Faction &nbsp; Dude, Where&#039;s My Space Station

Valery Noble · Oct 17, 2024

Outfit: Operative Suit | Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers | Double-Bladed Lightsaber

The transport shuttle hummed softly as Valery guided it through the dense fog of space debris, her gaze fixed on the ominous station ahead. The dark, twisted structure loomed like a graveyard monument, and she could feel the oppressive weight of the Blackwing virus lurking within. Valery's hands tightened on the controls of the shuttle as they neared the station, her heart heavy with worry. The bond with Kahlil pulsed through her, guiding her like a flame in the cold expanse of space, but it also carried the weight of fear. Fear for him. Her amber eyes burned with an intense fire, determination mixed with the simmering dread of what might happen if she didn't reach him in time.

She wasn't leaving without him. No matter what it took.

Not again.

Turning her gaze toward her strike team, Valery took a deep breath, her expression unwavering but the concern visible in her eyes, "Listen carefully," Valery began, her voice calm but firm. "This station is infested with the undead, infected by the Blackwing virus. These aren't mindless creatures; they can use technology, they learn fast, and they are extremely dangerous. We cannot let them leave this station or reach any ships. Stay close to me, no matter what happens, and follow my lead."

Her amber eyes lingered on each of them, the weight of responsibility heavy in her tone. "I know exactly where we need to go. Kahlil is deep inside, and we have to clear a path through the infected to reach him. There's no time for mistakes, so stay sharp."

The shuttle trembled slightly as they neared the docking bay. Valery could feel her connection to Kahlil through the Dyad, guiding her like a beacon in the dark. But the bond wasn't just a tether — it was a reminder of what was at stake. She clenched her lightsaber hilt tightly, prepared for the fight ahead.

The shuttle landed with a soft thud, and the hangar bay doors hissed open, revealing the darkened corridors of the Tython space station. As the chilling sense of death and decay washed over them, Valery stepped out first, her lightsaber humming to life in her hand, casting a violet glow across the shadowy hall.

"Stay close," she repeated, her voice a low command as they ventured into the heart of the station, where death awaited in every corner.

Kahlil Noble

Azurine Varek

Ayhan

Aris Noble
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Drego Ruus · Oct 17, 2024

Objective: Containment
Tags: OPEN

This wasn't the first time Drego had dealt with Blackwing. Not too long ago, Drego had dredged through the swamps of Yavin fighting them off. Today, Drego wasn't going in with just a ragtag group of Protectors, low on ammo and relying on their wits.

No.

Today the Pillar of War was pushing in with a full arsenal. The bandolier on his chest rattled against beskar plate. The Star Dragon II made it's way onto the drifitng station, and immediately, Drego to to work. The first thing that was left loose was Drego's Personal Walker, followed by the man himself.

"Tanya, set blasters on the War Jaws to stun. We won't be able to reliably keep these farkers down, we gotta keep them at bay until I can get a disruptor round on them."

"Gotcha boss. Keeping the teeth set to bite, not chomp."

Zaiya Ceti · Oct 17, 2024

		
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Deep Space 
Objective I - Bridge of the Tython Space Station

Outfit:xxxxx | Equipment: xxxx x x | Weapons: x x x
Allies: 
			 
		Kahlil Noble
			 
		Ran Serys
			 
		Corazona von Ascania
			 
		Mahsa
			 
		Amelia von Sorenn
Unknowns: 
			 
		Joseph Torson
			 
		Tibera Jessen
			 
		Nulgath Zardai

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Zaiya drifted back into consciousness slowly, as though she was rising from the depths of a thick fog. She didn't know how long she had been out, but everything felt different -- heightened. Her senses, already raw from the intensity of the Force light, were now painfully sharp, and the slightest brush of energy in the room made her skin prickle. It was overwhelming, like feeling everything at once: emotions in the present, emotions from the past, and something dark and twisted but cleansed with the Light... imprinted into the cold durasteel of the bridge like scars on the galaxy itself.

				Darth Immortuos said:
			
			"No, this… this cannot be…How..how am I going to protect her now! WHY!!"
		
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Her body stirred, but it was her skin that responded first. Mottled tones of dark, inky greys rippled across her flesh, blending into waves of empathic bronze and brief flickers of anxious yellow. Zaiya's brow furrowed, and her head jerked slightly, as if some unseen force tugged at her. Memories -- or were they echoes? -- rushed over her like a cold wind. She could feel it: the Force scream, the banshee cry of ghouls. Desperation. The crushing weight of someone's plea for help, full of broken pride and panic.

				Darth Immortuos said:
			
			" Dont. Dont leave me here. Pl-ease, dont let me...I..I..I cant control them." 
		
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A gasp tore from her throat as her eyes snapped open, and she jolted upright. The world spun in a dizzying flurry of colors, her skin flashing and stuttering between shades that reflected the chaos inside her. Muted silvers, pale greys, all washed with sweat that beaded at her brow, leaving her skin clammy. She blinked hard, trying to clear her vision, but it all felt like too much.

The sharp scent of copper hit her nose -- blood. The putrid, sickly stench of something rotting, something burned. Charred skin. Cold steel. Sweat. Musk. The air felt thick with it all, like it was choking her. And beneath everything, weaving through the ship like a living thing, was something darker -- a slithering, ravenous hunger that oozed from beyond the bridge. The sound of banshee-like wails echoed in her mind, twisting around her thoughts, and it made her blood run cold, chilling her to the bone.

"No!" Zaiya cried in desperation, still lost in the delirium, her heart thundering in her chest as she scrambled, still unaware of where she was in the throes of memories and the fog confusing her.

Joseph Torson · Oct 17, 2024

D U D E_W H E R E S_M Y_S P A C E_S T A T I O N
Objective I : Survive

DARK EMPIRE

8/8 Red Right Hand Operators
10/10 SpecNav Commandos

As the Shield of the Jedi briefed the others about the current situation, a trio of Special Forces Operators who fortunately were unaffected by the Blackwing Virus appeared at the entrance of the bridge, their guns aimed at the group of Jedi. However they did not fire, as Torson was brought towards the bridge supported by both a Special Forces Operator and a Commando as he wasn't able to move very well considering his legs had been partially crushed by that massive door. Half of his Team were still in good condition with the other half having suffered severe injuries due to Mahsa's attack. The Soldiers who couldn't move and were left in the hallway, guarded by the Commandos who were still capable of moving their guns aimed at the end of the hallway keeping an eye out for any of the undead.

Ignoring the Jedi, the troops brought Torson towards the consoles of the bridge before gently dropping him, leaving Torson to use the consoles as support as he began to manipulate them sending a message to the Warlord of the Empire Marlon Sularen relaying the current location of the Station to him and the Empire while also proceeding to activate the Space Station's reserve of Dark Trooper Battle Droids which were immediately ordered to head for the bridge, granting both the Jedi and the Imperials with a first line of defense against the undead as the Dark Troopers would be able to hold them off for a good while.

Once Torson finished, he motions for the pair of soldiers to pick him up before looking straight at the Shield of the Jedi. "Me and my men will work with you for now. Jedi." he said begrudgingly. As much as he hated to admit it, both the Jedi and the Imperials needed each other, especially to fight off the undead and even though they had been fighting each other just a while ago. "I've activated the Station's reserve of Dark Trooper Battle Droids. They'll head for the bridge and provide us with a first line of defense against the undead." he further explained. "I also sent a message to the Empire calling for an extraction and sent them our location. I'd prefer that me and my men are allowed to return back to our Empire freely rather then to your Alliance in chains."

The soldiers then guided Torson to a nearby chair before helping him take a seat allowing the injured Special Forces captain to get some rest especially after the previous extensive battle. A Blackwing virus outbreak was definitely not the outcome Torson had expected, but now given that the Orbital Station had been moved outside of Tython, his previous mission did not matter anymore, all that mattered was that he and his man got out of here safe and sound. To live to fight another day in the name of the Empire.

Tags |

Pal Veda |

Amelia von Sorenn

Silas Westgard · Oct 17, 2024

Location: Tython, space station
Objective: Contain the zombies
Tag:

Drego Ruus

Silas had faced many disgusting enemies in his time as a Jedi. The Walking Dead however was something that could be at the top of that list.

Reports had been circulating that Tython station had been overrun by those infected with the blackwing virus, a nasty plague that turned any lifeless person into a flesh eating monster. At all costs, they needed to avoid being scratched or bitten, or else they risked ending up joining the dead in their relentless hunt for blood.

"We have multiple readings up ahead, unsure if it's friend or foe" one of the three troopers said briefly when he lifted his head up from a datapad. Along with Silas, they traveled through a ruined corridor filled with a variety of objects and dry blood patches that smothered the walls. Whoever was still alive was clearly fortunate, those who weren't lucky seemed to be ripped to make them into a blood bath.

"Ready your weapons, Identify and then strike swiftly" Silas whispered, a hand resting on the lightsaber attached to his belt.

Mahsa · Oct 17, 2024

Location: Bridge Room
Objective: Survive

Her consciousness came and went, adrift amidst cosmic waves as it tried to piece together bits and pieces. The Force was the glue that kept everything together, like a mother’s warmth embrace that offered the young padawan the comfort she needed as her body vied against time in its efforts to heal.

"No… No, this… this cannot be…"

Whispered echoes batted away the silence, accompanied by the briefest of glimpses into moments she hadn’t personally witnessed. She’d only caught a passing glance of the crumpled body by the bridge, but here she could see every minute detail on

Nulgath Zardai ‘ face as his panicked cries rose in volume.

"How..how am I going to protect her now! WHY!!"

The guilt, the grief, and the desire to protect… to rescue, to save someone dear. All of them were emotions she could understand, that her young mind and heart could empathize with, feelings that had once run deeply in her veins too.

" Dont. Dont leave me here. Pl-ease, don't let me..."
" I..I..I can't control them."

"No!"

Zaiya’s voice tears through the fog like a blinding beacon, a gasp of air announcing Mahsa’s return before a series of coughs follow shortly after as the sharp inhale of cool air rasped the back of her throat. "W-What… W-Where…?!" Panic laced her voice and manifested in vibrant ocher and deep amber shades that rippled through her hair, her senses immediately stretching out in every direction through the Force, before the Kazelrrian recoils as her mind brushes against the festering sickness growing deep within the station.

A wince crossed her face as a hand reached to press against her wounded side, the injuries still not entirely healed, before the erratic beating inside her chest slowly started to subside as the voice of Kahlil echoed through the bridge. It offers a sense of safety to know they’re not alone, though it is quickly shattered as her golden eyes finally spot movement where the bridge’s blast doors once stood.

A vicious hiss escapes the young Kazelrrian as she spots the familiar face of

Joseph Torson among his troop, a visceral reaction as her instincts flag his existence as a menace for her survival. She scooted until her back pressed against cold steel, seeking to place as much distance as possible between herself and the man that had relentlessly pursued her through the whole station as his men assisted on helping him reach a console further into the bridge.

Just what the fark is going on...

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Zaiya Ceti

Ayhan · Oct 17, 2024

Objective II: Rescue
Allies:

Aris Noble |

Azurine Varek |

Mahsa
Enemies: ??? | Zombies

The air was sterile. It always was on spacecraft. Had to be. But sterile didn't always mean clean, or lacking of sickness. No, the sterile air filling Ayhan's nostrils, the too clean stench made his stomach turn. He stared at the floor across from him even harder than usual, boring a hole through and straight into the airless void. It wasn't worry. Of course it wasn't. Not for Mahsa.

Neither was the rapid heartbeat echoing in his ears. The sensitive organs were just picking up the heartbeats of the others. Aris, or Master Noble, or maybe the new girl's, Varek, or whatever her name was. Yeah, definitely hers. Not adrenaline coursing through his blood, threatening to send the Firronthix straight into heart attack over fear of what might or might not have happened to Mahsa.

Inconceivable.

His foot tapping continued wear a hole through the sole of his boots as the Sword began to brief them on the situation. Undead, adapting to use technology. Don't get infected, don't let them off the ship. She knows where Kahlil, and Zaiya, and Mahsa are. Stay close.

Ayhan could do that.

The Firronthix stood, following after Noble with his own saber ignited, thrumming, and casting its golden light beside violet. Ayhan's eyes began to adjust. He didn't need the lightsaber to see in this darkness, or any kind of dark. But the first creepy crawly he didn't recognize was losing it's head. But the air. From sterile to the stench of rotting corpses.

If one of those rotting corpses was Mahsa, he was gonna kill her himself for dying like this.

Azurine Varek · Oct 17, 2024

You Shan't Share My Fate

Outfit: Clothing | Right Arm | Glove
Weapons: Lightsaber | Vibrosword

Azurine sat in the Co-Pilots seat, occasionally checking the insurmentation and running checks. The job of the co-pilot was only to make the pilots job easier in situations like this, so that was what she was going to do.

The shifting violet sea of her eyes moved from the console to Valery, filled with both determination and worry. She knew exactly what her master was feeling now. She'd been in this position at least three times ... and one of them had been that which had shattered her heart.

She recalled what she'd said to Val after everything that had happened with Darth Reign and Darth Rellik, how she'd been so cold to state that Valery could never know how she really felt since Kahlil was alive, couldn't possibly understand the pain of having that bond be stressed and distorted into what she was forced to bear with Kynn's death. She had spoken in agony fueled anger then, trying to convey how shattered she was that she'd been so willing to listen to people she never should have, and it had immediately been followed by a guilt for it even then.

That kind of pain she suffered and continued to suffer while her soul was still inseparable with that of a ghost, if her master would even survive it being so violently severed given the strength of their tie, was not something she would wish on anyone, least of all Valery. She wouldn't allow that kind of outcome, not while she still breathed.

"We're going to get them out, Master Noble." she stated, the fires of her strong will lighting her eyes with the fiercness she'd become so known for after her spar with Aris as well as the deep compassion and loyalty she carried in her heart.

As they landed, she gripped her lightsaber in her right prosthetic hand and the lightsaber that Valery had allowed her to use after her vibrosword had been destroyed at Akar Tsis (they hadn't had the time to go looking for much else) in the other. She took a long look at her companions, two of which she was very familiar with by now, then out into the darkness before igniting them both. Her own cast a piercing yellow light across that half of her face, the other a violet the same hue as her eyes. The air was oppressive and dark, and when she focused out into the sea of auras, all of the broken souls of the infected came back. Tragic and terrifying as it was, she was ready.

Aris Noble |

Ayhan

Nulgath Zardai · Oct 17, 2024

Location: The Bridge
Objective I
Tags:

Pal Veda

Charred withered hands shook as he inspected the ruin of his body, what little remained anyway, after the searing light of the Force had burned away the vestiges of the man he once was. His skin, blackened and flaking, clung to the brittle bones beneath. Flesh that once pulsed with unnatural vitality now hung loosely, scorched, and hollow. His face, twisted in a grotesque mask of agony, no longer resembled the fearsome visage he had worn for centuries. He could feel little of the pain in his body—his nerves were too deadened, and his state of undeath dulled any sensation. But the mental anguish was all-consuming, gnawing at his mind like a beast trapped in its cage. It amazed him how quickly ones own events could alter their life. He had not felt as he did since...well...the death of his wife. It was then a chasm opened in his mind and for a instant the memories of her cold body stained his eyes. Like a smear on a lens. He could see her everywhere and nowhere.

I should of never made that deal...I should of died.

But it wasn't the old sith lord in him that lingered in his thoughts. Nulgath Zardai, the paranoid womp rat of a man he once was, had long been buried beneath layers of Sith cruelty and ambition. That version of him, always lurking in the shadows, scheming for more power, was only a layer of his personality. This broken thing before the Jedi was not the man who craved knowledge. His body twitched involuntarily as he tried to stand, legs unsteady beneath his ravaged frame. His reflection caught in a piece of shattered glass—horrifying, yet mesmerizing. Charred skin stretched over a skeletal face, the glow of the Force Light still imprinted deep in his sunken eyes. He stood there in awe. The undead abomination he had become was all too visible now, no longer hidden beneath the illusion of power. His forced breath came raggedly, wheezing through a throat that no longer functioned as it should.

The darkside that had once sustained his connection and means of control—was absent. Gone. Hollow. A dead thing. He reached out again, pathetically, trying to grasp at the threads of the power that had always answered his call and to no avail. He felt cornered now, a predator with no fangs, with nothing left but the frantic instinct to survive. And when cornered, even a wounded animal was at its most dangerous. His mind spiraled, frantic and wild, clinging to what remained of his former power. His eyes darted toward the Jedi, toward the bridge's exits, toward the imperials of the Dark Empire and anything that could be used to his advantage. Then with a squint he eyed the female jedi adjacent to him

Corazona von Ascania . His gaze brief but plotting.

His shoto saber. It should still function. The sith gauntlet he was wearing. It was destroyed. Also the sith crown or circlet he had. Also destroyed, though it seems remnants are in my flesh. This was all he had on him aside from half burnt tattered robes that partially were fused into his charred flesh. The rest of what he had was his wits, knowledge and ability to sense the infected nearby. Possibly even see what they see, but that in itself posed a danger for his own sanity with the darkside removed.

If he wanted to survive he had to make his himself useful. Build trust with this group and for the time being play his part. And so he steadied himself against a console and spoke aloud for those on the bridge to hear after the padawans

Mahsa and

Zaiya Ceti seemed to awaken.

Kahlil Noble did a great job informing the survivors but there was much he did not know about Blackwing, The Sickness and the infected.

"We cannot stay on the bridge!.... They share a hive mind. The infected. They learn and grow. They use tactics and adapt. They are all sentient.....Their screams is their language, though they are capable of speech and mimicry of others and possess echo location as well." He paused. His speech was becoming more competent but his confidence and demeanor was still grim and defeated. " If you are bitten or scratched or ingest any fluids. Amputate the part. A pray you do not turn." He trailed off some and did not bother finishing his sentence. He was talking to himself lowly. There was something he had left out. Something he did not tell the Jedi and he would not.

Trust no one. I can trust no one. Not with that.

Amelia von Sorenn · Oct 18, 2024

SURVIVE

Equipment: Medical Remote | Aid Kit

Weapons: Vibrosword | AT-NB5

A sigh of exasperation slipped from her mouth as her vibrant blue hues settled first on Zaiya, having barely returned and now she was sitting upright and complicating things all the more. Her attention fell second upon Mahsa, eyes focused on the wound at the woman's side that she grasped before sitting up in turn and pushing herself back. They were making it difficult to administer any kind of aid to either of them, though she did her best to pull her thoughts into herself and calm her mind before she focused first on Zaiya as the small Medical Remote hoving in front of her began to scan the individual.

"Species: Lovalla... Status: Experiencing shock and overexertion, possible concussion detected... Diagnosis: Administer Anti-Shock..."

Amelia reached into the medical kit at her side, pulling out a small ampule of Anti-Shock followed by a needle. Remaining in a kneeling position, she repositioned herself, placing herself in front of Zaiya as she looked at the woman, locking her vibrant blue hues with the young woman's own stunning opal blue eyes. A soft smile crossed her lips as she snapped the neck of the ampule clean before inserting the needle to draw out a premeasured dosage, her left hand gently took Zaiya's right wrist and carefully turned her arm over.

She brought her hand up, gently rubbing at the crook of Zaiya's elbow before lightly smacking the skin, her ears perking up as if she could hear the blood flowing in the young woman's veins. Leaning in, her eyes focused as she watched the vein reveal itself, knowing she had just a brief moment before she looked back to Zaiya.

"This will help you, I just need you to take a deep breath... one... two..."

Before she finished her count, she lightly pressed the needle to her skin, piercing into the vein and injecting the measured amount of Anti-Shock into the young woman's system. Setting the needle to the side, she placed a small bandage on the injection spot before securing it with a length of gauze. Once more focused on the young woman, she placed both hands on her shoulders before carefully guiding Zaiya to sit next to Mahsa, her next patient.

Turning her attention to the wounded woman, she motioned with a nod of her head, the small medical remote shifting away from Zaiya and over to the second patient as Amelia went to work pulling her heavy gauntlets from her hands. The wound was more extensive and would require additional protection to prevent the onset of infection. Pushing open the bag, she pulled free a set of gloves from a smaller bag and quickly pulled them on as she also pulled out a few more supplies.

"Species: Kazelrrian... Status: Wounded... Slugthrower trauma to the side exacerbated by movement... Diagnosis: Immediate Medical Aid required..."

"NR-5E... I need your supplies."

Amelia said to the small remote, her attention shifting to the droid as it dropped down and deposited its small package of supplies next to Mahsa near the woman as she went to work. Pulling a small Scalple from the bag, she looked at the young Jedi, her vibrant blue hues filling with a soft pain as she locked her attention with the woman.

"This is going to hurt... I'm sorry."

Making a small incision at the top and bottom of the wound, Amelia dropped the scalple, before just as quickly grabbing a set of Forceps from the set of supplies at her disposal. She carefully set the forceps into the wound, locating the slug and removing it before dropping it to the floor next to her, each movement was careful and skillfully executed as she saw to the wounded Jedi.

Amelia pulled a gauze bandage from the bag before reaching for Mahsa's wound side, her eyes locking with the young woman's as she offered a small nod of her head and a silent smile. Gently pushing Mahsa's hand away, she quickly pressed the gauze bandage to her side before using her free hand to pull out a field dressing. Her movements were fluid and graceful as applied the field dressing to the wound, securing the band around Mahsa's abdomen before pulling a Stimpack from the bag.

"Deep breath... one... two..."

Once more, Amelia never finished the count, she quickly pressed the Stimpack against Mahsa's thigh and injected the premeasured dose from the autoinjector. She lightly took Mahsa's hand and placed it against the injection site before having the young woman rub the area, making sure the dose was properly disseminated into her system. Never once did she panic nor hesitate, she merely went about to her next patient as her eyes fell upon the wounded Jedi with a dagger lodged within their form.

It was going to be a long day...

Corazona von Ascania

Vesh’ira’nuruodo · Oct 18, 2024

		
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OBJECTIVE: Containment

INFO: Fleet Makeup in Character Bio

TAGS: 
			 
		 Drego Ruus
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		 Valery Noble
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		 Kahlil Noble
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		 Amelia von Sorenn
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		 Nulgath Zardai
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		 Azurine Varek
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		 Mahsa
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		 Ayhan
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		 Silas Westgard
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		 Zaiya Ceti
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		 Joseph Torson

As soon as the station disappeared from Tython, a call had gone out from their own vessels. The station was compromised, and not by normal invaders. While Shiran had no personal connection, or interaction, with the Blackwing virus, she knew what it was and what it meant if it were to make its escape from the station. It was trouble. As one of the fleet forces not currently occupied in battle, she'd made the call to handle the situation herself, calling her forces together and beginning the process of location of the station.

Once they had the location, the fleet jumped to hyperspace. It wasn't a long flight, fortunately, and as they left hyperspace, she took a quick surveil of the scene around them.

"Shield to remain back. Vanguard, activate gravity wells along primary hyperspace lane to this location," she made her first order. "All ships shields up and weapons ready."

The Nuruodo-class Interdictor activated its gravity wells almost immediately, cutting off at least the major accessible route to their location. Controlling who came into the area was almost as important as controlling who left it. Keeping the remainder of Shield back with the vessel would help provide control, especially with the carrier parked nearby. The two Xodlak's could run picket duty while the others remained stationary.

"Spear move forward and establish a perimeter around the station. I want no vessel to enter or leave the perimeter without my express authorization."

The ships of Spear, headed up by the Groundlion-class Star Destroyer Silent Fist, moved forward and spread out in a perimeter around the station. Four vessels were not enough to man that alone, but with their compliments of Clawcraft to fill the gaps between them, they would be able to amply control the air space. Additionally, she had every intention of her own vessel and escorts taking part in the exercise as well, which would add an additional three ships to the space surrounding the station.

"Move us forward to join Spear. Have Nightward and Frostclaw move to containment, but put us inside of the perimeter. I want our fighters on direct escort duty for any ships or escape pods leaving that station. They are to be brought directly to us for assessment. I want medical to set up triage in the main hangar and have security establish a secure perimeter for it.

"Communications, see if we can get in contact with anyone on the station. All frequencies, including Imperial."

The Csapla-class Star Destroyer Ascendant Valor breached the perimeter of the containment field while her escorts remained behind. The full contingent of Clawcraft was launched and moved into flight escort positions around the ship. She would take control of this area of space and ensure that Blackwing did not escape.

No matter the cost, it would not escape.

Ran Serys · Oct 18, 2024

The discomfort left her. Mutations activated. Nerve endings deadened and blood began to flow in alternative routes. Ran stood up straighter and struggled less even as the knife's blade remained inside her.

She was reminded that she was a mutant, an experiment, a monster designed to endure. Physical pain was replaced by a hurt of the soul. Her force aura seemed diminished as the others moved around her. Kahlil with news, Zaiya in a psychic fit, Mahsa bleeding from slugs, the Supreme Commander treating them, and the dark imperial limping in with an offer of cooperation. The Sith warned them of the undead, and tried to sway them from the supposed safety of the bridge.

Finally Ran moved to Mahsa and placed a comforting hand on the girl's shoulder as the Supreme Commander, Amelia von Sorren, acted as their field medic. Ran looked at von Sorren when she finished with Mahsa.

"I've already been stabbed once today. Thank you." She quipped, refusing the offer of aid. She already felt like a monster. She didn't need a syringe in her, bringing up more bad memories of the experiments she suffered in her youth.

Ran moved to Kahlil and whispered to him. "I need more than what a probe droid can offer, Master Noble." She said as she gripped the handle of the mercenary's knife. Its blade wasn't visible. It was lodged deep into her stomach and very little blood traveled down the wound. It was concerning. "My mutations have complicated things. They have both helped and hurt me in the past and I fear they will continue to do so. I need a full examination- surgery, bacta, deep meditation even." She gulped. "I need to make it to the medbay sooner than later." She continued in a pleading tone. It was serious.

"Let me travel with Knight Ascania. I know we can get there safely." Ran assured the master. "We can secure the medbay and find other survivors along the way. There has to be more than just us." She paused to look around the room, at the Sith and then the imperial troopers. "Still there are many unfriendly faces here. If you believe we need to stick together, I will find a way to manage." As he was the Shield of the Jedi, the leader of the strike team, and the only master present, Ran would defer to his judgment on the matter, even if he denied her what she wanted. She trusted him, and she trusted in the force.

Corazona von Ascania · Oct 18, 2024

OBJ I - Survive

Tibera Jessen

Cora felt Immortuos’ eyes on her. She threw her own gaze back at him like a knife.

The trust that linked them - the Sith, the Imperials, and the Jedi - was paper-thin. The will to survive outweighed hatred and duty; their chances were better if they worked together.

Immortuos she trusted least of all. Sith never went quietly into the night; their obsession with power made them dangerous even when they were beaten. She'd only pulled her saber away from his neck because it increased the Jedi's chance of survival.

It could've all been lies, really. His begging, artful theater to appeal to their empathy. His information, carefully curated to make them think it was useful.

Amelia von Sorenn said:
"Species: Lovalla... Status: Experiencing shock and overexertion, possible concussion detected... Diagnosis: Administer Anti-Shock..."

"Species: Kazelrrian... Status: Wounded... Slugthrower trauma to the side exacerbated by movement... Diagnosis: Immediate Medical Aid required..."

The synthesized voice of Amelia's med scanner brought her thoughts back to Zaiya and Mahsa. Her expression softened. The Padawans had both fought well, and though she was loathe to leave them, they were not the only ones in need of timely medical intervention.

"I will travel with you, Knight Serys," Cora affirmed as she paced over to where the Mirialian was speaking with Kahlil. "Imperial troopers have suffered injury as well, some more severely than others. Access to the medbay would benefit us all."

Words she thought she'd never speak.

Cora's eyes flickered down to the knife still embedded into Ran's abdomen. Her prosthetic hand had been finicky since suffering electrical damage from Tibera's cryogrenade, but at least that didn't run the risk of bleeding out.

Aris Noble · Oct 18, 2024

Aris was the calmest of the Padawans. He could hear it, the stress they felt. Ayhan especially, though he doubted his friend realized it. Emotions were difficult enough for Aris, he couldn't imagine what it was like for Ayhan, who was bred not to feel emotion to begin with. Mahsa and Zaiya were both here. Aris had stayed at the temple this time, this invasion, to help protect it. It was a rotating guard to ensure the Sith never had a direct way to the younglings.

But that fight was over. And now his father was missing. Mahsa and Zaiya were missing. Not completely, mom- Master Valery knew where at least da- Master Kahlil was. And he knew his father wouldn't leave the Padawan's alone.

So, he was calm. He followed with the group, his eyes scanning around. His ears listening. There was a scuttle of footsteps close. Broken steps. "They know where we are. They're coming."

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Valery Noble · Oct 19, 2024

Outfit: Operative Suit | Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers | Double-Bladed Lightsaber

Valery's heart pounded with fierce determination as the group moved through the dark corridors of the station. She wasn't just leading a rescue mission; this was personal. Her husband, Kahlil, and the Padawans were trapped in this forsaken place, and the thought of failing them ignited a fire within her that burned brighter than ever before. A cold intensity, a sharp focus on the task at hand, replaced her usual warmth and playfulness. She would bring them back. No matter the cost.

"Stay sharp, and don't lose sight of each other," Valery commanded, her voice low but firm, every syllable edged with purpose. The weight of the moment hung heavy around them, but her control never faltered. With her violet blade casting an eerie glow around her, she glanced at each of her team members, ensuring they were ready for what lay ahead. Ayhan's nervous energy, Azurine's fiery resolve, and Aris's quiet calmness would need every strength they had.

But she couldn't let her own emotions slip. Not now. The station was dark, oppressive, and filled with the stench of death, but Valery's focus remained unwavering.

"We're close," Valery said, her voice tight. She could not easily sense the Padawans — not with all this darkness clouding her senses — but she felt her husband's presence. His Calm. It was more than a beacon — it was her sign that the Padawans were alright and likely with him.

Suddenly, a distant sound echoed through the corridor. A scuttling, unnatural sound. The beasts were up ahead, and they were coming fast. Valery's lightsaber hummed louder as she tightened her grip.

"Get ready. We fight our way through."

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Marlon Sularen · Oct 19, 2024

D U D E_W H E R E S_M Y_S P A C E_S T A T I O N
Objective : Rescue & Containment

DARK EMPIRE

What was supposed to be a simple operation had spiraled out of control for the Empire within the Tython Orbital Station. First the station had been boarded by the Jedi who successfully breached through Imperial defenses and took control of the bridge, before using the Empire's own rift above Tython against them to deploy the 10th Sector Armada. But now, reports had just reached Imperial High Command that the Station was the target of a specific Blackwing virus outbreak which was the reason for why the Station had suddenly moved out of position and jumped through the portal into deep space. With Captain Torson of Imperial Special Forces further confirming the survival of some Imperial personnel within the Tython Orbital Station, Imperial High Command made it a high priority to relieve the besieged Imperials and retake control of the Station although they remained well aware of the fact that the Galactic Alliance had also been called in to scene due to the presence of a Jedi Strike Team in the area.

Marlon Sularen had some experience with the Blackwing Virus himself, having encountered it twice before first during an outbreak within the Kuat Drive Yards decades ago during a Battle between the predecessor factions of the Galactic Alliance for control over the planet and later at Atrisia where another outbreak had occurred as a result of a failed Sith coup attempt on the planet. During both outbreaks, Sularen had sought to develop a bioweapon for usage against his enemies, although his project got hijacked by a Sith Lord by the name of

The Lord of Hunger , a former ally who had betrayed him and usurped control of his own orginization. It was for this reason that he had volunteered to personally lead the Imperial relief force to reclaim the Station taking a portion of the fleet he had brought to Tython, with him on his way to the Orbital Station.

As such, a pair of Imperial III-Class Star Destroyers and a single Tartarus-Class Interdictor would soon emerge from hyperspace arriving infront of the Tython Orbital Station followed by the INV Tyuk, the flagship of the Imperial Navy which was commandered by none other then the Imperial Warlord himself. As the Imperial task force approached the station, Sularen took note of the presence of the Alliance's own fleet and their perimeter around the Tython Orbital Station. It appeared that the Galactic Alliance and the New Jedi Order had arrived first and from the looks of it were trying to establish control of the situation despite the fact that the Station itself was an asset of the Imperial Navy.

"Begin deploying the first wave of reinforcements to the main hangar. I want that hangar secured so that we may have a forward operating base within the station itself to further advance our mission" the Imperial Warlord ordered. Sularen's aide, Colonel

Rackham who stood beside him as always spoke up his gaze fixated on the viewports and the Alliance fleet surrounding the station. "And what of the Alliance Fleet and their perimeter?" he inquired. "I'm sure the Alliance commander is smart and reasonable enough to understand that mutual cooperation between us is more favorable considering there are both Imperials and Alliance forces stuck on that station." Sularen responded. "And what if he proves to be dumb enough to attack us." Rackham further asked. "Then we will annihilate them and their fleet. It's as simple as that. After all i have the bigger guns and more starfighters."

As the first squadron of four HAAGs carrying the first wave of Imperial responders made their way towards the main hangar escorted by a squadron of TIE Brutes, Sularen proceeded to open a communications channel with the Orbital Station as a holographic image of the seated Warlord of the Empire appeared within the bridge of the Orbital Station itself. "This is Warlord Sularen of the Empire to the Tython Orbital Station. Imperial reinforcements are inbound to provide rescue and containment. What is the current situation onboard the station?"

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Tibera Jessen · Oct 19, 2024

When Ran had force pushed the mercenary into the wall, her head had made contact with an alarm box. If it weren't for her thick skull, she probably would have gotten a serious injury! As for now, it probably hurt the box more than it did the hulking mercenary. What she was though, was badly dazed by the minor concussion. "Hate those Jedi tricks..."

After a while Tibera fully regained her faculties and stood up from the floor, her head throbbing as she looked around. There was a trail of oddly colored blood on the ground, leading down the hallway. Round two's bell had just rung, but she was unsure if she could even fight anymore. Regardless, it was probably better to follow the trail. She still had a score to settle with the green witch who knocked her out.

Using her rifle to help herself stand, the mercenary started down the hallway, following the trickle of blood that must have come from the mirialan. They had better have something for her headache at medbay. After rounding a corner she came across a sight that made her blood run particularly cold. It wasn't just Ran, nor her padawan. It was a whole damn squad of Jedi. Her heavy metal boots gave her away immediately, all eyes were on her. To include

Amelia von Sorenn 's particularly chilling visage. Cripes, they really brought the whole cavalry didn't they?

Thinking better than to try and shoot at them, she dropped her gun and held up hands in a display of surrender. "Guess you wouldn't believe I'm here to surrender?" Possibly the worst time to practice one's standup routine. She coughed into her fist before looking over the gathered Jedi. Her only hope was that she could manage some kind of escape rather than ending up in a cell, or a body bag...

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Azurine Varek · Oct 19, 2024

You Shan't Share My Fate

Outfit: Clothing | Right Arm | Glove
Weapons: Lightsaber | Vibrosword

Azurine was no stranger to the horrors of war. She'd been fighting one battle or another constantly since she was ten years old, and it took a lot to send her to a point where she couldn't focus on what was required here. Even this situation was eerily familiar to one of the first battles she had been in when she'd met the team that would eventually become the rebel cell she was part of centuries ago. Any fear she may have had was eclipsed by her steadfast determination to make sure everyone who was still alive here made it off of this station safely.

She didn't follow behind. Rather, she moved beside Valery in tandem, her own inner fire mirroring that of her master in their convictions and commitment to the task at hand. Though she was much shorter than Aris and even Ayhan, she held an air of command about her, as if she wasn't afraid to step up if the situation ever called for such action.

The moment Azzie heard Aris whisper about the approach, she focused on her surroundings. Viewing auras and echos as an affinity had another benefit: being able to use those things in tandem to turn her sight into a radar. It was one of the things that made her such a good pilot . Her vision tinted with a bright orange, as did the outlines of her surroundings.

Her heart skipped. They weren't just coming ....

"They're already here."

On instinct, she took a quick step forward, flinging her yellow lightsaber in an arc in front of them. A thin string of burning fire coiled around her hand, the blade, and outward like a whip across the first line of infected before quickly dissipating in a quick plume of smoke. Their auras held nothing but death and agony, and the fire that now lit the hallway before them, which clung to the few at the front, only managed to illumate the reason for such a thing. Her eyes narrowed, brushing back any fear she felt to convert it into her fuel for the push forward.

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Kahlil Noble · Oct 19, 2024

There was a lot going on.

Kahlil took a breath as he let his eyes close and he let his senses drift to focus elsewhere.

Valery Noble was here. As were the Imperials. Other rescuers and containment operators. Good. He opened his eyes to glance towards the Padawan's as they jolted awake. To Ame's annoyed expression at it, and smiled ever softly. "I'll leave Ran to you then, Cora."

He glanced to Torson, giving the soldier a simple nod. They were going to have to work with the Imperials now, regardless of their prior conflict. "We'll accept your surrender later. The Darkwing virus is something we'll have to escape first. We'll head to the hangar, meet up with the reinforcements to get the Padawan's off the ship."

It'd have to do for now. He pulled his saber from his hip, keeping it close. The Light worked on the undead, so.. He'd make it work. "Can you get them so they can move, Ame?"

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