Fate of the Duels (PVP Thread)

[Cathbodua]

Location: Hanger Crate going near room 3
Allies: [member="Jericho"] [member="Connor Harrison"]
Enemies: [member="Kami Meran"] (engaging)
Role: White Mage

She moved and watched while the caltrops seemed to vanish but that was fine when the cord and weight came at the crates she had ducked behind. Harder to wrap around ones limbs when they are hard to see or they have something else there when she was looking over the different things standing there as the optical camo from the crystal coating went away. The jedi didn't need to bring her sabers out yet but stayed there at the ready for an attack while selecting with the toolkit what she wanted to use and to improve her mobility dropped the weight pack on her back. "We might have the same goals but mandalroians are notorious for turning anything into a weapon.... I wouldn't want to risk them having an actual weapon in their own hands." So she would stun her and selected the paddle beamer while moving there and winking. THe caltrops would detonate after being thrown after a small time to saturate the area and the paddle beamer was a very impressive stun weapon while she came near the locked doors. "I am going to get through this door and see what they have but I'll use stun equipment on you." She hip fired the beamer from her wrist system to try and stun the girl with a cut shot while plummeting the omnislasher into the door with the ultrasonic vibration cells slicing into the metal.

 

[Matreya]

Location: Hangar
Enemy: [member="Rylan Thatcher"]

His opponent wanted it, and luckily it happened. Valashu was a mogul, owning a multimillion credit fiscal war company. The sounds weapons made were like second nature, he could tell a slugthower, and that its rounds were heavy durasteel. Sure, his suit could hold, hell in fact it would do zero real damage. However the pressure of it hitting the suit, would fracture bones at the least.

So he released the arrow, and flipped high and backward. The shots continued to rain toward him even as he moved, but the man had no way to know this simply worked to his plan. There was much occurring already that would end up being beneficial down the line.

As he landed though, he should be just out of line of sight. The instant instinct was his strongest skill: White Current illusions. Some of the most potent illusions to ever be made are White Current, as to tell the difference the caster would need to mess up, or the observer had to have a decent amount of intuition with the Current. He was a Master of this skill; hopefully the other had no real skills in it.

To distract, he sent out an image of himself lurching to the right to race for cover again, all the while he himself went to the left, toward the man, to circle behind him.

 

[Kami Meran]

location room 1
objective try noy to p*ss off my sisters doctor
alies. ?
enemy anno every one?

[member="Cathbodua"]
" Id rather team up if it's all the same. any freind of Lyth's is a freind of mine" she said before thinking.
" Tell you what. you got 5 creds? " a stun bolt passed her head " SHESH I WAS ONLY ASKING."

 

[Cathbodua]

Location: Hanger Crate going near room 3
Allies: [member="Jericho"] [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Kami Meran"]
Enemies:
Role: White Mage

She was looking at her and kept slicing into the door while she was moving. Releasing some of the things before switching the wrist weapon to get one of the cutting lasers so she could start slicing at the doors. "Alright then, move up and focus on what we can find, search through the crates and keep the others off of my back. I'll get through the doors and we'll be trying to see what they sealed up in here." She could keep attacking but the doctor was prepared for anyone else that might be coming as she crouched down with the omniblade letting it move along the door to slice through the metal of it as the smallest molecular levels. Cathbodua was listening for if Jericho needed her medical techniques.

 

[Darth Abyss]

The omega. A weapon of long unseen destructive potential, waiting for whoever was strong ans smart enough to make it his own. The omega was the start and the end of the once mighty one sith empire, to key to claim a final victory that would leave the galaxy in ruins, that would grant revenge for all those days they had to suffer.

Darth Abyss stood in the hanger, his mask hiding most of hid face, and his ragged robe shrouding his body in darkness. It was the opportunity he had hungered for all these days, a reason to continue a fight he had lost months ago. Whoever would control the omegs would control the fate of the known galaxy, and he was more than dedicated to be that individual.

The second he set foot on the cold metal ground, a crimson red glow ignited above his right, the blade of hid lightsaber hoovering in the air ready to slaughter anyone in range. His other weapons had been hidden under his robe, in his shoe and in any other place he could think of. A cortosis dagger, the perfect counter for any lightsaber, another knife, imbued with a strong and deadly poisen. A slugthrower, small and almost silent, different grenades and even a set of fiberwire. He knew that today he had to use any trick, and ruse, any tool he had as his disposal, or else he would be bested by those who would stand against him.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Location: A ship that's about to crash-land in the hangar. I will belanding in the approximate middle of the room, between the shuttle and the TIE fighters on our handy map.
Allies: Entirely unhelpful ghosts which I may or may not be hallucinating.
Enemies: Probably like half of you. Maybe more. Whoops.
Objective: Seize control of the situation if I have to bludgeon it into existence.


(OOC: DYNAMIC ENTRY GO!!!!)


Aboard the Huute Haamu, Vorhi's ancient and somewhat modified (but still weaponless) HWK-290, many things were occurring. The most important of these was an engine fire. The least important of these was a trio of ghosts sitting in a circle spouting nonsense. Somewhere in between these events was an angry monk with a blindfold on, using a fire extinguisher and cursing vehemently.


"Okay, you guys need to stop that chanting right now. Either give me some useful advice, or shut the feth up!"


In all fairness, the ghosts probably couldn't hear his orders over the fire alarms. They were fairly loud. As was the fire. And the cursing. The ghost simply continued their deliberation. "Omega...." the fattest ghost rasped out, a short, pudgey humanoid "...must not be awakened.....it is too dangerous still."


The tallest ghost scowled. He looked like a Muun, but even thinner and more angular. Every edge of him could cut glass. "Omega will cleanse this galaxy. It is necessary!"


The third, a strange, oozy species which Vorhi hadn't identified, chirped in a cheerful feminine voice. She probably wasn't even speaking basic, just force-blurting whatever it was. Stupid ghost logic. "We shall see...as we agreed, our champion can settle the answer," she said with a laugh. Was it a laugh? Or just a gurgling noise. Ah, hell.


Vorhi frowned, smelling of smoke. The warning siren was off. He'd put out the fire.


He looked at the ghosts. "I followed you jerks out here....now tell me. Waht does this Omega thing do?"


"The truth will come in due time," the thin, tall figure grunted.

The Amorphous one made a squishy noise of affirmation.


Vorhi frowned. "Okay, Vorhi. Appraise the situation. Quit pretending this oracle stuff is gonna solve it all--it won't. Go with your instincts. Hidden Sith facility. Bunch of force-wielding maniacs fighting over the right to some kidn of doomsday device, or whatever the hell these ghost are going on about. Best suit up...."


Vorhi mentally inventoried his gear. Five sticks of detonite, one can of spray adhesive, his lucky gloves, three flash-bangs, his favorite hat, a gourd with enough wine to keep him buzzed should he get too hurt, spiritual vision, a bad attitude, a doctorate in archaeology, what else did he need? He looked up at the ceiling and took a deep breath. He centered his thoughts.


I'm the blind oracle. I can do this. I've been through worse.



As Vorhi approached the pinnacle of a unified mind and body, two things suddenly interrupted his meditative focus. The first was a new alarm blaring that a collision was detected. The second was the stunnign realization that literally no one else was in the ship to land it.



"KAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!"





Vorhi Alestrani panicked and grabbed the wheel, deploying the landing gear a littler too late as he cam careening into the hangar, the landing gear breaking off as he spun out, friction and shock compensation making a large scorch patter on what was once a rather immacualte floor, as most imperial inspired architecture is. The monk frowned, now upside down in his pilot chair, grunting. "Waht," he said in annoyed tone, "No witty repartee from the ghostly peanut gallery?"


"Activate Omega, do not fail this galaxy," the tall one said.

"Do not activate it, you will doom us aaaallllll," the fat one countered.

The gooey one made some kind of noise that was like a fart mixed with a laugh. Vorhi wished he had eyes so he could roll them and then glare at the three of them. "Got it. Big doohickey is a big deal. Thanks for nothing," He flopped out of the chair, landing with the practiced grace of someone who regularly crashed his ship. He smirked. Not a bad landing for an old blind man......

 

[Ordo]

Location: Entry Via room 1
Enemies:
Allies:
Objective: Assess the situation.

The ship dropped out of hyperspace like a stone into a pool of midnight water. It's size was substantial for a tramp freighter but an old YT-2000 was nothing special in this day and age. He had not wanted to come, he hadn't wanted to leave home for a very long time, but he was called to aid the Clans and when he was needed he found a way. The matte black ship's engines flared blue as it began toward the looming behemoth.

Ordo slowly stood from the pilot's seat. The old leather groaning in relief as the hard beakar plates were lifted from its surface. He pressed a hand on the cockpit viewport and looked up and out for nearly as far as he could see. It was enormous. It was as if the largest space station he'd seen had been given engines. He couldn't believe his eyes.

A warning klaxon blared as the distant fleets sent more than a few stray blast his way and his choices became few. If the Sith were to keep this ship, worlds, governments, everything would die. It had to be taken, stopped, or utterly destroyed.

He quickly aimed his ship for the nearest hanger and found his chances for entering unhindered were few if any. There would be a fight. Without further concern he pulled the ship into landing procedures and got the ship as near the left back wall as he could before jogging to the ventral hatch and checking his gear. His armor was good as things went. His blaster, an old Mandalorian Ripper, and his Beskad, old beskar, would be enough, but he kept the lightsaber on his belt in case he needed a can opened.

He dropped from the hatch and began moving toward the nearest door (toward area 2) and hoped for the best. So far, so good.

 

[MoonClaw]

Location: Hanger
Allies: Accepting applications
Enemies: Accepting Applications
Objective: Make a mark.

​

​

​

Death was just the beginning, or maybe the end.​

​

Arcanus sat on the hull of a ship. It was a clean ship, clean in that it had no markings and everything was wiped making it a ship unbound to any person or organization. On the hull he meditated, his thoughts were chaotic, but in the chaos he found clarity. He had been gone for so long, yet everything was new, fresh. He had successfully repaired his armor and mastered the ability to hide his identity. By all appearances, Arcanus was an Acolyte, an acolyte wearing Beskar, sure, but maybe that was all there was to this story. He gained this armor from the dead and anything more than that was whispers and speculation.

His eyes slowly opened, the light of space piercing through his visor making the opening of his eyes that much slower. As his eyes adjusted, he saw it, Omega. This brought a smile to his face, something about that sight was that of dreams, dreams never realized. He could leave this all behind, why return to the game once more? He knew the answer, the game was never over or outran, you ether played the game or you died.

He slowly stood to his feet as popping from his settled bones filled the air. He had been sitting and meditating for hours, days, he wasn't sure at the moment. He took his place in the cockpit and took control of the flight controls. Lunging forward, his ship pierced the deep night of space and his visor was alit by the flashes of the battle. He had to control the Force to dodge stray fire and cannon fodder, taking some down on both sides when needed until his ship brought him to Omega itself. His heart raced with anticipation, both good and bad as he went through the hanger many had already entered, quite a large hanger now that he thought about it.

His ship touched down and came to a rest, but his soul was coming out of rest into chaos. He stood and looked over at the holding rack near the cockpit where two lightsabers lay. They were his, or at least now they were. Nothing about them made them special, they were by all intents and purposes, basic sith lightsabers, but today they were the tools to mark the beginning of his journey.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

-Retracted-​

 

[Darth Banshee]

Location: Hangar 1 heading towards research area 2
Allies: The First Order
Enemies: TBD
Equipment: War Armour, Banshee Staff, Sith Amulet and personal shield data spike

As her ship approached Omega station, she saw it firing at the task force coming towards it. The guns blazed furiously at them, blowing up other ships as they came in. There ships took a battering, and her took a hit as well. The port side thruster was alight, and smoke was coming of it. She saw the the hangar bay, and then put foot down, she was going in one way or another. Her ship crashed into hangar bay, she saw other starting to fight over the secrets of Omega, they where fools. She let them fight each other, as the best to get the secrets was to take them. She saw a corridor ahead of her from her cock pit, her fighter had crashed into a few other ships in the hangar bay. She popped the canopy on the fighter, and unbuckled herself, then used the force to leap out. She was going to make run down the corridor, and then see what she could find. She let fools with any luck fight over the scraps. She saw some familiar faces, she was here to get data on this and use it for herself, and the first order.

 

[Darth Veles]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vUxmFvOlleY​

Location: Hanger, 1
Objective: Destroy
Allies: KoR, TBA
Enemies: TBA

Darth Veles’ burning glare cut through the blackness staring right back at him from outside the window; the pitch black filling the void did not belong to empty space, rather than ships. Many, many ships. Enough to wreak havoc on the galaxy for years. Unless someone put an end to this threat – and every major player in the galaxy had answered the call, coming out of hyperspace in great numbers to add their bit to the inevitable slaughter, though all paled in comparison with the uncompromising monstrosity that easily put other vessels to shame, both in size and firepower. The true reason everyone had arrived into this sector. To destroy or take over the gargantuan beast controlled by rogue Sith. Whether the major powers opted for breaking their rivals or not, the Omega remained their prime target – for whenever the beast screamed, it killed indiscriminately and in great numbers.

Like many others risking their lives in this galaxy-shaping battle, the Mon Cal Sith was going to destroy the Omega and put an end to this threat, prevent anyone else from using it. If he or the First Order could not control it, it had to be destroyed so nobody else wielded the terrifying firepower.

Of course, only after obtaining enough information about this superweapon. Leaving it as a pile of junk without learning more would be a massive waste of opportunity. Even scraps of information promised a sweet reward for those who dared to venture deep into the monster’s innards.

Relief washed over him when the shuttle housing his being finally passed the Omega’s shield and entered the hangar, temporarily leaving the massive space conflict behind. Sweat and dead bodies poisoned the air with their reeking stench and the certainty of more was a given. The Dark Side definitely reigned supreme here, snuffing the flickering candle of light and darkening still with each soul dragged to the Void’s depths. Such setting suited the Sith Lord – giving him the strength to face any and all that stood between him and his goal. A simple tap into the vast reserves of energy accessed by those capable of drawing from the Dark Side and the amphibious assassin took a dive into the infinite pool to refresh his body and fill his veins with raw power. When ready, the boarding ramp opened with a hiss and touched the hanger’s floor, unleashing him.

Several signatures sang through the Force, which immediately prompted Veles to mask his own presence, render it non-existant, and retrieve a beautifully crafted curved hilt of a lightsaber into his left hand, grasping the deadly tool in a gentle and loving grip. Both large eyes scanned the surroundings as his booted feet carried him down the ramp in complete silence. Apart from the vessels naturally stationed here and waiting for the Omega’s defenders to fly them, several out-of-place ships adorned the hanger with their diversity. Friends or foes, many had arrived before him; the ongoing duels and battles reached his ears and warned him of competitors. Maybe it’d be good to stay out of sight and learn more about the situation, and thus the assassin employed his mastery over bending light to disappear physically, hidden beneath a thick veil of invisibility as he explored and waited for the right moment to strike.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: The hangar, left corner.
Allies: Me, Myself & I
Enemies: None for now.
Objective: Research possibilities.

Through the flurry of battle and the hazy smoke of laser fire she had been separated from her eternal companion Scarra. This did not matter much to her personally, she knew he could handle himself in a fight perfectly fine, it would just be annoying to find him once they were done here. If they got done here, that was. Ceri crouched behind one of the remaining ships, watching as foggy forms moved through the hangar - some fought, some were purposefully avoiding detection and then there was her.

She packed light for this one. Her trusty beskar'gam, hard durasteel interchanged with malleable duraplast for energy absorption and over it a cloak.

It was a pretty cloak, an interesting cloak, a dangerous one... all in one. It was a wraithcloak and it allowed her to move alongside the fall, quietly, and hopefully mostly undetected.

Sarova had little taste for actual combat. Never been much of her forte, but she had a few weapons her and if necessary she'd use them.

For now, though, she moved towards the big locked door to her right ( Location 1 ---> 3 )

 

[Kamon Vondiranach]

"Life itself is a threat considering we all eventually die. You don't seem keen to hate it."

Yeah, this Mandalorian was going to be a problem. He was heavily armed and ready to do battle, and it seemed he didn't really care who his target was. Unfortunate that when he'd landed he'd ended up in the sights of this one. All things considered, Leos had actually hoped to go and find a way to destroy the thing they were standing inside of. But, that wouldn't matter because he was a Sith and everyone could only see the stereotype. Just as he'd explained to Teynara, and she'd agreed it was an issue. The people of the galaxy were so thoroughly misguided it was disgusting. Maybe he should let this doomsday weapon work.

He sighed as he faced off with the moving man. Clearly he was going to seek engagement in this issue, but how was the question. He had a rifle at the moment. Leos wasn't sure if it was a slugthrower or a blaster. It wasn't an Ignus Industries model so he wasn't overly familiar with it. For that reason he didn't draw either a sword or his lightsaber at the moment. Neither one would be overly useful against a slugthrower.

"We are defined by the choices we make, not the stereotypes that label us. It is a foolish being who judges harshly someone they have never met. You have no knowledge of my reason for being here, but you label me a threat. In so doing, you force me to be one for my own safety."

A shake of his head and a wan smile. These experiences with the people of the galaxy continued to grow tiresome for him. Additionally, it reinforced his belief that they could not govern themselves in a manner that would bring about balance. All this Mandalorian was doing was contributing to his docket of reasons for wanting to take over the galaxy in order to bring about a balance that only worlds under the Empire had ever truly glimpsed, although even they hadn't attained the balance necessary. The Emperor had been too foolish for that.

"If you won't back down then get on with it. I'm not going to waste myself on you if it's not necessary, after all."

[member="Krenis Skirata"]

 

[Keira Priest]

Gear in signature.
Location: Hangar bay
Allies: [member="Alkor Centaris"]
Enemies: Anyone else probably, depends.

It was funny, what became instinct after so much time spent in this or that warzone. Almost no thought was lent to her exit from the dropship, and as she rolled to her feet her immediate focus was on the readouts of her HUD rather than her surroundings, ethereal senses having already roughly mapped out the latter. The only friendly marked thus far was that of her brother, everyone else in the immediate area a neutral entity until given reason otherwise. Even as she moved Keira was mentally reviewing her arsenal, and only after finding everything in its place did she palm her lightsaber, orange blade thrumming into existence with a snap-hiss.

Only then did she turn her attention to Alkor, "It hasn't even gotten interesting yet. Once that fuel cell blows I imagine things will really get a move on. I'm sure we'll find someone that doesn't like us soon enough, vod'ika." It wasn't difficult for someone like her to draw the ire of more than one individual at a time, and with the number of people present it was only a matter of time. Besides, she had sensed a number of Sith upon landing, including the presence of her father-in-law. Things were going to get interesting rather quickly, she imagined. She looked to Alkor with a half-smile beneath her helmet, "I suppose we'd better get going. Would you like to start keeping a kill count now or later?"

Without waiting for a response she augmented her speed with the Force, darting out of the hangar as a blur and slowing near-instantaneously once she was a safe distance from the doors of the hangar bay. Now hopefully the fun would begin.

 

[Cathbodua]

Location: Hallway to room 3
Allies: [member="Jericho"] [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Kami Meran"]
Enemies:
Role: White Mage

The blade was slicing through the door and had made a hole she could slip through as her boot kicked it. All that time in the gravity chambers training strength with Jericho was paying off when the metal went in and the jedi knight slipped through reactivating the optical camo and hiding herself from the sensors. The blade going back itno its place as she was moving down the hallway towards... another large doors sliding along the wall and setting them for proximity and direction several of the caltrops to act as early warning and traps to anyone passing by behind her. The rest of her gear waiting for a moment while she switched to the force shot wrist weapons with a small whirring sound and started working on the second door to get through sending off a small red eye probe to search around the area and check for vents that they would be able to move around in.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Location: By [member="Darth Abyss"]
Enemies: Abyss, anyone else he feels like fighting.
Allies: Abyss

This was a glorious day for the Sith Lord as he stepped out into this hangar. A weapon created by Sith with the soul intention of destroying everything else around it. Every sign of life, gone. Every spark of defiance, snuffed out. A glorious weapon indeed, and one that Darth Ferus couldn't wait to see active. He cared not who had the control, who would fire it. Only that it would be fired. He wanted to see what a weapon of this size could do.

But first, the young upstart.

As he stepped out of his ship he saw the dark form of a boy that once challenged him. A boy that was broken and beaten. Yet as the red eyes of the Sith focused in, the boy was gone. He had grown, in strength and in pride. As a true Sith. It was good to see he didn't crumble.

"You, boy. I can't remember your name. Do you wish to see this weapon activated?"

 

[knight_of_fire98]

Location: Narrow Hallway between Storage (5) and Research (2)
Allies: First Order. Determinant.
Enemies: TBD

It was strange travelling with a Sith, nevermind one that looked like a fish. They weren't like the stoic Knights of Ren, or the calm emotionless Jedi that served the Light. The Sith were still human, and it was terrifiying. A collosal swarm of power and death, of fear and anger. Sat across from a Stormtrooper who had lived for little but duty. To CT-47B, the unpredicatble Mon Cal's presence was exhilarating.

He knew of course, that the Sith would leave him for dead if he needed, that even if the Mon Cal had formed any sentiment for the troopers he would simply channel his grief into rage and use it to power his next assault against the enemy. He knew that to a Sith, the mission came first.

And he respected it.

A jedi would leave a soldier behind too of course -if the mission required- but they at least try to pretend they won't at first. A hesitance that could cost them too much, and had, and would again. As the Mon left, CT-47B wished him luck, but went his seperate way as the mission required, following [member="Darth Banshee"] towards the research station and closing the door behind him and any first Order troops that followed from the shuttle before setting up a firing station between the research station and the storage area. His X-11E ready to fire as he aimed down the hallway. Fully prepared to eliminate any threat that opened the door and entered with plans to interfere with the First Orders goals.


[member="Darth Veles"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Hangar, Room 1
Allies: Mandos, [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Alkor Centaris"]
Enemies: Probably everyone
Objective: soon.gif
Gear:

Spoiler

-Beskar'gam
-Bloodstripe Cannon (anti-blaster shells, cortosis dust shells, regular slugs, and incendiary shells)
-Two dual WESTAR 34 pistols
-Fett-Kal knife
-Beskar beskad
-Two Anti-Force user flashbangs
-One thermal detonator
-One sonic detonator
-Poncho

A shuttle of Mandalorian affiliation screamed past the hangar's shielding and contained just one man for this mission. Just him, his armor, his weapons, and his wits. Nothing more and nothing less. Vilaz and his fellow Mandalorians had come here to the Castameer system with one common goal that they all shared and hoped to accomplish, and that was to disintegrate these Rogue Sith and everything that was affiliated with them. Mandalore had turned all of its eyes on ridding the Sith related factions and organizations as they were just an unwanted pest that had plenty of potential on bringing harm to Mandalore and her children.

And that was exactly why the Munin had come to this behemoth of a ship. To either destroy it from the inside or salvage it and bring it to the navy of the Mandalorians. Both alternative objectives had to deal with keeping this vessel out of the grasps of the Sith and putting a dent on them. Indeed, he would try to repel anyone not belonging to the spirit of a Mandalorian and bring the Omega to the clans; however, if things went south and weren't looking so good for Vilaz, then he would gladly tear this ship until it was nothing.

So long as the Sith didn't had its hands manipulating the Omega, then he would be content and well.

The Akaan had departed from his ship and noticed he wasn't the only on aboard the Omega. Others of different loyalties had come to in hopes of destroying this vessel or gain from it. There was a chance he'd have to engage of these foreigners, but his first priority was ridding any Sith or dangerous darksiders that was aboard this ship. The others that were non Mandalorian would have his attention later.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0KZQNxWjgao​

​

Location: Outside of Room 3's first door
Objective: Kill Eternally
Allies: No one
Enemies: [member="Cathbodua"], [member="Kami Meran"]

The hanger bay was a chaotic whirlwind of fighting as the mad scramble towards the chambers beyond the hanger intensified. Everywhere he looked there were bodies strewn about callously, crushed by equally demolished starships or sliced to mincemeat by angry Sith and righteous Jedi. Carnifex had his fair share of interference as well, there were many individuals littered throughout the hanger that would like nothing more than to carve him from crotch to sternum for the atrocities he had committed across the galaxy. Even now he blocked an attack by some no-name Jedi, their eyes burning with self-righteousness and ignorance, but with a calculated and precise riposte he countered their attack and carved a great canyon of smoldering blackness from their right shoulder to their left hip. He didn't spare the corpse a second glance, his gait never wavering despite all that was thrown at him, his blade held lazily at his side until the moment came to murder with ruthless precision.

His advance brought him to the hanger's far right corner (left corner on the map), but his purposeful advanced slowed to a cautious stroll as his armor's senses detected life and movement just beyond a large stack of crates. With the cacophony currently raging behind him, his darkness would be suitable masked against its backdrop, and so he was able to mill just beyond those crates and observe what was transpiring between what appeared to be a Mandalorian and a Jedi. The latter was cutting through a large locked door with her lightsaber, while the other seemed to be standing guard. The Dark Lord would let them do the early work for him, but with every passing second the Dark Side swelled within him as he prepared for the fight that was to come.

And when the hole was finally made, one too small for him to pass through without purposefully widening it further, he then struck. He strode out from behind the stacks of crates, his crimson blade re-activating after he had silenced it to remain undetected visibly by the pair, and he raised his left hand with his fingers curled in like the talons of a raptor. Torrents of vermilion lightning arced from his fingers to pierce the air between himself and the pair, one of which had managed to slip into the hole she had created with her lightsaber. Whatever the reaction the Mandalorian had it wouldn't stop the lightning from saturating the still-locked door, the lightning splashing against the metal so ferociously to the point of superheating it. Sections of the metal door began to cave inward as the metal was suddenly turned to slag by the Dark Lord's hateful onslaught, but a majority of the door would remain intact despite the damage being inflicted upon it.

The lightning would eventually dissipate from his fingers, although random discharges would still dance across his armor and throughout the ozone-heavy air left behind, and he would continue his advance with lightsaber held aloft.

 

[Long Gone]

Location: Hangar (Room 1)
Allies: None
Enemies: Lurking in the shadows…
Objective: N/A

She had no problem slipping in beyond the skirmish undetected, for the most part. The Starfury’s systems bristled to life and pinged with a soft beep notifying her of the other ships in the area, as well as the opening left behind by the battle that once was. Mira flipped a few switches, gazing through the visor as she brought the vessel in quickly and set it down on the Western edges of the vast hanger. The inquisitive beeping filled her comm channel as she took a moment to look around at the various vessels, to include the rows of Sith ships.

There were others here – be it friend or foe, she was not alone.

Mira shook her head softly, pulling the pilot’s helmet free from her head, shaking loose her chestnut hair. “No, you can stay here with the ship.”

The BB unit would let out a wail that resembled displeasure.

Mira chuckled as she released the canopy lever, jumping out of the vessel and to the ground below in a soft crouch. She gazed over her shoulder, standing slowly. “We all can’t get what we want, now can we? You’ll be fine.” She looked around the eerie feeling hanger, reaching out through the Force. She could feel the tendrils of darkness intertwining with light. A chaotic mixture that made her stir within. Mira adjusted herself, feeling lighter than normal without her Beskar’gam. As of late she had opted to wear more flexible outfits as her mother once did. Her sabers were clipped behind her back, stacked one ontop of the other while a blaster was slung low on her right thigh – she kept it simple and straight forward, never wanting to leave without one or the other.

There were times where even a Lightsaber was even too much, or a blaster was too little.

Why not both?

A sigh escaped her lips as she pressed on, waving a hand behind her at her faithful BB unit. “I’ll return shortly.” The sound of her black boots hitting the scuffed durasteel hanger floor echoing lightly, as she made her way into the rows of Starfighters. At some point – the sounds of rustling, voices and others would overcome the sound of her boots, causing her to freeze up and press herself against the wing of a fighter…listening.

"With me, Xiangu," A gruff voice echoed and then the sound of ripping and a curse made an eyebrow raise.

That name brought attention to the dagger she held holstered in her boot.

That couldn’t be the same Xiangu, could it?

Mira would decide to follow, doing her best to stay behind and out of sight. She hoped with the fluctuation of light and dark around her – if they were indeed Force sensitive, they wouldn’t sense her. However, there was no guarantee in that, a risk worth taking.

[member="Velok the Younger"] | [member="Onley Xiangu"]