Fighting for Rubble [New Order Invasion of Dromund Kaas]

[Christian Slade]

[member="Skye Mertaal"]

Christian's eyes watched as the one who'd attacked him was thrown back into a wall behind her. He started to pool the force again and attack her once more, his intention to crush her between the wall of rock and the force and collapse her own armor on herself so that her body would burst from it's every weaker point and orifice, but he wouldn't have time for that. His attention was taken by the same sight he'd witnessed before, this time only two drones shot overhead and he knew what was to come when they struck their target.

Rushing across the wide open, destroyed land, Christian threw himself behind an uplifted shelf of the planet's crust and tucked himself under that lip of overhanging stone as the impact shook the ground. He could feel the power of the blast rushing across the dead land as he pulled up his durasteel scaled hood and wrapped up in his durasteel scaled duster as to help protect him from the blast. The sheer power of it shook him to his core as it rushed overhead, the baranium burning him in a few of the exposed places on his face, a few ribbons of hair that whipped and snapped in the commotion burning to nothing in but a moment as it began to burn at the edge of his hood. Scorch marks began to form on his bare hands in the duration of the blast, but when it had reached fruition the burning stopped and he was finally able to take a breath.

The ground stopped shaking beneath him and finally he was able to take a deep, yet strained breath as he slowly rose and pushed himself upright off the stone displacement he'd taken shelter behind. His first few steps were weak as he stumbled a bit to keep himself straight, but the force was good at empowering it's users, especially those who employed the dark side. Quickly his body gained it's balance and composure back as he began taking swift steps in the direction of his enemy, a rather pissed off look replacing the smirk he'd once held for a time. He hulked across the dead field of battle taking massive, angry breaths, huffing like a bull as the force swelled around him like a storm waiting to be born.

His steps were strong and calculated, and it was only when he'd been about a hundred yards from the woman that he'd stopped and and raised his fists high in the air, a single moment of silence suspending the scene, and almost perfect portrait of the rage that war brought to the galaxy. The next second his fists slammed into the crust of Dromund Kaas forcing the ground to crack and cave as the shelf beneath him shifted and a massive crack split out in front of him. It rushed towards the woman, weaving back and forth and from the open crevice sharp shards of stone shot up in every direction. Like a spined serpent it weaved back and forth, spires of sharp stone protruding from it and intending to skewer the woman or spear her against the wall.

 

[Jate Kar'ta]

Location: Dromuund Kaas Wastes
Objective: Kick Sith Shebs, Specifically Alicia Drey, Assist Ashe the Reaper
Allies: Mandalorians, Ashe the Reaper
Enemies: One Sith, Alicia Drey
Music:

Jate watched as the Sith fell from the sheer amount firepower Asholette put down range. Sure some Sith were good but few could withstand that many bolts going down range so fast. However this Sith was good enough to deflect some of the carnage right back at the vixen. She used the fire from her hands to try and block them somehow but some managed to get through her defense, injuring her arm. The foxy lady bellowed another challenged before calling out to Jate to see if she was alright.

The Mandalorian landed near by, unharmed. Seems like the Sith forgot about the her. Typical Forcer. "I should be asking you that," she said, indicating the wounded arm, "She seems too focused on killing you to think about a regular woman like me. Need that wound cleaned up?"

 

[Countess Calum Teramo]

Edge of Solarsystem
United Clans of Mandalore Fleet
Basaba Willamina, Ember Rekali, Mia Monroe, Siobhan Kerrigan, HK-36,[member="Captain Larraq"]

All she could really do was watch as always in her up bringing the best asset that could be is that of being able to watch those around. It was after all the best way of learning what one could about a given situation. Shifting her now helmet from one arm to the other. Only to find herself watching even more so then every. All in all it was more then the watching it was her listen skills. Wanting so much to ask question but not wanting to break anything that would be coming into for as plans into his mind or thinking or how to move like a chess piece. Looking over to him about as she nodding. Captain Larraq.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Darth Ferus"]

Ember's footwork responded to the circling Sith Lord in simple, well-practiced ways, keeping him facing Ferus across the top of the huge dome. As Ferus' focus narrowed down to the level necessary to use Art of the Small, especially at range while focusing on other things -- a task for which Art of the Small had never been designed -- the Sith Lord's search of Ember's armor would find something...unique. In a leather pouch on Ember's thigh plate resided a tiny metal sphere, a multilayered shell, an ancient training tool, a lost art. This was one of only a handful anywhere in the galaxy, and Ember had most of them. He'd used them to subdue Masters Anaya Fen and Talon Vosra, both of whom were more experienced Masters than Ferus.

A mental maze.

Ember really had meant to fight this out blade-to-blade, but Ferus' microscopic evaluation of his armor was just too good an opportunity to miss. The maze, when Ferus' projected perspective found it, would naturally tend to draw him into dizzying depths.

A process which Ember aided with thirty-five years of White Current experience. He applied his entire strength to aiding the mental maze in drawing Ferus' perspective inexorably into the concentric spheres and one-way mental gates of the incredibly complex little Force device. Even if Ferus managed to resist the pull, the maze's tug was now a constant distraction, and one slip could doom Ferus to unconsciousness. That was how it would work against someone who wasn't already using Art of the Small, a process which was incredibly distracting and not remotely useful for combat by all accounts. Ferus' own technique compounded his troubles, as his mind was already on that scale, ready to be drawn in and trapped.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

[member="Diana Moridena"]
Location: Sith Front Lines, right outside Kaas City

Objective: Moving to retake the city/kill Jedi and Mando scum

The blue rings of the stun blaster made their way toward the Sith Lord like bats out of chaos, each one packing enough power to take down a beast multiple times Vulcanus's size. Quickly, Vulcanus swung his blade in an attempt to block the incoming projectiles. The first impacted his sword and was immediately reflected right back at Diana as a result of the reversed magnetic polarity of the weapon. However, Vulcanus's sword was not made for blocking shots like this and thus the second round made it past his defense and struck his armor.


Waves of blue rushed over the darkside infused metals and the darklord could feel himself shake as he received a slight ting of what the full impact was. If it weren't for his armor, a stun of that magnitude would have killed him for sure. Despite having his armor though, he still felt his body weaken and was forced to stick his sword into the ground to avoid falling over. His tongue was numb, his toes tingling and his muscles seemed to lose all of their strength for a moment. At least he wasn't out cold though, that was the important thing.


Looking to Diana, his sword still supporting him for the time being, the Dark Emperor called on his hate and the very essence of the Kaas wound. Vulcanus had the upper hand here, after all this was a Sith planet that had only been made darker by the Mandolorian's actions. He felt the darkside rush through him and he could feel his very soul burn with rage. He focused on the pain of those around him, the pain that his body had been feeling since her first began to decay as well as his own undying hatred for the Jedi. Using all of these emotions, the beast conjured a glowing orb of purple and black flames in his hand. These flames were pure manifestations of darkness, burning hotter than any natural flame could. So hot were these flames that, on multiple occasions, the Dark Lord had burned the armor clean off the bodies of his opponents.


Without a single word, the Dark Lord growled and through his armor forward. The orb of fire was sent soaring over the landscape and straight toward his Jedi opponent. The manifestation was powerful and fast, a concoction of Sith Magic that bent the laws of nature and the force itself just as the power of Force lightening did. Even if it didn't make impact, it would hopefully be enough to distract the Jedi until Vulcanus's legs loosened up.

 

[Cedric Dorn]

Sith Front Lines
[member="Darth Vulcanus"]
As soon as the stun blast flew back towards her Diana flicked her lightsaber upwards. The blue ring struck the violet blade and shattered into a million pieces, breaking and rendering itself useless.

Her lightsaber pointed towards the ground, her eyes shooting up just in time to see the massive Graug form a ball of flame in his palm. Her eyes opened wide, shocked by the display of power. Through gritted teeth Diana began to move, her feet leaving the ground as Vulcanus hurled the ball of flame towards her.

On her back her jetpack fired. Bright blue flames of exhaust spewed from the jetpack, accelerating her up and above the flames. Heat licked her armor, and an alarm blared as part of her boots quite literally melted under the heat of the flames. The jetpack pushed her upwards, throwing her into the air and suspending her above the flames.

She raised the Morp gun again, firing two more shots before dropping down onto the ground in front of the flames behind her.

Seconds later Diana dashed forward, the jetpack pushing her at an almost impossible speed. The Jedi Master shot towards the Graug, swinging her lightsaber towards the aliens torso, directly towards his armor.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

She watched the rocks come down and raised her own hands much like [member="Davin Skirata"] did, but holding them and letting them fall out of the way as the gold in her eyes grew ever more present than before. With slow steps she followed, her low and constant whistle now sounding through the air with the hum of one of her blades just as constant. She tracked him through the force, her eyes following his signature as it moved and finally she caught back up to him in one of the long hallways. "[member="Maleus"] i will only say this once, Surrender or i am going to kick your ass and drag you out of here."

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Ember Rekali"]

The thing about Art of the Small was that it wasn't a click and zoom to two different settings. He wasn't looking microscopically, but rather as if he was close enough to actually examine it in person. Though, impractical uses of abilities was what the Zabrak was known for. Art of the Small was used for his form of combat, and really no one could say otherwise.

Of course, none of this meant a thing now that his gaze was locked on the maze. He had training to resist simple mind affection, and while this was a simple illusion, Ember's assisting of it really just caught the Zabrak in the midst of the mind maze.

Slowly his blade would drop as he struggled to break free for a moment. His eyes would flicker back and forth, as if he was searching for something. But eventually they would go still, unfocused as he simply stared ahead. Deus kept in his grip though, that was something he would never loose.

 

[Maleus]

"Deep in your heart you must know I am a lost cause.. My allegiance is to my master. Betrayal is not an option." His gloved hand clenched around the base of his blade handle.
The darkened hall-ways were illuminated by a vibrant red. The arching heat caused the sheen on the outside of the walls to melt away as he drug his saber across the wall. With his free-hand he attempted to seize his previous masters neck,via the force.
"Our bonds will be severed this day.."
His intent was to seize Alexndra's neck, he wished to cradle her windpipe in his ferocious grip until she slipped away into unconsciousness. Too bad thought and reality were often two totally different things. Thus he would await to see how his attempt played out.
[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Darth Ferus"]

Ember didn't so much as move. If he attacked, blade to blade, the motion would make the other man flinch reflexively, which might change something. And this was just too perfect for words -- assuming it wasn't a ploy, an overstatement of the degree to which the ancient mind maze had ensnared Ferus. An unscrupulous and straightforward mind would just walk in slashing.

Instead, Ember shifted his focus. The mind maze could take it from here; his powers of White Current mentalism (a spectrum which transcended illusion, and included more) had only been required to assist the maze in drawing Ferus in. Now, deep in the subtle currents of the Force, Ember connected with an equally subtle and advanced art.

What some called the 'danger sense' generally relied on sensing others' malicious and offensive intent, the directness of a Jedi aiming to cut off a limb, that sort of thing -- all reflections of the mind. But the light which began to glow from the t-visor of Ember's clan skin was not aimed at injury, alarm, or pain. Its purpose was to silence Krest's connection to the Dark Side of the Force, ideally before his mind could free itself. Ember had learned this power many years before, and generally used it to purge Dark Side nexuses and artifacts. From time to time, though, it could come in handy for pacifying and weakening a Dark Lord whose mind was currently undergoing maze-related difficulties.

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Ember Rekali"]

There was something off about Ferus. No, he wasn't really locked in a maze. That was the thing about puzzles, they were meant to be solved.

Rather then try to break out, try to resist he simply solved it. It was a toy made for padawans. If Ember had chosen to manipulate the maze itself to keep him in, it would of been very likely he would still be stuck in a mind trance.

Sept, he wasn't. Having solved the puzzle by the time his eyes stopped fluttering around, he simply had stood still. Waiting to see what the Mando would do. He had hoped the man would charge him, try to take some sort of cheap shot only to be met by Deus's burning blade. But Ember had chosen to try to do more with White Current, an admittedly secondary trait he had learned. Something that would distract him from the fact that Ferus was no longer trapped.

Ferus was on him within a moment. Under the guise of the man so focused on trying to sever his own connection with the Force, the Zabrak did what he did best. Slash. Cut. Maim. Ferus didn't care whether or not he had the Force on his side. All it did was change his fighting style, but it never changed the effectiveness of his combat.

So the blade of Deus was brought down quickly, right for the helm of the armored Mando. Sure, his armor wouldn't be cut, but blunt trauma was something all armor had to deal with. Deus was a real blade, with weight and a never breaking edge. Between his strength augmented by the Force and the sheer power behind his cybernetic limb could break Beskar in half before it would even begin to think about cutting the lightsaber resistant metal.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

So [member="Darth Ferus"] had assumed that he could get away with that kind of mental success and focus shift, that fast, when Ember had still been focusing on his mind in the trap. He'd taken the Force Light hit, weakening his Force connection. And now, coming out of a serious shift in focus and a close encounter with the apex power of the Light Side, Ember realized that Ferus had opted to play a puerile, transparent trick to the hilt. With his Force connection reeling, Ferus had no functional danger sense, no reliable supernatural instincts, no reliably enhanced speed or strength or coordination, just the natural abilities of an admittedly well-honed physical frame. Plus the strength of his cybernetic arm -- which was limited through basic physics by the strength of shoulder, spine, and hips. And he had just lashed out at exactly the area of Ember's body which the older Master's lightsabre was already protecting.

His sword hit Ember's still-upraised lightsabre blade near the emitter, and slid down about two inches to slam into the rudimentary guard, the beskar ring around the emitter. Masterforged pure beskar could make nearly any alchemical weapon look like tinfoil. His right hand stayed on the high guard, keeping Ferus' blade at bay, and his left hand dropped. His gauntlet's wide-angle knockout blaster fired at Ferus' sword hand and face at close range.

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Ember Rekali"]

The issue was that Ferus's connection was never severed. Ember can think all he want, but that really just didn't work in time. Less the man wanted to be bashed in half while trying to focus in on Ferus. Rather, he was still fully operational on the Force side, and he could sense danger very well.

So he ducked. Plain and simple, except that Deus was still floating in mid air. Simple TK, always fun. Here's where it's not. Ferus, still -very much active in the Force- used it to his advantage, sending a blast right for Ember. Didn't matter how big of a suit of armor he had, it would fly like anything else Ferus pushed.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Ferus didn't care whether or not he had the Force on his side. All it did was change his fighting style, but it never changed the effectiveness of his combat.

[member="Darth Ferus"], having the shortest memory in recorded history, got that Force Push off despite having just taken Force Light to the face, and it ragdolled Ember. In midflight, Ember vanished from all senses, and as soon as he got his positioning back, he bailed out. He was pretty much done here, and the White Current-shielded thermal detonator near the base of the generator would go boom in about three minutes, punching a hole in the reactor containment.

Ember didn't especially care whether it had worked or not. He was done.

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Ember Rekali"] was far from the only one done in this situation. After having to deal with the god of invisibility and being told what's what about him, mind you he never took the attack of force light, simply stating he didn't care whether it worked or not, decided to leave the thread all together.

Invasions weren't his thing, stories were. So he left what ever this is to go do his own thing.

 

[HK-36]

Location: Dromund Kaas System, on the Siege Tower
Objective: Assist Mandalorian forces
Allies: [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="Captain Larraq"]
Enemies: Sith and Friends

The Dropships followed the starfighter escort soon enough, leaving the Frigate's hangar under the protection of the corvettes and nearby Mandalorian ships. The light rays of the Dromund Sun illuminated the dropship's interior, passing through one of the duraglass windows to fill it with ghastly glow.
HK scanned the field of naval battle from the confines of the dropship, taking in the detail of the ship, markings and models.
"Do you think you could do it? That is their flagship."
The droid pointed to the capital ship where Ember and Krest begun their duel,
"If you could crash its bridge, it would give us advantage over the Sith fleet."

And with that, he radioed in the Mandalorian Fleet,
"Shokita Station, this is the Omega Protectorate Fleet Reinforcements, we have adjusted to the formation of Mandalorian Fleet, requesting anti-capital ship support on the Sith Star Destroyers, taking out their engines and point-defense for our boarding parties to move in. Respond, Shokita Station, over."
With that he looked over to Sio to await her response to his suggestion.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Location: Dromund Kaas System, on the Siege Tower
Official Objective: Assist Mandalorian forces. True Objective: Wreck something at last. Target: The Malevolent Spirit
Allies: [member="HK-36"], [member="Captain Larraq"], [member="Ember Rekali"]
Enemies: Sith and Friends

Siobhan acknowledged HK's query with a curt nod as she gazed out at the stars and the fleets that both sides had amassed for the battle. Far as she could tell there was not a great deal going on in space, though given the distances one could obviously not be sure. Not that it particularly mattered from her perspective at this juncture. Organic and bionic eye followed HK as he pointed out what appeared to be the flagship of the Sith fleet, the Malevolent Spirit. An in her eyes rather overdramatic name, but then given her own flair for drama she was probably being rather hypocritical in this assessment.

Little did she know that Ember Rekali had already boarded the Xo'Xaan Heavy Cruiser, rigged its reactor to blow and had been fighting [member="Darth Ferus"]. Or apparently not anymore, since that duel seemed to be over. Not so long ago she and the master of physical enhancement had teamed up to attack the archives of the now defunct Sith Council on Bosph and destroyed their holocrons. Well, Ember had Force Lighted said holocrons and she beaten up some people. Of course, the reactor would go boom in about three minutes anyway, but double explosions were always the best and she was getting paid for wrecking things.

While HK radioed the commander of the Mandalorian fleet she focused her gaze upon the Malevolent Spirit, perceiving it not through her physical eyes but through the Force as she sunk deeply into it. Then she reached out with the Force and drew in an absurd amount of Force energy. "Yes," she said simply, for her concentration was elsewhere. With this large amount of aphotic energy writhing inside her she was practically bursting with power. It was such that a few beads of sweat dripped down her forehead and temples, likewise it felt that her heart was beating more rapidly and erractically but nonetheless she kept her concentration. Until now she had not participated in the battle and so she had a great deal of energy that was begging to be unleashed as she called upon the Force and it answered her call, being fashioned into a bludgeon. Luke Skywalker was supposed to have said something to the effect that every forcer had to make a choice between listening and shouting, hearing the ripples and chucking rocks. Siobhan had always been the latter category and had sacrificed most alternate approaches for a destructive specialisation in telekinesis that she could use to devastating effect.

Filled with power, begging for an outlet, eyes seemingly glowing she stretched out her flesh hand and curled its fingers into a fist, manifesting a gigantic telekinetic hand that she wrapped around the bridge tower of the Sith flagship. Power rippled through her hand as she enclosed her crushing grip around the bridge, then she pulled, violently, insistently. In as much as pulling with such sheer force that the entire structure would shake and heave under her telekinetic might and wobbled under the stress, could be described as simply pulling. Sweat ran down her face and back. In space no one would hear the metal of the bridge structure creak and twist, though somehow explosions are always heard because things are more dramatic that way. The battleship would be shaken by what appeared to be tremors and quakes. Sweat ran down Siobhan's face and back as she unleashed the monumental power of the Force, her breathing coming more ragged and the strain of maintaining focus showing upon her features. However, she maintained concentration and the powerful force grip tightened as she poured her energy into it, willing it to strengthen with shattering effect.

The durasteel would bow inward, weakening before her might, then the tower would come crashing down upon the battleship's structure. Telekinetic energy compressed upon the bridge tower as she poured her will into crumbling the entire structure, as if a gigantic anaconda with the force to bend durasteel had wrapped itself around it. The gloved fist her flesh hand had formed tightened, such that her nails would have dug painfully into the palm of her hand and drawn blood if she had not worn the glove, then she pulled everything with her. Thrust down by her telekinetic grip the bridge would fall into the gravity of the ship, crashing into one section after the next, the structure would buckle and begin to tear, venting atmosphere and debris as Mistress Earthshaker lived up to her name, a mass of burnt metal going into freefall. Explosions would resonate, countless lives would be lost as the tower would be sent crashing, somewhere in the depths of the void Illyria would be well pleased at the carnage.

TLDR: Sio crushed the bridge tower of the Malevolent Spirit.

 

[Captain Larraq]

Outer Edges of Dromund Kaas Solarsystem
Skira-class Battleship, Mandalorian Fleet
Side: Mandalorian
Enemies: Sith


Rygel Larraq sat in silence. The man had long since stopped sipping his tea and merely held the warm ceramic cup between his hands as he watched the forward holoprojection coalesce into an image that made sense. He listened to the officers of the bridge relay orders and confirm transmissions from one source or another. Silently, he sat and listened to it all.

It worried Larraq that his men had received so few return transmissions. Here and there an orbital station or fleeing civilian ship had responded and transmitted their location and telemetry to Larraq and his fleet. But the utter lack of responding military ships concerned him greatly.

Larraq sat his tea cup down as the H.I.V.E. processor finally completed its calculations. Stretched out before him was a holographic representation of the battlespace over Dromund Kaas. Each enemy ship was displayed with physical dimensions, energy output, gravitational field, magnetic signature, harmonic frequencies and a host of other measurable variables. Larraq took in the sight at a glance and let some of the numbers sink in.

“You're big.” Larraq said absently to himself as he stared at a number of the larger ships in the enemy formation. Whatever he was looking at, they were more than just the standard Heavy Cruisers. Their gravitational fields and magnetic signatures were far beyond what would be expected from a Heavy Cruiser. And judging from the range they were parking themselves at, the enemy was making good use of extended range weaponry.

“Countess, look here.” Larraq said as he glanced over his shoulder at the woman who was obviously trying very hard to play the part of a Mandalorian. He could tell that she was still unaccustomed to wearing armor, but she was doing her best to hide the fact. “Every reading we're getting from these ships indicates that they are massive assault ships.” Larraq said to the woman as he turned and began pointing at one list of numbers or another. “But if you look at their energy output, you'll see that they aren't even close to normal output levels. And since we are getting remarkably few readings from launch craft, and the ships are well outside standard engagement ranges... We can safely deduce that the enemy ships have a considerable amount of firepower they are holding in reserve. Most likely standard Turbolasers or other close range weaponry.”

Larraq stared at the holodisplay is silence for a moment as he contemplated his own fleet. “Alright. Sound general alarm and prep all ships for hyperspace jump. I want the Kyramund and Keldabe Battleships to hold position, align to these battlefield coordinates” Larraq said as he typed in two sets of spacial coordinates. “and await further orders. Everything else... jump to the second set of coordinates in three... two.... one... Jump.”

A fraction of a second later, Rygel Larraq was staring at the forward display as the two Harbinger and Skira-class Battleships erupted into realspace on the starboard side of the enemy formation. They were just outside of HLR Turbolaser range with their prow pointed above and in front of the enemy formation. Clustered around the two Battleships were the two cruisers and seven frigates that made up the escort for the two larger ships.

“All ships set speed at ahead full. Plot a course that puts us between the hostile fleet and the planet. Begin counter-clockwise rotation on the Skira. I want maximum rate of fire into the enemy formation.” Larraq barked out as he pointed at various points on the map. “Launch all First Wave combat craft. I want them to keep pace and stay in the shadow of Alpha Formation.”

As Rygel Larraq barked his orders, the Mandalorian fleet propelled itself forward.


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[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Ember Rekali"], [member="Darth Ferus"], [member="Darth Vulcanus"], [member="Countess Calum Teramo"], [member="Darth Arcis"], [member="Maya Whitelight"], [member="Basaba Willamina"],

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Alpha Formation
1x Harbinger Carrier Battleship
1x Skira Battleship
1x Nexus Cruiser
1x Krayt Interdiction Cruiser
3x Ordo Frigate
2x Azalus Frigate
2x Ulur'uur Sensor Frigate


Bravo Formation
2x Kyramund Battleship
4x Keldabe Battleship
--9,544m


Basaba's Ship
+750m Shev'la Kal-class Stealth Battleship
--10,294m (total for Mandalorians, not including allies)

(Basaba's remaining ships included, Ordo has abstained from Naval engagement and seeded his fleet limit to myself.)

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Ashe the Reaper"] | [member="Jate Kar'ta"] |

Pain gripped the Sith Lord as she laid in the ditch created by the explosive of bolts by her opponents rotary cannon and the expanse of her own Force energy in the form of a shield, to protect her at the last moment from the rest of the shots. The ones that had impacted her had severely winded her; and she even felt that one of her ribs might be broken, if not severely bruised. It was with thanks to her quick reflexes, her mastery of Shien and the under layer of durasteel Armor that existed underneath her Sith robe that she survived the attack, with some help from the Dark side.

She turned her Lightsaber offline and concentrated on the force. Dust and debris were still falling around her, concealing her form from view; and in normal circumstances, if someone had survived, they would of made some sort of action to suggest they were alive. But Ashelotte's opponent was a Sith Lord and the Sith were the masters of deception. She laid still and consequentially, Ashelotte Savan and her companion, Jate Kar'ta, could be forgiven for thinking they had felled their enemy.

Slowly, the Force began to build around Darth Ayra in the form of a bubble. The subsequent bubble was made to conceal and protect the person inside it, where objects through or shot at the bubble would be stopped through telekinesis. Finally, at the end of the technique, the objects or energy shots fired onto the bubble would be throw backwards with Force Lightning. The technique was known as a Force Maelstrom, of which Ayra was becoming proficient in.

So, for now, she laid in the crater, surrounded by dust, debris and the Force Bubble that had begun to build itself around her body. It would take time for her to then gather the surrounding debris and anything Ashelotte and Jate threw or shot at her, but at the end, as previously explained, it would all be shot back with Force Lightning. A powerful, destructive technique that only a Sith Lord could muster. A true testimony to the rise of Darth Ayra. Alas, this build up could be sensed by someone powerful enough; and the whilst the Dark side could be used to blind the sense of another Force-user, Ashelotte was powerful.

So, would she see through the veil of the Dark side? Only the vixen could tell.

 

[Ordo]

[member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Alexandra Cinthra"] [member="Diana Moridena"] [member="Darth Vulcanus"] [member="Jate Kar'ta"] [member="Christian Slade"]

Ordo continued to repell the Sith Stromtroopers as they failed to be lead against his position. The smell of tears wafted on the breeze from the direction on the Sith Invasion forces.

Ordo who was feeling a bit peckish decided he was tired of fighting troopers and picked up on of the MT-40G grenade launchers and sighted in on the artillery positions. With a steady step he walked toward the enemy and fired a series of High Explosive rounds. The automatic grenade launcher only needed 10 seconds to pump out an equal amount of grenades.

Ordo watched as the first of many artillery positions went out in a blaze of fire and smoke.

"That's one." He said as he aimed at the next one. Wrecking Sith stuff was so much fun.