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Invasion Duracrete Jungle | BOTM Invasion of GA Held Metellos

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LocationEnroute to HellWell
EnemiesGalactic Alliance - Ishida Ashina Ishida Ashina & Bernard Bernard
AlliesBrotherhood of the Maw
EquipmentLightsaber
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The very first lesson taught to the acolytes that grew up in the beginning of the fall of the Sith Empire, at the dawn of a time where Sith began to betray Sith, where the force and lightsabers and all the parlor tricks in the world couldn't save them from being cut down by anyone who might be masquerading as their own, was don't get hit. Armor be damned, the greatest defense wasn't phrikite ore or beskar'gem, the only surefire way to ensure one wasn't cut down unexpectedly by the edge of their own pride was to not risk being struck in the first place -- it was a lesson that she had never witnessed another take to heart, not the literal notion of mitigating harm nor the idea that hubris could be their undoing.

The second was to never underestimate the enemy.

The corner of her lips, curled slightly upwards as they were, inched ever towards her cheekbones as amusement set in with the unveiling of such a haughty entrance. It had seemed that, though she was inclined to take for granted the former, her opponent was certainly lacking in the latter. Metal weaponry was the sort that was generally useless against someone wielding a lightsaber, though she had witnessed several so-called Sith Lords picked apart by something as crude as a cortosis blade at the peak of their arrogance, but even weaponry that she could defend herself against with a stroke of her blade rendered her ability to react to a lightsaber nearly nil - she'd have to choose, and carefully. It was fortunate, then, that the Shi'ido did not favor defense.

She tilted to the side as she sprung forwards, leaning away from the cluster of archaic weaponry, the sort that reminded her of the Pureblood's lanvarok, and brought her saber down in a wide arc as she passed them by. It appeared the Jedi had similar inclinations towards brutality in mind, with her white blade coming in at her at a similar angle as her own saber had been intended to come for her - so she did what she was born to do, what all Shi'ido learned to do in the youth of their species.

She adapted.

Her free hand lifted subtly as her eyes shifted their focus from the woman to the man coming in from behind her, quickly deciding which of her arsenal was meant for whom, and responded to the woman's slash as it rose towards her with a concussive burst of telekinetic force intended to do to the woman what she had done to the perch she had found for herself on the brick wall earlier - cut her out of her element, perhaps distract her even - while she pivoted and pushed off from the ground the moment her foot made contact with it to lash out with her saber at Bernard Bernard with a thrust of her red blade.

"Two is better for me anyway." She sneered.

 
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222ND NOVA CORPS | 512TH LEGION | 312 ATTACK BATALLION
METELLOS | FACTORY DISTRICT | INDUSTRIAL HEARTLAND
Osarla Ridor | Darth Ptolemis
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Gabe turned a curious eye to his master. She was taking a call from the enemy? Despite the constant din of blasterfire and the general cacophony of war he could hear a new sound. It was like a busted Daw 3800 Repulsorlift Engine, but one that hadn't seen a good tune-up in twenty years. Curious he peeked out from behind cover and cursed.

"Skiffs," he muttered, then louder, "Maw War Skiffs!" They were already on them though. The bastard really had just called to distract them. They were dropping men. One fell right on the edge of one of the walkways leading to their location and fell screaming leaving behind splattered blood and a couple of teeth. He winced.

"Moonboys!" Makoma shouted, shouldering his blaster carbine. Gabe shivered. He'd seen holos of these poor people, but never in person. He felt sick. In the Force he could feel the rage and murderous intent but also the intense pain of all of these people. Spaarti clones birthed in days. This was why the Alliance banned cloning. His lightsaber activated with a snap-hiss, the blue blade coming to life just in time to deflect blaster bolts from turrets on the overhead skiffs. Gabe vaulted through a broken window and into the fray as a squad moved up to engage the falling and incoming Moon Children. Gabe used the Force to throw them from the edges where he could, hoping that their end was quick and painless.


 

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Location: Near The HellWell
Allies: The Maw
Enemies: Silas Westgard Silas Westgard
Kyrel would slowly approach his prey illuminated by the red glow of his saber in one hand, and the flashing of Sith runes that came from the dark spear known as the Hunger. The Master of the Knights of Ren would look out to the group, he scanned each face one by one, and finally settled on the boy known as Silas Westguard. He studied the boy, and while he didn’t sense any fear in him unlike the others in the group. Perhaps it was due to the time they spent together inside his interrogation chamber following the failed attempt to deal with the Wrath of the Maw.

His heavy steps against the cold, hard ground would only add to the tension. The way his spear dragged against the duracrete mixed in with the steps was only to be described as unsettling while Kyrel’s black fluid started to trickle down to the ground. “Who is to say that it wasn’t my will that allowed you to leave?” He asked amusingly. He towered over them casting a long shadow. He seemed more of a beast than a man with the intent to kill. With each second the Jedi would soon hear the impatient hiss the spear would let out constantly seeking to drain more energy.

“It hardly matters now. Just know that unlike your friends you won’t die… Today.” He finished with a bloody smirk. In that moment the group of Jedi launched a powerful force push against him. His smirk disappeared as quickly as it appeared, and soon Kyrel was sent crashing into the wall buried into the Duracrete. The impact brought upon the undead man to slam into the wall left an imprint of his imposing form, and for a moment all the Jedi could see was darkness.

For the Jedi there was silence, and a hole in the form of the dead man. What followed the force push was an eerie quiet that almost made one think it was over. However, one would quickly learn that a combined push cannot stop the Maw’s Wrath. The calm was quickly shattered by the loud screech that came from the hole. Those that stared into the abyss would see the screech come in the form of a crimson beam of drawing hunger shoot out. Any unfortunate Jedi caught into the red beam of draining fury would be eaten away. They would be reduced to husks by the spears energy.
 
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Objective: I - Depths of Hell
Location: Metellos - Hell Well
Tags: | Caraxes Xargrodon | Phalsi Drynchen |
Gear: Amulet of Many, Personal Armor, Cybernetic Eye, Thorns,
DC-17m Interchangeable Weapon System, MagPistol x, Scattergun x



Archange​

The priest didn't even raise his blade to deflect his first shot. Which surprised Dominik greatly. Usually any Force User with a lightsaber could deflect a bolt or two, but maybe it was his Amulet of Many blocking his person that also blocked his warning of it coming. Which was quite handy and made Dominik smiled. It also kept him from easily blocking other blaster shots, which only excited Dominik more. He figured their Force Warning would keep them from the danger of the bolts, but it seemed even this energy weapon was dangerous once he was hidden from their divining abilities. Shot after shot hit the priest, though with how many he took meant that either that robe was thick and armored enough to keep him alive or Mawites were a whole other magnitude of tough.

He watched his ally appear with her blade, striking at the priest but he managed to block her, at least. He kept up the fire and watched as he shoved her back before she disengaged her blade, presumably to hide once more. He then began to pray or chant and raise his hands. This didn't look good. Dominik wasn't sensitive to the Force, but all his life he had been around them and into his early twenties he had trained with Sith Assassins in order to learn more about the Force, how it worked and how to see when someone was about to use it. It was a lot of reading body language, the focus in one's eyes, their stance, and a few other factors. But maybe Mawite priests have more bolts loose than Dominik thought because he saw no indication before red force lightning sprang from his fingertips and struck him.

Dominik flew back into the wall, his armor taking the brunt of the damage from the wall and lightning but some still coursed into him, making him convulse and lose pretty much all of his motor function. But he still had enough to raise one arm at the priest, and push a button with his other hand, his fist coming down hard to hit it. Ten Thorns came springing out with little sparks, flying through the air. The Lightning was playing hell with his systems, but the Faraday Cage was hopefully enough to keep something online to target the priest.
 
KILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILL---

Lynda watched as part of the axe came off, and she registered genuine rage in his movements.

DIRECTIVE 4: If your enemy is of Choleric Temper, seek to anger him.

She had some good analysis of his fighting style. Her Jaw slowly healed as her brain processed in the milliseconds of his axe swinging it's approximate destination. The snarl gave away his growing anger.

Even in her blood soaked, gore covered state, she didn't smile. She refused to say anything, or even make an expression, knowing such kind thrived on banter, on the sound of the chit exiting their mouths. Especially his type.

She could see it now, if she tried interacting, or talking with him, or reasoning with him. He would just laugh it off. Clearly used to winning. Clearly used to having the final laugh.

He would have nothing to laugh at when she was done with him. His Mawites would watch as she methodically took him apart, no matter how long it took. He would see the falseness of the three Avatars and their promises before she killed him as painfully as she could possibly manage.

His faith meant nothing to superior technology. Nothing to her.

And she showed it responding to the zeal of his axe swing with relaxed contempt, back flipping away from the swing, tauntingly letting it come within millimeters of threatening to make contact before snatching his chance to hit away.

Lynda landed some distance away, having made note of several environmental factors to exploit but kept it to herself, staring right at him.

Her pulverized lower face had healed up enough that it looked somewhat normal as she kept staring, bloodshot eyes unblinking with her Organic database flashing the Kill Order in her Android subconscious.

Lynda didn't even give him a gesture to attack her, her bloody, mirthless gaze the only thing necessary for daring him to try, to prove his strength if he could.

Come and get me, big boy...come and get me... her bloodshot gaze seemed to say to him without saying it.

If you DARE.



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The duel continued, and Nemris devoted his full attention to the crossing of blades, the conflict of wills that changed the fate of entire worlds. The struggle of Ashla against Bogan, Light against Dark. In that moment it was not simply a battle between a Jedi and Sith, for those terms in relative terms were far too new and ill suiting of the struggle. The war that Nemris and Valery fought, here and now, had been waged countless times across the universes existence. As long as there was two different viewpoints, there would be conflict.

Nemris and Valery were two viewpoints that could not coexist in the same galaxy.

Nemris switched the grip on his left blade, flipping it down after parrying a few quick cuts from his foe. With this new grip, Nemris began an advance, spinning on his heels in a constant tide of movement. The two crimson blades, now in opposite positions much like Valery's own saberstaff, alternated their strikes as Nemris pushed forward. The advantage a saberstaff wielding warrior had over a single opponent was tactically immense, but could be overcome. He had to match speed with speed, ferocity to grace, and force an opening that his two blades could capitalize on.

In between two quick slashes, Nemris felt his footing slip. A small chunk of rock slid underneath his foot, momentarily pausing his constant counter barrage against the Jedi. It was enough of a gap, and Nemris felt the Force built up around Valery. Before he could prepare a counter, he felt himself flung backwards, directly towards metal pipes extending from some debris. Nemris turned to face the pipes, and rather than attempting to break free of the Force Push, he lashed out with his blades as he drew close. The pipes were severed at the base, clattering to the ground around Nemris. A single pipe was not cut, and Nemris reached out with his right foot, hooking it around the pipe and swinging himself up using the momentum of the Force Push.

Turning back to face Valery, Nemris called on the Force himself. He pulled the severed pipes from the ground, flinging them into the air, though not at the Jedi. With a projection of his will, he locked the pipes in place using Force Stasis, and after blocking a few strikes from the Jedi, he leapt up on to the nearest one. Nemris's cloak and robes billowed around him as he ascended to the pipes, and began to strike down at Valery. In this scenario, he had the advantage with his blades, he thought. Moving from one frozen pipe to the next, Nemris would attempt to circle around Valery, keeping her in the center of the floating pipes, and within strike range of Nemris.


Valery Noble Valery Noble Aldric Laurent
 

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Allies: Iris Arani Iris Arani
Enemies: Rannan Kol Rannan Kol
Equipment:
Lightsaber, Jedi jumpsuit, cosaint bracers, meditation amulet

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Aveline drew in a sharp gasp. Finally! That sweet, sweet oxygen filled her lungs once more. Actually, this was hardly the place where the air could be described as anything remotely close to fresh, though Aveline didn't care She could cry. For a moment she really had thought she was going to die. She had opened herself to the Force, ready to accept her fate and... Well, too soon to celebrate. There'd be plenty enough time to die later.

The Light had been beautiful. It had been a taxing effort, yet at the same time, paradoxically, it was reinvigorating. She felt alive. She felt good. For exactly two seconds. There was a great darkness rising. It came from the Sith, though much larger and more terrible than before. It was as if he had... Eaten the light.

Oh kark on a stick. Barely back up to her feet, she was flung back down. She called upon the mental barriers set up through the Force to protect her, but it was like holding an umbrella up against a tsunami and expecting not to get wet. It felt as if her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she made a distorted sound she had never made before.

Did she... Did she pass out for a few seconds? She couldn't tell. There was ringing, chaos, a booming headache and a sudden urge to throw up yet with no ability to do so.

Aveline wasn't sure how she was able to start moving, but she did. It started as a crawl at first, then she was running on all four a few strides before stumbling up to her feet. She was by Iris' side the next moment.

The two were united again, and by feth had it been a battle to get back together. The commandos, the acolytes... They all seemed to be dead. There is no death, only the Force. They had a job, a duty, and wavering now only served the agents of the dark. As long as the Sith stood and the Jedi were still alive (given recent trauma she refrained from thinking of it as 'while the Jedi still drew breath'), they couldn't give up.

"I have you" Aveline extended a hand to Iris, hoping to help her back up. Please be alright, she thought to herself. The thought of facing the Lord alone was daunting. It would surely mean her death, but she meant to see it through if that was the case.

"Told you this place was going to smell" she said, trying to make light of a very grim situation, hoping to blow a bit of spark back into the Knight who had taken the brunt of the mental attack. <We still have a job to do> It was Aveline's turn now to brush against Iris' mind. <We need to close the distance, and fast. Together>

Iris might feel reservation against their minds linking up after what had just happened, but Aveline pushed all the same. She didn't know how, this was Iris' field. She only tried to reverse-engineer what Iris had done to her. Aveline feared the two of them alone could not stand up to the Sith. But together? At least they had a chance.

<Trust me. You said it yourself, we got this. We are one with the Light, the Force>


Hoping to jump-start Iris into bringing back the Mind Meld, Aveline started forming a protective barrier through the Force. She was a rookie, all things considered, but she didn't mean to shield the two of them alone, but rather through impressions sent through the Force, invite Iris to join in. The hope was that they combined their efforts into one great shield.

Ready or not, they had to move. Hoping Iris would be with her, but having no time to wait if she wasn't, she began to jog up towards Rannan. It was the best way to protect her, to stop the Sith. Time to end this, one way or another
 
3RD POST
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AN AGE OF STRIFE STORY

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THE_BLOODHOUND
TRIBAL-WARLORD OF THE SCAR HOUNDS

WARDEN OF RHIGAR & MAR'ZAMBUL
GRANDMASTER OF THE TRI-LUNAR CLIQUE
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BELLIGERENTS
(BOTM
Vs. GA)

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Tags: Keilara Kala'myr Keilara Kala'myr Tu'teggacha Tu'teggacha

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SHRIVEN NO MORE: FIVE FALCHIONS, FIVE HUNTERS - PART 3
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MIRKHEART VALLEY, CAIRN DISTRICT,
NORTH OF THE BLACKSITE, EXEGOL (EARLY-WINTER OF 877 ABY)


'Rejoice while you still can, Raider! We're not alone out he-'

Crunch.

Stomping the skull into obliteration, blood and brain-matter spattered all around Nail's cybernetic suit and across the faces of the Darkhans standing around the last of Mercy's first pursuers, though everyone within earshot cared little and less about the blood at the time, and more intently on the matter that other pursuers were likely in play by then. What made it worse was the fact these Exegolians were much braver in their last moments than the others the Scar Hounds had killed that night, spitting and insulting their tormentors with no reservations on the matter of what the Darkhans would expect to follow after that, threats on which none had dared to waste their final breaths beforehand.

'Fething Hell, brother! Take it easy with that, will ya?'

As he was in the process of silently shaking his head at Nail's messiness, Dreamer stopped to ponder on the statements of Mercy's first wave of pursuers for a while, but also stopped this to make eye contact with Caz so he could ask,'So what's your take on all of this then, Purp? Any of this sound familiar to the one leaving his home turf?', wiping wet skull fragments from the goggles of his gas-mask moments later to get a better look at the demeanour of the Darkhans' de facto assistant-strategist. All of the community from the Mineheel Firm had been evacuated weeks prior, all but the ones who chose to remain for scouting and surveillance purposes, (comprising of little more than twenty of the Twi'Lek's swiftest runners to err on the side of caution for the rest) but there was something in the way he kept tilting his head, almost as if he was choosing to abandon his visual search through the fog in favour of listening for threats instead.

'Karked if I know, Blueskin! Not much else but the usual brand of dark-hearted on Exegol of late - too much going on with Operation: SHADOWHAND.... Emptied reserves and clans alike, effectively rendering Exegol - a ghost planet until everyone returns. All who - remain are the denizens of the treacherous Taskmaster, and we've been dealing with nought but the dregs of that crowd sadly.... Being honest, not much else there is to say, and - making it worse is the fact we've had scant and fewer reports on the ground since. Just traitors all-round as far as I'm aware.'

And the Chiss didn't like it one bit, but instead chose to listen intently - hoping clues could be found in the answer as he hung on every word.

'The Taskmaster's been keeping his cards - close to his chest. Nothing new to worry about anyway.'

'Stop pausing to listen out for something! Its pointless-',
Dreamer started, trailing himself off as he pondered the depth of Cazne's sudden secrecy, realising by then that there was surely more that wasn't being divulged to the group. Then with glowing red eyes widening, the Chiss continued,'Unless it isn't.... Wait a minute! What did you mean by,"Nothing new.", just there? Have out with it already!', becoming irritated enough that he eventually snapped and snatched at his comrade's throat, and in a fashion that was almost too similar to the way the Warlord grabbed Dreamer's throat on Durace. Something was about to transpire, and whatever it was, both the Twi'Lek and the dead Exegolians knew it was likely going to be horrifying for the Scar Hounds to face off against.

'This isn't the time to test my patience, Caz.... Speak, you're free enough to do that at least, are you not?'

But then Caz changed his expression to show he wanted to answer properly, wresting himself apart from the clawing grip of his blue-skinned friend with the sort of determination Dreamer was hoping for, and from the very offset of the problem's occurrence. Growling,'You forget yourself, Blueskin! I'm the one who bullies you in our sparring-sessions together.... And you'll see your fair share of it in our next bout, rest assured!', as he sheathed his Falchion in a gesture of peaceful intent towards the Chiss, the Twi'Lek was clearly keen to get on the move as soon as possible, but holding his ground well enough to handle the immediate matter first. Time was working against them, (this none could deny) but Caz was adamant of his previous wisdom in the matter, as it meant keeping Dreamer's mind from wandering to rumours of Tu'teggacha's brutal eye for experimentation, keeping the mind of a Chiss from dwelling on the deaths of others like him.

'Well, here goes nothing I guess.... There were times, in the Mineheel Durasteelworks and in town as well, when there were signs that we were on the verge of being overrun, times when we knew we needed to run - and hide from a menace we all recognised as threats that were beyond us all to a man.'

But the time for secrecy had passed, and at the most inopportune of moments had given rise to demands for enlightenment, but despite the clan-leader's irritations, there was more to tell and no choice but to reveal the harsh, terrifying truth. Then as soon as he recounted the times the Taskmaster's creations passed through Mineheel Station, the Twi'Lek sighed audibly before he concluded,'Visions, distant babbling screeches, and glowing, red eyes all around the town - stretching out as far as our own could see.... I'm sorry, Dreamer. But the rumours of the Ebruchized are true-', cut short by visions of torture, pain and anguish at the gloved hands of masked scientists, tortures of which Caz had never suffered to such extents in his life. However, these visions weren't just thrown into the young chieftain's in these moments, and in seeing the looks on the faces of the other Darkhans when he snapped out of the stupor, he knew the others had also barely woke up from their own.

'Brothers, as much as it pains me to admit it, I think it's time to cloud our minds with the Spice supply for the next part. No other choice now.... Alright, time to dose up!'

Whoever or whatever was bearing down on them at the time, all the Darkhans knew they needed to hold them off or perhaps even kill them outright if they were to have even half a hope of rescuing their tribal Matriarch. And as the five guardsmen swayed in the fog as their initial highs levelled to something relatively manageable, the Undying saw their Deathless brethren's gesture, hoping it would be their chance to find Mercy as they originally planned, hoping their superiors gave the final word. Fortunately for all involved, Ghoul still possessed a lower-level resistance to the drug, and though his dosages were as high as those of the cyborg for effect, the youngest Darkhan was first to level out and set the wheels of the rescue attempt into motion again.

'Undying.... Go - take our Matriarch home! Get the Mineheel stragglers to safety!'

Nail would be the first to draw his falchion, larger than all the others on account of his hulking cybernetic form, and though he would be the last to level out in the early stages of his intoxication, the onboard circuitry still understood the intent enough to set the human-cyborg into poise with a pressurised hiss. Next was Ghoul, but as conscious as he could have hoped to be, much like the others who followed suit just seconds later. Then by the time they were all ready to fight, the weird babbling and screeches had already begun, revealing the eerie glow of the red eyes the Twi'Lek had only just referred to moments before, and with that, revealing exactly what sort of fight the Darkhans were resolving to endeavour. But instead of feeling fear, excitement would run up and down their spines as the narcotic tingles intensified the sensation to wild new heights, a specific high of which was almost entirely new to the minds of the Five Falchions.

'If we survive this, we'll be legends among the Deathless and the Undying alike.... Best not let the others down, eh?'

Just seconds away were the greatest horrors they'd ever know, but even then, of all with the power to comprehend all things otherworldly, the Darkhans had seen enough to have the luck to count their names among the rest of their sort in the Galaxy. Likely to perceive the hideous, the powerful and the dreadful more comprehensively than most, better in articulation of things they had been able to perceive from mortal perspectives, though there was no way in knowing exactly how the Bloodhound's guardsmen would react to this - and especially not with Caz and Dreamer factored into the ordeal.

'COME ON THEN, YOU UGLY FREAKS!!!! WE'RE READY - GIVE US YOUR WORST IF YOU CAN!!!!'
 
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Objective 1
Allies: Brotherhood of the Maw;
Enemies: GA; Iris Arani Iris Arani Aveline Cuiléin Aveline Cuiléin
Equipment: The Dark Sacraments, Apostles Vestments, Ring

No attack came. Iris Arani Iris Arani had fallen and Aveline Cuiléin Aveline Cuiléin would find herself without obstruction as she went to the Jedi Knight and attempted to revive her. Whether or not she was successful, well that was up to the fates to decide. The trauma either of them had experienced was likely heavy at this point, taking a toll on any reserves of strength. Now was the time to see how deep those reserves went.

As for Kol, he would climb back onto his feet slowly. No longer supercharged but still galvanized beyond the norm by the energy he had absorbed.

By the time Aveline had started jogging towards him he was already on his feet, refocused and letting his attention shift back to her. There was a moment where he admired her commitment but he would not spare her. The Dark Apostle did not understand the concept of mercy. He looked at her and he struck.

The Telekinetic Force that he willed into existence was like a lance that he sent to spear into her stomach. It was capable of piercing deep into the flesh, penetrating into the soft tissue and the intestine beyond alongside the surrounding organs. To any who might see it and describe it, it was like a pure manifestation of the darkside molded and honed into a weapon....

"They say a stomach wound is the most painful way to die."

...he remarked...

"You will feel your bodies toxins poisoning you as blood and bile mix long before darkness takes hold."

...one of the 'Dark Sacraments' had come to his hand by then, the mulberry blade of the lightsaber igniting. He wondered if she would make it as far as him.

As for Iris, he remained aware of her knowing the force wouldn't allow her to be extinguished but strangely curious as to how scrambled her mind might be after the heinous exposure she'd experienced only moments ago.
 




To anyone who knew Zachariel, it would be clear he wasn't angry yet. But he was annoyed, very much so, nearing the threshold where he would cross over into a rage filled area that would see anyone and everyone before him dead. To that effect, his lenses were glowing a soft crimson, rather than their full blare they did when he was truly enraged. Still, he was no less dangerous now, and that danger would simply grow with his rage.

Her lack of response, to even partially trade words with him ticked that annoyance up another level. Most, on either side, would trade words with one another, adding that into the fight. But this one, she refused, and he would make her regret it. She would regret crossing blades with him, regret thinking she could win, and regret not trading barbs.

Lunging forward to strike at her, she dodged the strike expertly before putting some distance between the two of them. The warlord stopped as she leapt away, straightening as he did so to stand opposite her, even as she smirked at him with her eyes, taunting him. For a moment, Zachariel tensed, ready to leap forward again, but then he stopped, and instead he laughed. To all the onlookers, they had only seen a flurry of blows exchanged before the two parted, with Westenra seemingly fleeing from Zachariel.

Laughing, head tilted back, he lowered it to watch his opponent, mirth having taken over his annoyance and anger.
"So, not only are you mute, you're a coward too. Very well child, enjoy your life, and remember your failure."

Turning partially from her, Zachariel began walking away, side facing her as he did. Reaching out into the Force as he moved, the warlord grabbed onto several pieces of rubble of varying sizes, but didn't move them yet. For now, he simply walked away, moving to go deeper into the city. She was a skilled operator, but she was also on the side of good. And those fools always, always had to try and prevent the unnecessary deaths of others, if for no other reason than to prove themselves to one another and themselves better. Smirking beneath his helmet, he simply waited for when she would strike, even as the marauders slowly dispersed, leaving to continue raiding, though some remained to watch or follow after Zachariel.

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Lynda had no intention of letting him leave. She was not fooled: he had caught on, wasn't taking the bait.

She took out a comlink, having remembered something she had arranged before coming here...

"Initiate..." she said.

And then, very calmly she flew high up over Zachariel Steelblood Zachariel Steelblood . She would keep him here. She's flew patiently above him, infuriatingly calm looking even while covered in gibs.

Zachariel had no idea that she didn't care about anybody present. If they could not help her kill Maw, they were functionally worthless. If he had known that she didn't really care, like she hadn't cared at Epoch, his approach might have been different.

House Li-Ves Soldiers loyal to her had been busily at work days before the arrival acquiring bombs. As always, their finger prints and teeth had been removed, and their eyes replaced to maximize the difficulty in properly identifying them, along with the fact they had walked amongst the populace as Civilian inspectors. Some had worked their way to people working in the factories, convincing them it was better to destroy the expensive facilities to prevent the Maw from obtaining them, even if the cost was the economic ruin of their own world thereafter. It was amazing, the level of desperation the Maw could create, to the point where widespread financial misery and ruin was preferable to letting the Maw win. Even if it got dozens or even hundreds of their own killed in the process.

It was the ones who had listened that had planted the bombs the Li-Ves Soldiers had given them.

Bombs which ripped open buildings containing important factory equipment, exploding outward a few blocks ahead and behind of Zachariel, killing hundreds of Mawites in a massive radius around each of the three Baradium based explosives that had been set up in particularly vital plants in this particular area that it was highly likely the Maw would be interested in, no doubt killing Multiple Civilians as well. But they were dead if the Maw got their hands on them anyway, or worse than dead. The Li-Ves Soldiers had even been generous, warning the defenders to evacuate those facilities as fast as possible via an encrypted burst transmission to GA frequencies warning of implanted explosives four minutes before they were due to go off.

It had caused curses. Anger, and confusion. A good many GA had listened and ran for their lives, letting their position get overrun by the Maw. Others had refused to believe it, calling it an enemy trick.

Lynda did not care about this as she landed in front of the warlord in the midst of the blazing inferno in their immediate area. Thousands of Mawites were still around, ravaging the planet in a thousand other battles, but the immediate three city blocks around were shredded, along with the Maw that tried to raid them, and the Civilians and GA soldiers that had defended them, though due more to the efforts of her own underlings than any real care from her, the loss to GA and Civilian personnel had been relatively minimal in comparison to the sudden losses the Maw had suffered, both just trying to breach the defenses of the valuable factories as well how many had actually been close to the blasts themselves.

The Demon of Jedha had not cared about Civilian casualties at Epoch, when her forces had slaughtered simple office workers in the process of destroying Equipment the Maw needed...it was no different here. It was just the cruelty she was willing to resort to had been upscaled. She had done her best to make sure GA Soldiers escaped...and if they hadn't listened, that was their problem.

All that mattered were the hundreds of Maw that had been tricked into rushing into their doom.

To anger him further, to communicate her total disregard, she looked very pointedly at her nails in a vain manner, deliberately lowering her sword guard to try and bait him as she did...


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The Unchained

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Loadout: Mandalore's Lament, Regret, beskar'gam

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Hatred descended upon the Valkyrja, spewing forth in a vicious assault. As he charged toward her, the Unchained sneered through his mask, his words growing in both frustration and volume as he closed the gap. The amount of anger the Demon felt could never be put into words. His opponent's very existence mocked him, tarnishing his well-earned victory upon the field of battle on Tython...

She had to die.

"Your precious goddess means nothing to me. You will die all the same!"

Mandalore's Lament lashed out, hoping to find purchase...

And yet, found none.

The shift in the empyrean was swift, leaving Khamul only a brief moment to react as the Valkyrja's weapon slashed toward him. His body turned, spinning in mid-air as he brought his own blade in front of his neck, deflecting his opponent's blade away. A vicious chuckle emerged from behind his blank, masked gaze as he knocked the weapon away from his neck, his disgust for the Valkyrja making itself all the more apparent with each passing moment.

"Parlor tricks, nothing more!"

His riposte came with a swift vengeance, slashing in an upward cut toward her face. His free hand reached for his secondary blade, drawing Regret from its sheath and swinging it into an immediate draw cut toward her leg. Perhaps she would block the blows, or perhaps she would teleport once again. Whatever came of his back to back attacks, Khamul would continue his onslaught. He would continue to push the offensive as long as possible, until he could finally bring her existence to a more permanent end.

"The only certainty in life is death..."

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Appearance: Link
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Tag: Aldric Laurent | Darth Nemris Darth Nemris


"Keep safe, Val, I have to reposition."

Hearing his voice after that attack from Darth Nemris Darth Nemris was the bit of relief that she needed to maintain her composure and continue the fight the way she had been. Aldric was safe and while she could feel that he hadn't gotten through it completely unscathed, she could take solace in the fact that she would be able to rely on his support again shortly. With that in mind, she charged after the Sith Lord, even though she felt the danger of his plans echoing through the Force.

The telekinetic push had launched him away, interrupting his sequences and giving them all a momentary pause they could use to turn their numerical advantage against him again. But after he settled on top of the pipe he had left intact, she watched as the others began to float, offering him platforms between which he could move to strike against her. She had the option to use them as well but understood that he'd likely not keep them frozen if she tried.

Not wanting to risk being off-balanced in mid-air, she remained grounded and changed her tactics very abruptly. Up until now, she had fought rather aggressively, hoping that pressure would force him to stay with her so that Aldric could help make the difference. Right now, she flipped that around and focused on the defensive patterns of her saberstaff only, allowing her to cover herself against strikes from varying angles. But rather quickly, she learned that it wasn't something she wanted to sustain for very long, as one of his crimson blades clipped her shoulder.

She bit through the brief flash of pain and while she stood in the center of the floating pipes, she tapped into the Force and compressed its power within her chest. Then, with incredible explosive force, she allowed the Force Repulse to expand out from her as the center with enough force to vaporize the metal pipes and debris around them, and either catch the Sith with its destructive power or force him to retreat back to evade the attack, which would hopefully place him back within Aldric's sights.


<C> "Need some pressure on him, love!" She called out after the blast left her body. "It's time to end this."


 



Objective: II - Unto the Breach
Location: Aboard the Caragol in orbit around Metellos
Tags: Kaine Hamilton Kaine Hamilton | Brodan Dobson Brodan Dobson | Syndulla Command Syndulla Command | Open


    • (1) Caragol - Akûz Flagship (2,000m)
      • Shields 88% | Armor 98% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
    • (2) Crucifix Class-2 Destroyer (4,000m)
      • Brakka
        • Shields 87% | Armor 97% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • K’rggah
        • Shields 88% | Armor 96% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
    • (4) Crucifix Class-1 Destroyers (7,200m)
      • Varak
        • Shields 79.5% | Armor 92% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Ra’jaka
        • Shields 77% | Armor 92% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Faerûn-V’okath
        • Shields 86% | Armor 97% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Mela’giroth’vaim
        • Shields 81% | Armor 93% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
    • (8) Bhorgoth Destroyers (10,000m)
      • O’goroth
        • Shields 90% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Ligash
        • Shields 90% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Io’eth
        • Shields 83% | Armor 94% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Akash
        • Shields 87% | Armor 96% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Ri’noam
        • Shields 90% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Arv’inash
        • Shields 81% | Armor 92% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Bakavh
        • Shields 92% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Enakh
        • Shields 89% | Armor 99% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
    • (10) Ra'kazar'agh Cruisers (10,000m)
      • Bezarakh
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • H’roggoth
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • A’ashbenaz’ungol
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Cimeno’ath
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Re’oam’ak
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Khand’evaim
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Ni’meloch
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Ganakh
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • U’toch
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Jenakh
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
    • (32) Vagabond Raider Frigates (16,000m)
      • Cleaver
        • Shields 71% | Armor 88% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Jocasta
        • Shields 90% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Colonial Transport #37(Former GA Designation)
        • Shields 82% | Armor 96% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Rotund
        • Shields 77% | Armor 88% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Ren’fiki
        • Shields 66% | Armor 81% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • C-7475-Alpha(Former NIO Designation)
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • A’gash
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • A’enak
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Vak
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Ikbal
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Chronakhal
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Xinoan
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Razorback (Former Eternal Empire Designation)
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • ANV Fatima (Former GA Patrol Craft)
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Desecrator
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Sev’Tok
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Empress Tetah II
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Mine Hauler #AV-037
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Begaan
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • ENS Feltic (Salvaged Eternal Empire Science Vessel)
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Khandar
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Vekht
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Mollach
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Stabba
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • The Ram Skull
        • Shields 71% | Armor 82% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Gromandach
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Mine Hauler AV-#047
        • Shields 83% | Armor 90% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • ANV Swyft (Former GA Patrol Craft
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • ANV Eros (Former GA Patrol Craft)
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Mining Hauler #AV-004
        • Shields 0% | Armor 0% | Power 0% | Subsystems 0%
      • Striega
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • BRAAAM
        • Shields 0% | Armor 0% | Power 0% | Subsystems 0%

    • (8) Bhorgoth Destroyers (10,000m)
      • Nagash
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Bro’kaah
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Kraaj
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Eypa
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Baga Lopech
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Deeping Maw
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Loerekh
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Shaak
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
    • (4) Ra'kazar'agh Cruisers (4,000m)
      • Malediction
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Blasphemy
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Dark Apostle
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Rath-Lakatha
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
    • (8) Vagabond Raider Frigates (4,000m)
      • Memory of Tython (Salvaged GA Frigate)
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 88%
      • Banga’ Rott
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Colonial Transport #111(Former GA Designation)
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Flaaaka
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • C-5720-Besh (Former NIO Designation
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Maelus
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Kr’ogal
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%
      • Scaag
        • Shields 100% | Armor 100% | Power 100% | Subsystems 100%


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The Alliance defenses did not disappoint.

The majority of the blockade protecting the planet from the Mawite onslaught opened fire on the Final Dawn fleet that was attempting to keep their distance, but that did not mean Akûz and his ravagers did not meet their own unique challenges.

The interdiction mines set throughout the engagement zone pulled several battle lines out of lightspeed prematurely, disrupting the formation and forced a handful of smaller craft out of position. Explosive charges attached to the interdiction mines detonated and nearly disabled them, but the larger Mawite vessels surging forth inadvertantly did the deed for them.

The Caragol, along with the line of Crucifix star destroyers plowed through them, causing the BRAAAM and a retrofitted mining hauler to erupt into a storm of debris alongside several others.

"Lord, we've lost several Frigates upon entry due to an interdiction mine field. It would appear we are in the midst of it!"

Akûz grimaced at the report, but wasted little time in taking command of the situation. He pointed a gauntleted fist at the comms officer:“Kirjis ri kinima'ija yirsansiw an dniti zo qo!”

At his command, the Raz'kazar'akh cruisers maneuvered toward the front or the battle line, forming a wedge intermixed with the Crucifix tip of the advance. Battle hymns of protection rumbled in the depths or the warships, collectively calling upon the force and drawing upon its power. Ripples formed around the wedge, casting the mines in the fleet's wake much like how aquatic vessels of ancient times cast aside obstructions in the waters before them.

As the Kragamond surged forth, a transmission echoed through the bridge.


"This is Admiral Kaine Hamilton of the Final Dawn to Akuz the Ravager. My Fleet has come under heavy fire from enemy long-range hypervelocity platforms and cannot advance without risking taking severe damage. I will require for your forces to clear out those platforms if my fleet is to be able to join yours and engage the Galactic Alliance's Primary Fleet directly."

The warlord clenched his hand into a fist before he spoke again, his back straightening in his command throne as he spoke again: “Tumora saud ant ri ant ri harsosûti irsosûtija- kûrsosûti timias âtiniza shorja ri midwan iw Bidir.”

Even as the initial Alliance volley smashed against the forward shield arrays of the lead ships, the massive autocannon and turbolaser emplacements unleashed upon the defense platforms anchoring the Alliance line. Although Akûz did not personally acknowledge the request from Admiral Hamilton, the maneuver would be obviously on response to the Admiral's request. For good measure, the warlord's personal aide responded over the comm - his voice a smokey and gravely hiss over the channel: "Your requesssst has been acknowledged, Admiral..."

The fleet doggedly advanced forward with steady progress behind the wedge, mass fusilades cascading upon the Alliance lines in a steady bombardment. The Wartribe was growing closer, and it would be only a matter of time until they crashed like a tempest upon the Alliance blockade itself.

  • Several ships are lost upon initial entry to the engagement zone.
  • The warsingers within the Razkazaragh cruisers use mechu deru on a large scale to displace mines on the fleet's path
  • The wartribe's capital ships unleash with their auto cannons, mass drivers, and turbolasers upon the center of the Alliance defensive line.
  • The kragamond host advances forward on a direct course toward the Alliance fleet.
  • Order the War Singers to clear a path!
  • Focus fire on the on the central platforms - show these Alliance dogs the power of Bogan.


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Location: Near the HellWell
Objective: Stop the ritual
Tag: Kyrel Ren Kyrel Ren

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He only got out because of his will? no, it couldn't be right. Silas got out from his instincts alone, not because Kyrel had simply let him go "Please, don't try and twist your words me" he grunted back on his own accord, letting him speak for himself rather than getting others to reply for him. Even if he didn't believe it, a part of him was starting to believe that Ren wasn't lying. Although, his next comment seemed to snap him out of his thoughts to send a force push his way with the rest of them.

Kyrel went flying through the wall at a fast speed, leaving the outline of his hulking body in his wake. Silence soon followed and the Jedi still stood at guard "Is he dead?" one of the other more experienced padawans asked, confident that no living person could survive such force. Everyone other than Silas was starting to think the same, up until a blood curdling scream erupted from the hole that housed the brute.

A beam shot towards the Jedi in a flash, making contact with three of them as they fell to the floor screaming in agony. Silas managed to dive into a side alley to the right while the remaining survivors went to the left, cutting them in two so close to their destination <<"Silas, go! we will regroup closer to the objective!">> the knight in charge of their group commanded as they retreated away from Kyrel.


As he got up and ran, he saw the squirming bodies of the Jedi still screaming from the pain they were going through. It forced him to remember what happened on his ship, and the guilt he felt from not being able to help them. Trying to keep himself cool, he soon began to passively defend his mind like what Valery Noble Valery Noble taught him. The padawan wasn't going to let him access his mind, not again.

Jogging forwards, he ignited his lightsaber and swiftly ran toward the well. As he went along, he could only feel Kyrels presence get stronger. His breath was quickening but his will to survive was even greater.

 

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THE PINK JEDI OF ATRISIA
NEW JEDI ORDER
THE HELLWELL - METELLOS
Aaran Tafo Aaran Tafo | Jasper Kai'el Jasper Kai'el
Nal'Khem Szat Nal'Khem Szat
1 x Songsteel Katana | 1 x Songsteel Wakizashi | 1 x Lightsaber
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The monologuing she heard well enough. The corners of her mouth took a faint downturn at the words. The posturing. The bald-faced threat. Where her master might have rolled his eyes, had he any, her nose wrinkled at the stench of dishonour. As if she could expect the Sith to have any.

"I'll keep him busy. You two take what pot shots you can. Precision over speed."

Her eyes flicked over to Aaran, ‘Yes, Master,” and she watched him nearly blink into the Sith’s melee range - maybe she could be as fast, given time - before moving closer to Jasper, who was starting to weave his light, and set aside her concerns for those she knew that were elsewhere in this place, when her friend who was right here queried her ranged skills.

“I have very little experience with it,” she admitted, then eying his bow. “And none with archery,” her brows lifted faintly, “but I have witnessed it in action.”

She used to watch the kyūdō students that practised in the same complex that her father’s sensei’s dojo was situated in. Often, her father and his sensei would be further discussing her kenjutsu in preparation for an upcoming assessment, or planning her further training after the fact, and she would go looking around to pass the time until they were done, or required her presence.

“I’m willing to attempt it.”

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The monster before him raised her hands, a sign of surrender, though the lightsaber hilt remained within her fingers.

It was difficult to gauge the sincerity of the response, given the mask on her face, though Jand was willing to follow through on his offer. But that didn't stop him from being cautious or prepared. Even if things progressed in such a way as to have the Sith give up, Jand would remain vigilant and anticipate subterfuge, because to let one's guard down around an enemy was foolhardy.

There was a moment, as the Sith spoke, naming herself and sharing her past Sith moniker - Darth Sokar. The name was vaguely recognized, perhaps from a lesson in the Jedi Temple, or a passing passage in the library. Though, what made Jand surprised was the mention of being branded a traitor. That certainly wasn't common, as far as his - admittedly limited - knowledge seemed to tell him and opened his mouth to respond--

Wrist lasers!

--when suddenly Starfall fired two shots at the ceiling above him. Jand didn't need to look up to know the damage to the already damaged duracrete was enough to cause some kind of collapse or debris. Instead, the Nagai activated his lightsaber, almost to the same second his opponent did, and began to rush toward her as Starfall got to her feet and leapt into the air. The Padawan had only been able to keep pace because of their respective starting stances - him prepared, her on her knees.

She was fast, unnaturally so.

Jand slid on the damp and wet floor, increasing his distance from the falling ceiling, as he crouch-skidded and swung an arc with his blue blade over his head. The defensive strike was intended to make the opponent reconsider striking downward, to deflect the rapidly approaching red blade, and maybe even catch a leg or foot.

When Jand stopped, he spun and came up into a picture-perfect Djem So defensive stance, his blade held across his body, gray eyes locked on the masked combatant. His Nagai reflexes had helped, but the Padawan knew he would have to bolster himself with the Force, though if he could delay that it would help...

"Yet, you are here, with the Maw," Jand said, curious, even though his opponent didn't seem too reliable a source. "Does that not make you one of them? A ravager using the dark side, one aligned with Sith?"

As far as Jand knew, the Brotherhood of the Maw were Sith, or at least some variation of them. Perhaps it came down to philosophical or religious perspectives, but either way the fight had begun, and Jand needed to focus; and that meant concentrating on his blade work, steeling his mind against the sinister echoes of darkness throughout the area, and avoiding death at the hands of Starfall.

"It makes me wonder what you might have done, to be branded a traitor by Sith," Jand wanted to keep the monster thinking, keep her occupied, though realistically he doubted such a tactic would work on an experienced dark side user. "It must have been dire..."

Jand shifted, as he focused on maintaining his footing and balance. That was key. As a Nagai, his life had been focused around weapons, and even in Jand's dozen and a half years, he had faced a number of opponents both in honor duels and on Jedi battlefields... but he didn't let that make him overconfident.

Overconfidence was death.

With a shift to the right, Jand pivoted his lightsaber into a left-to-right slash, aimed at the upper body of Starfall. And once the strike was made, he stepped back, and leveled his weapon at shoulder height to send two short thrusts at Starfall, to test her response and speed - he wanted to see what the monster did...

 
Y’sanne Stradd
Heathen Priestess, Reverend Mother, Priestess of the Dark Three, High Priestess of the Scar Hounds Tribe
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Objective: To carry out the will of the Avatars.
Location: HellWell, Metallos
Equipment: Sacrifical Dagger | Sacrifical Dagger | Staff | Crown | Amulet of Many
Units: 2x Pontifical Palatini (members, not units) | Large group of Ri Wodasir | The Martyrs
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Y'sanne raised her eyebrows for a moment, not really understanding why she had started mentioning Dathomir. The priestess wasn't interested in that place at all, and it was far from the Maw's territory, not least because there was nothing left of interest in the place. The survivors are scattered, the few who survived the genocide.

"If you want to protect Dathomir, why are you here? Shouldn't you be there and fighting the Empire?" she asked mockingly. "They wiped out all the witches who could not escape because they all worshipped Zambrano as a god. If that's why you want revenge, go away child, and study history at first."

Oh! Now it was beginning to become clear to her. The child was greatly mistaken. Y'sanne, although she could have been called a witch mostly based on her abilities or her teaching, since she was not a Sith, she was not a Dark Jedi, she was not even a Knight of Ren. But she was never a Dathomirian witch either. She had abilities and knowledge that looked like it or came from it, but didn't. The woman was touched by the Dark Three and the Bogan, it had nothing to do with those witches.

"Child, I am not a Dathomirian witch. I am one of the Heathen Priests, we serve the Dark Three, the three Avatars, War, Death and Rebirth."

She was wrong, Y'sanne was aware that the New Sith Order had taken control of the Priesthood a long time ago, but she resisted. She served Solipsis, since he was still a religious figure, but she no longer believed in Mori. So she began to expand her power within the Maw behind the backs of the Sith to regain the Priesthood's independence and its old power and reputation. She wanted to destroy the Sith, and they didn't control her. She maintained the appearance, but nothing more.

"You are naive and see everything in black and white. The reality is much more than that… and both sides are equally bad. I was a Jedi, I was Ashla's priestess before I saw the truth of the Dark Three, the real truth. I don't care about Jedi or Sith. Both ways are the stunted, outdated ways of the past. You do not know anything. The only true path is the one the Dark Three hold. A world where there will be no more Sith and Jedi, an end to their constant and pointless war. Let's face it, it's really boring that they can't show anything new for thousands of years, just say and do the same mantras, over and over and over. Boring and outdated."

Disgust appeared on her lips at the last offer. Y'sanne sacrificed her old personality, her old body, for this gift, and the Dark Three gave this body to her.

"I did this voluntarily, I fought… I died… I was reborn, I became worthy of the will of the Dark Three. And now I do their will. Thanks to them, I have become more, I have become better and I can see the truth."

She looked down at the child for a moment.

"Instead of your attempts... answer my question instead. The Jedi despise, look down on, and hunt witches just like the Empire does. How can you deify and follow those who want your sisters dead? Who also tried to exterminate them? Does your conscience accept this? Or have you been brainwashed by the Jedi to such an extent that you even throw away your pride as a witch, and bow down to the Jedi so that they will spare you? If you think they will accept you, you are wrong. They are waiting for the slightest mistake and will destroy you like the others. What is more important to you? The pride of your people and your sisters, your Dathomirian lineage, or your life? Although apparently your pride has already been broken and they are holding you in chains and pulling you around according to their will. You are no longer a witch… you are a traitor. I hope you know this." she asked her. "If you truly consider yourself a witch… you choose your people and not their enemies."

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Lady Eina L'lerim-Vandiir
The Light of Ashla

Champion and Avatar of Ashla || Empress Regent of the Eternal Empire
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Objective: Try to found information about her mother and help the souls.
Location: HellWell, Metallos
Equipment: Sverð Fyrstr (swords) | Ljósspjót (spear) | Skrúð Engill Fyrstr (armour) || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m || Current appearance
Writing With: Khamul Kryze Khamul Kryze | Closed
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  • Eina attacks back and tries to kick Khamul in his head.
Eina #1
Khamul #1
Eina #2
Khamul #2
Eina #3
Khamul #3

"How do you hope to kill what literally never lived?" she asked gently.

Since Eina had never lived in the normal sense, she had always been just a Force Entity, who now knew that she was able to exist because of Ashla. It was the "goddess" who created the girl at the moment when the souls of the woman's mother and father intertwined and touched each other, as a sort of farewell. She didn't know it for a long time, but it became obvious after her death. But back to the present; she still felt his hatred and anger. She was teleported away from the first attack.

She knew that this would only annoy the man, but she did it anyway. And the man attacked, this time with two weapons. Eina pulled her head back and raised her legs so the blade cut in front of her face touching the transparent energy shield and the other blade below her legs. They were still in the air and fighting there. As a matter of fact, the woman had little opportunity to fight while she was flying and thus using her wings. Until now. When Eina raised her leg, she tried to kick the man in the head.

Anyway, she was constantly defending and attacking, with both weapons. She is used to the fact that many people use the second weapon only for defence, not for attack. This was not the case with Avatar. So for her it looked like attack, defence, attack. Alternately, but with both hands. Sometimes she attacked with her right hand and defended with her left, or attacked with her left and defended with her right. But sometimes she attacked with both or defended with both. Just how the dance move came out against the man.

In each case, she attacked a weak point, bends or thighs, the parts where the armour protected her opponent less. She moved rather quickly, picking up the rhythm that Khamul used.

"You are wrong. Mortals attach so much importance to death, even though it is only the gateway to a new path, a new beginning. One thing is certain in life, HOPE." she told him.

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