what came next. It was key to the Jedi, and so what did that make this?

Rakaan stood across from Sahar now, the smoke-filled halls of the cell block still provided a dense cloud. The wave of his hand had seen it shuffle across, further down the hall - the eyes of the imprisoned so much clearer now, so much heavier. He rose the blue blade overhead into the attack stance of his form, "I will free these people, Sahar." There was a pain to his voice, an admission of acceptance to the defeated tone. Even as his features seemed ever determined.

He lashed out with a series of violent and swift strikes, little more than a blue bladed blur came in an effort to see the Imperial bisected. Powerful hits wore at her defences. "Give up! You can't beat me."

​

 

[Yula Perl]

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

As the trooper struggled against her mechanical grasp, the pincers tightened, threatening to crush his windpipe. The blade did little to stop the metallic limb's snare, but the trio of soldier that had turned their guns onto Yula saw fruit of their efforts. Repeated fire pelted the joint where the foot and arm connected, precise shots melting one spot down to the wires. Sparks flew, raining down on Yula and Rys while a chorus of snaps and sizzles hissed threateningly.

BAM!

The severed connection heralded a small explosion as the cybernetic limb died, throwing both Yula and her quarry back in either direction. With a pained groan, the Zeltron rolled behind the narrow cover of a mobile terminal as her organic limbs began to alternate between trembling and seizing. The explosion had sent a series of erratic impulses along the wires of the mechanical limb, surging along Yula's spine. It took a few seconds for the failsafe to kick in, effectively closing that circuit and halting the rogue electrical pulses. Her head was buzzing. Even Thirdas' war cry felt like static in her ears.

Adrenaline kept her focus from faltering. Scrambling to her feet and bracing both hands on either side of the terminal, Yula called on her technopathic and telekinetic capabilities to aid her. Yielding under her ministrations, the machine unbolted itself from the floor and hovered several inches in the air. With a labored grunt and a sharp thrust of both arms, she sent the computer flying through the air and crashing into the troopers who'd been shooting at her.

Yula winced, one hand steadying her pounding head. These soldiers were no ordinary cannon fodder, it seemed. They'd taken out the wider communications and punched deep into the heart of the prison, but it would all be a bust if they didn't leave with her sister. Tapping into the NJO comm frequency, Yula made no attempt to hide her frustration ( Kyra Perl Silas Westgard )

"Anybody have eyes on Nida?"

"SHUT THE F*CK UP!" yelled the Baron before opening fire.

Her head swiveled in the Baron's direction, a bad choice considering how her vision swam for a few seconds.

"COLONEL!" She called out, thumbing the ignition to her lightsaber on reflex as she made to rush in his direction. Lightsabers could do little against bullets, but perhaps she could intercept their source.

The trooper she'd been strangling earlier was forgotten, figuring him unconscious.

 

[Aldric Laurent]

"Probably with a vantage point. Maybe higher up? On the walls?" Aldric posited, only to be rudely cut of by a ringing blaster bolt. Valery deflected it with ease, and he raised his own weapon reactively, "Over there! It's-" Another bolt, which he only recognized last second had been aimed at him. Valery deflected it again, leaving him locked in a brief, stunned moment, realizing how lucky he was.

"That was quick," He fired a few suppressing shots in the general direction of the first bolt, just to err on the side of caution, "Maybe one of us should head to each spot. If there's multiple, we'll need tot take them all out, anyway." The glint of a scope in that same spot crept out, and Aldric pushed himself and Valery back behind a wall, "Look out!" A flash of red struck the edge, ricocheting off and into the ground. The agent looked to the Jedi, and pulled out another grenade, "This is a flash. I'll toss it out, and if they're lookin' it'll give us a nice chance to move in while they're blinded. Ready?"

On her word, he would pull the pin, and toss it out into the kill zone, creating a searing flash of light and sound that would disorient any unfortunate onlookers.

Valery Noble​

 

[Brackard Cain]

Harrsk Hall, Bastion

The room was a hive of activity. Live feeds showed the paths of all space faring vessels around Dorin, other monitors were repeating scenes from the chaos inside the black site.

The room itself was chaotic. Staff woken in the middle of the night and dragged in to help. This was no command center. One of many isolated cells within the base where analysis was carried out using the most lucrative ISB secrets.

The isolation, enforced through thick shielded walls, meant that the click-tap of a cane on the floor only started when Cain opened the secure door at the end of the corridor.

The atmosphere changed. Analysts glanced over their shoulders, waiting for the colour change on the control panel to indicate that he was outside.

The panel beeped. Brackard Cain stepped inside and closed the door behind him. One final clack of the cane and he stopped. He remained at the back of the room, both hands on the head of the cane.

Silence reigned.

"An update."