Junction Episode I: Shadows of The Mara Corridor | RNR & BSS Junction of Mara Mega Hex & Drogheda

[Morex]

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| Location | Train, Monastery
| Objective | III - Ticket to Ride

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The newcomer's arrival made the fight a bit more hectic, but the Thyrsian lived for it. As K4-ZAN's move was interrupted, so to was the lethality of the duo, but his fist still managed to connect with the man's jaw, a grin forming under the faceless helmet. Morex watched as Lorn struggled and dropped to one knee, ready to follow it up with a downward strike to keep him down. The enforcer's eyes snapped to the sudden movement of his opponent's hand, watching as it reached for their belt. ​

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Shit. He thought to himself as a flash of gold ignited and swung out at his midsection, the tip of the blade making contact with the outer layer of his armor as he was forced to take a step back or get cut in half. He muttered a string of curses under his breath as he put himself a few steps away, glancing down at his armor which glowed and had been melted where the blade had grazed, reaching down to check with his fingers to see if he would feel the stinging pain of his flesh having been cut underneath. Nothing, but it certainly was a warning to Morex to be more careful now that his opponent had drawn his weapon. He called out to his droid companion, "If I catch a lightsaber in the back I'm beating your ass afterwards bucket head."​

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His attention turned back to Lorn as he smirked from beneath his helmet, "Come on big fella, let me make that face of yours even prettier. Gotta pull out your lightsaber to win a fight? Come and get some coward." He jeered at Lorn, holding out his arms as he motioned with his fingers to come at him. "You're on my train pal, so either step up or get the kark off." The taunts came as he invited his opponent to come at him.​

K4-ZAN | Lorn Reingard | Bastila Sal-Soren

 

[Magdalena Bloodscrawl]

Magdalena felt the draining effect cease as the crystal was destroyed and U40a was significantly damaged.

Still deformed and rippling, Magdalena considered just finishing the job and ending him as he made a desperate break for her own portal...but decided against it, simply hissing a spell in a strange language that would alter the destination of the portal to a random area in the jungle far away from where she was depositing her stolen items. She even stood deliberately out of the way, just so the Droid would know beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was letting it flee.

It would not be without cost. She had added effects in her hissed spell that could potentially sabotage its comm systems and memory of the fight, hopefully preventing it from signaling its location as well as providing data to its employees. After what it had just put her through, it could stand to wander around the jungle. She wasn't sure why she was being so merciful to a floating boombox... perhaps she felt going out of her way to destroy the boombox was beneath her, and petty.

Once it had vanished into the portal, Magdalena would continue her petty theft of train artifacts, delivering them to the High Republic...

 

[Jerec Asyr]

Dissappearing below the carriage body and out of sight as she clung to a clump of ducting or pump tubes.

"Not what I meant–" Words hissed as she tried to keep from becoming part of the scenery.

Jerec just barely managed to swap his vine situation for a slightly better vine situation, which parabolad him clear of the train and its many half-looted treasures. The forest canopy rushed around him. He reached out and tried to feel especially Ithorian (a sore subject as he was culturally Corellian, born and raised) and caught a second vine.

His four-throated howl permeated the forest as he tried to control his trajectory. But the forest had a mind of its own and it welcomed its lost son at high velocity.



SUMMARY: Jerec swings away into the forest.