Faction First Blood | Agents of Chaos

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Location: Planet's biggest dockyard
Equipment: Bio link
Actual look: link
Tag(s): Open

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In the last few months lot of things changed Ingrid’s life. Among other things, her trust and loyalty shakes in the CIS, especially when Scherezade’s left them, and they accuse the Eternal Empire in connection with the Kuat incident. Scherezade earned her loyalty and esteem under their jobs, missions. So that was no question when she heard what Scherezade did, and founded the Agent of Chaos, she followed her, and she was trying to help her, in which she could. So she joined the Wild hunt, to help the Agents of Chaos’s cause.

That was the main reason when she heard about The Grysk Hegemony and the AoC’s plans, so when she finished her currently jobs in the CIS and Eternal Empire as well, she travel to the Unknown Region, straight to the Grysk’s planet. Under her travel she read everything what she can about the grysk, and the Grysk Hegemony. After the ship is stepped out of hyperspace she landed on the planet’s biggest dockyard.

At this moment she didn’t know who is here from the Agents of Chaos, and of course who need help. She send her probe droid to explorer after she left her ship, and opened a comm channel on the AoC’s frequency to every single Agent of Chaos member.

”Hello, here is Valeria Ragal, aka The Red Witch; I just arrived to the planet. If anyone needs company, support, or help, just say a word” she tell the comm channel.

Now he just had to wait to an answer, or to her droid, that will be finished with the scouting.

 

[The Bridesmaid]

Location: On the edge of the city
Tags: [member="Madalena Antares"] , [member="Lirka Ka"] , [member="Elias Logain"] , [member="Hanna"]


"Bloody stupid ugly dumb mean despicable pieces of..."

The Bridesmaid muttered a books worth of other insults as she walked towards the busy streets. She was seething with rage and was planning on taking it all out on every Grysk she saw.

"Eight bloody months", she muttered as she retrieved a set of blasters from under her cloak.

"Eight months of preparing. Eight months of recon. Scanning. All gone." She shivered and ditched the cloak which had covered her on her approach. The time for subtlety had passed anyway.

The Bridesmaid had spent eight months preparing to claim a difficult but well paying bounty. She'd been working nonstop for all that time, and everything had been going perfectly well. Until the Grysk and their stupid lust for conquest or whatever, had shown up, and completely destroyed whatever foundation she had created.

It was only when she grew close that she noticed there were others already fighting the Grysk. The Bridesmaid let out a frustrated nose before she started to run towards the action.

"What's up with everyone killing the guys *I* was going to kill? No-one told me the Galaxy was this... populated!"

Her anger forced her to focus on the nearest Grysk looking thing she saw, and without caring to look whether he was already dealing with some other attacker or not, she unloaded a rain of hellfire towards it.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Outside of the planet's biggest dockyard
Wearing: Armor | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 8 Nozhi Blades | 2 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
Tags: [member="Kamyrin Gyvolis"] | [member="Nighthaunter"] | [member="Renn Garrick"] | [member="Ingrid L'lerim"] | + Open!

Scherezade grinned. [member="Nighthaunter"] 's words rang loud and clear in the nanodevice she'd plugged into her ear earlier and she nodded. He had surprised her. Not only when he'd decided to join, but how his meeting with Discordia had affected him almost all at once. She had met the woman too of course, and had seen how people generally responded to her, yet he had been the first not only to join, but to give. The Silencers had been his brain child, and wanting to make him feel welcome, Scherezade had even let one of his priests bless a few of the blades she wielded. Not all of them though. She knew better than to put all her trust in priest-like people.

Of course, as she continued to make her way forward, still pulling the vats of Ion Liquid Sugar behind her, she had no idea that [member="Renn Garrick"] was behind him. It was a good thing too. If anyone had sneaked up on her, all her blades would be stabbing into them until they came out from the other end, making them seem like a porcupine. But that was Nighthaunter's to deal with.

She, herself, was already there – by the first ship. So far no Grysk had noticed her, but she knew she would not be able to properly focus with her Force Sense as she poured the liquid. Within moments she located where the tank's door was and she called it open with the Force, attaching the nozzle. Through telekinesis, she lifted the vat, and the pouring began. By her count, she would only need about ten or twenty liters per ship she'd hit.

Several beeps and sounds coming into her nanodevice arrived, but Scherezade had no time to respond to any of them because-

"You!" the ruffy voice sounded. Hot damn. Not one of her own. Not one of the locals. That was definetly a Grysk voice.

"Me?" she asked, turning around, plastering the most innocent of smiles on her face.

"You no mechanic!" he growled again, and was then joined by four more of his big ugly buddies.

"Says who?!" she shot back at him and held up the nozzle again, which was still attached, still sending her Ion Liquid Sugar down into the ship's tank.

"You weapons!"

"You're right," Scherezade said with a sigh, "I'm usually so much better at this whole incognito undercover thing."

Letting go of the nozzle, all the blades that had been strapped to her body a moment ago rose into the air, leaving only the hilts of her lightsabers in her hands. "Actually hold on," she said, pointing wth her nose to her left wrist, "My gorgeous Red Witch!" she purred over the frequency at [member="Ingrid L'lerim"], "Could you be a dear and do me a huge favor and make your way to the Supply Depot? Sending coordinates!"

In a very awkward stand, her visage fanned by over fifteen blades, two lightsabers glowing in her hands, Scherezade hit her commlink with her tongue. Or tried to. Several times. "There!" she squealed eventually, knowing that now [member="Ingrid L'lerim"] would be making her way to [member="Kamyrin Gyvolis"]. Scherezade & co' would join them once these Grysk were dealt with.

Now, grinning, she stood up straight again and took a defensive stance.

"Let's boogie!"

 

[Petra Cavataio]

Location: In the city
Tags: Will tag next time once I know people are in the city.

It had been awhile for the ancient witch. Settling down on Leritor, there was not a need to venture off the planet at first. Even with the contentment of being on another world, desires for Dathomir were at the base. They were just buried deeply. Lifetime after lifetime and many more after that on that world gave way to take a break. One feeling that was there on Leritor that Dathomir did not have… the missing of family. It was an odd feeling for Petra, but she did create a family that over the generations that equal the population count of a small planet. Yes, even after slaughtering her own children for her amusement, family still handled some enjoyments that did not result in killing some.

After a short slumber on her new world, Petra had left to seek her blood and like out. The normal sacrifices and feeding of the force were handled off. Long hooded black cloak and black veil hidden her from all eyes. No one needed to see the walking corpse that was Petra. A body that should be dust but held together by the dark side of the force. Her appearance in the moment made the Crypt Keeper look like a super model.

Now arriving on Morcanth, there was no warning to any Cavatio, deWinter, Vessia, Vella, and couple other families that Petra was walking among the stars. The matriarch walked through the city in search of her marker. None of her blood was her but her marker to keep track someone close to the family was near. However, she was also on a new world, and it needed her ‘blessing’.

Finding pieces of the planet that was not cover by the inhabitants’ creations, bare, decay feet touched the soil. Words began to flow from the witch, “Makoce, He’ay’hee’ee… Nitawa nagi na viribus nunc mea.”

The words pulled on the energies around her which caused her feet sink a tiny bit into the ground. Around her, decay and death began. Petra was pulling on force and life to cause disturbances to flow into her. While others had their reasons and goals, Petra was just there to quote on quote recharge batteries and find her little marker.

 

[Alwine Daye]

Location: Moving to the Grysk ship
Wearing: Default light armor
Wielding: WindWhisper
Tags: [member="Nyree Justice"] | [member="Celiana"] | + Open!

The sounds of the Grysk threat echoed in her mind as she stepped away. Within moments, Alwine had changed into proper armor, three more Agents of Chaos flanking her as she marched directly to the smaller escort ship in the hangar. There was enough place to add the woman there, but she did not know what else they would find.

Seated in the cockpit, the blonde's eyes scanned the screens in front of her as she pointed, telling the pilot what she needed. What she had not expected, was to see the ship immediately next to the one they were going for getting rammed by [member="Celiana"]. A moment ago it was only Grysk ships on their sensors, but now that another ship had rammed one of them, it was visible on their screens. But no information about that pilot or crew popped on their screen. "Contact them," Alwine said coldly, "I do not know if they are allies or people who happen to have the same enemy. Tell them to avoid the ship we are headed for."

There was nothing else left to say or do.

The trip to the Grysk's ship was quick and nothing of note happened. The people Alwine had with her gave an air of competence, and she had to trust that they were, for she did not know them and had never actually fought or gone on missions with the Agents of Chaos prior to this day. Her role as a Speaker meant that she was not required to be a combatant, but this was one instance in which she could not sit back and watch the screens, doing nothing. Perhaps being a Warrior was not her fate in life, but she would be damned of sitting back while others did the work was.

"Before you tell them to let us in," Alwine said as the ship came close enough for them to be able to board once the proper openings were made, "send a message to that ramming ship. See if they have people who can join us. I expect this to become violent and bloody, and fast."

Then she looked to the Grysk again.

The doors were opening.

Alwine swallowed hard as the entrance sequence began. Soon, it would be either a successful rescue, or a death trap waiting to happen. She had a good guess about which of the two the Grysk brutes would be aiming for.

 

[Lirka Ka]

Size rarely mattered, at the end of the day. Whilst Lirka was indeed a massive brute of a woman it was far from her choice in the matter, just what the Kaminoians who resculpted her had decided: and of course genetics prior deciding she was destined to be large long before she did her first dance with death. These Grysk were little more than runts to her, mortals. Of course, that's all anyone here was: puny little mortals dabbling in empty affairs that would be forgotten in a year.

Such was life for these young races, it seemed.

She barely heeded the words of [member="Madalena Antares"], she was simply back in her element. There was slaughter and that was all, whilst the Grysk were able to hold against Lightsabers and the like, it meant nothing to the "Sephi" monster. Lightsabers were the tools of people with weak arms and cowardly skills, she used her own mighty Klaive. And she knew her plasma edged blade with her strength behind it would leave more than enough of a mark to match any weak armed glow-stick that relied on it's plasma to do all the work.

[member="Hanna"]

Meaningless drivel. But meaningless drivel she was getting paid for. And that was the best kind: with almost an absent-mind she her massive Klaive, a weapon that easily was taller than many of the little anarchists here, and a head came rolling from one of the Grysk warriors. Armor meant nothing without good joint protection, and she had learned the vast majority of races neglected such things.


Size rarely mattered, at the end of the day. Whilst Lirka was indeed a massive brute of a woman it was far from her choice in the matter, just what the Kaminoians who resculpted her had decided: and of course genetics prior deciding she was destined to be large long before she did her first dance with death. These Grysk were little more than runts to her, mortals. Of course, that's all anyone here was: puny little mortals dabbling in empty affairs that would be forgotten in a year.

Such was life for these young races, it seemed.

She barely heeded the words of [member="Madalena Antares"], she was simply back in her element. There was slaughter and that was all, whilst the Grysk were able to hold against Lightsabers and the like, it meant nothing to the "Sephi" monster. Lightsabers were the tools of people with weak arms and cowardly skills, she used her own mighty Klaive. And she knew her plasma edged blade with her strength behind it would leave more than enough of a mark to match any weak armed glow-stick that relied on it's plasma to do all the work.

Meaningless drivel. But meaningless drivel she was getting paid for. And that was the best kind: she her massive Klaive, a weapon that easily was taller than many of the little anarchists here,

 

[Madalena Antares]

Location: Kibra city proper
Wearing: Standard mundane armor, colored red
Wielding: Meymad
Tags: [member="Lirka Ka"] | [member="Elias Logain"] | [member="Hanna"] | + Open to anyone!

The shockwave of energy that was the result of [member="Hanna"] 's actions sent Madalena flying a few feet backwards, but the smile on her face as she landed balanced on her feet was impossible to miss. To the other side she could see [member="Lirka Ka"] doing what her entire body and being was designed for – mass slaughter based on brute force. The three of them were nearly indestructible. Madalena could feel the power course through her veins.

Once, in what felt like several lifetimes ago, she had heard the song every time she fought. The body she had been in at the time was built for battle, and every time it was involved in combat, the blood always sang that sweet, sweet song that had no rhythm that she could mimic, no lyrics she could give to anybody. For months, Madalena walked around missing that song, wanting to hear it again, to feel it. She many of those months, she had feared the song had disappeared from her grasp forever.

But then she found the way.

Twirling the parts of her lightsaber staff before she attached it back to her belt, the Sith Sorceress began to gather the Force around her. Cracks could be heard all around them now, at least by those who would pause for a moment from their fighting. Madalena continued to pour the energies into it, the smile on her face widening. Beneath the sounds of cracks, she could hear it – the beginning of the song. For her, it was not the physical combat that drew it, that enticed it to begin.

No.

For her, it was the Sith Magic that did it. And as she finished pooling the Force around her, she unleashed with great power her Dark Side Tendrils, sending the river of black tendrils that were darker than night forward to wash over the street. Grysk, mercenary, innocent person at the wrong place, it did not matter. Her Tendrils would feed on their life force, and she would not hold back. The Dark Paladin of Chaos had come to claim lives, and she would claim them all. The Grysk were simply a comfortable excuse, one that could be used without dilemmas of morality.

"Do not let it touch you," she warned Hanna and Lirka, "Swords and weapons cannot undo this." It would be the only warning they would receive from her that day.

 

[The Bridesmaid]

Location: The City
Tags: [member="Madalena Antares"] , [member="Hanna"] , [member="Lirka Ka"]


"You sure are... kind of tougher than I'd hoped", the Bridesmaid muttered as she rolled backwards, avoiding the slightly aggravated Grysk she was fighting.

After a few more missed strikes and shots fired, her opponent's body slumped over and fell to the ground. "Are you dead? You dead? You're not alive anymore? Yeah? Okay, good. Good." The Bridesmaid fired a few more shots at it, just to be sure and all, before she observe the scene around her, spotting more than a few angry Grysks running here and there, probably going towards the commotion up ahead.

"Yeah this was a terrible plan, Morg", she whispered to herself as she stepped over the Grysk's body. As she moved forward, the sounds of conflict increased and so did the bodies scattered around the city. "I hate myself", she muttered as she saw a group of... people-ish individuals up ahead. At least they were also fighting the Grysk, so that meant they were probably friendly, or at least that was what the Bridesmaid furiously hoped.

Not seeing another option, she carefully approached the group from behind, blasters raised at them. She peered ahead, slightly impressed by how easily the group seemed to be dealing with the ones that attacked them.

She didn't have a plan to make sure these people didn't just murder her on the spot, so she decided to just risk it. They were probably nicer than the Grysk, right?

She cleared her throat before speaking loudly, hoping to be heard above the conflict.

"They're kind of ugly, aren't they?", she said with an innocent smile on her face.

 

[Hanna]

Hanna
Post 3
Location: Outskirts of Kibra City
Equipment: Hanna’s Phase I Haywire Armor, F-11E Blaster Rifle, 2 Czerka Fighting Knives, 2 Sonic Grenades, 2 Impact Grenades
[member="Madalena Antares"] [member="Lirka Ka"] [member="The Bridesmaid"]

Hanna, fearless as she was self-destructive, directed her initial attack at the largest Grysk, who was even bigger than the towering elf who cut a swathe of destruction through the enemy ranks with a wickedly shaped blade. As the massive beast roared a savage warcry, Hanna responded with a lethal discharge of precise plasma fire from her F-11E blaster rifle. The pair of powerful bolts struck the creature directly in the abdomen, staggering him and no doubt causing him a significant amount of pain. However, the brute pushed himself back up onto his feet and charged the diminutive Qilin warrioress with a surprising explosion of speed. Though she still had time to get one more shot off with her rifle, Hanna knew that it was unlikely to immediately put the beast down. Instead, she pointed her arm in the direction of the charging Grysk and fired a shockwave which threw the beast back over 4 meters. Then, she stowed her rifle on her back and sprinted towards the fallen creature with a pair of vibro-daggers in hand, seeking to dispatch the brute with blade in the name of Discordia.

In spite of his considerable advantage in size, strength, and speed, the Grysk was briefly surprised to see such a diminutive female creature running towards him with a shrill warcry on her lips and a tiny pair of vibro-daggers in her small hands. Fortunately for Hanna, the brute’s surprise was just enough for her to seize the initial advantage. Before the brute managed to get back onto its feet, Hanna managed to stab the creature twice in the abdomen, where the armor had been significantly weakened from her initial shots. However, with its overwhelming strength, the wounded beast simply tossed the girl aside, throwing her back a full 2 meters. Nevertheless, Hanna was nothing if not persistent. She rolled over just in time to evade an overhead strike from the brute’s vibro-glaive, which would have cleaved her in two if it had struck, had she not been wearing armor. Then, she kicked herself back onto her feet while narrowly avoiding an attempted stomp to her chest. Unbeknownst to Hanna in the fire of the moment, Madalena had unleashed a pit of snaking tendrils which fed off the life force of its victims. One of the tendrils latched onto the massive Grysk that Hanna was facing, quickly sapping the creature of energy and vitality. Nonetheless, the Grysk attacked Hanna once more. The creature swung at the girl’s torso, intending to bisect her at the stomach. However, the swing was undisciplined and lumbering, as a result of the enervating effect of Madalena’s dark side tendrils. The Qilin deftly back stepped out of the blade’s range before pointing her arm at the Grysk and shooting a pair of pink bolts from her wrist-mounted laser weapon. Though only one of the bolts hit the monster, it bought Hanna enough time to lunge forward forward and plunge both of her daggers in the Grysk’s thick neck.

"Bless Discordia! Bless the Lady of Chaos! Your blood will sanctify her throne!" Hanna screamed as the massive creature choked on the two phrik blades lodged in its throat. Then, with a savage warcry, she kicked the beast down to the ground before yanking her daggers from the flesh of the dying monster...

 

[Nighthaunter]

Tags: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Renn Garrick"]
Location: Above Planets biggest dockyard
Equipment: MK 1 Nightsuit, grappling hook, Shuriken Throwing Stars, katana, two daggers, collapsible sniper rifle, blaster pistol, EMP.

Looking down upon Scherezade he must admit he had zoned out for a moment getting slight tunnel vision as he focused on her and the hostile Grysk in the surrounding area. Nighthaunter then heard a voice from behind him and a immediately leaped up to his feet, dropping his sniper rifle and pulling out his Katana and pointing it at the new comer. He studied the new comer looking him over, he was very heavily armed, and had a lot of armour on complete with a red cloak. He looked like your stereotypical bounty hunter, although he would never tell the bounty hunter, he was impressed that he could sneak up on him.

"Identify yourself, before I decide to free your head from your shoulders." Nighthaunter said quietly, his voice distorted from his mask. His HUD identifying all the weak points that could be exploited in his opponents armour.

As this was happening he looked down below him as he saw Scherezade had gotten herself into a spot of trouble, one of the Grysk soldiers had spotted her trying to sabotage the first ship. She never could do things quietly, he sighed to himself as he watched how she was going to handle the situation. He saw all of the blades in her holsters leave her and hover in the air. He waited for her to kill the Grysk soldier, however he noticed her fiddling with her comms and couldn't quite make out what she was saying. He was sure she could handle it, as he again turned his attention to the newcomer, sword still raised.

 

[Be'iqaronn]

Location: Morcanth's largest dockyard
Equipment: A280 blaster rifle | XR-18 Revolver | WESTAR-35 blaster pistol x2 | Thermal detonator x2 | Combat Knife | 10 m of rope | 5 throwing knives
Tags: [member="Nighthaunter"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"]

Renn sat there a grin on his face under his helmet. “Truly I should be asking you the same, who are you? Also it looks like your friend down there is surrounded.” Upon saying this Renn pulled out his revolver, it wasn’t a quick motion a slow one. Sliding the barrel it was set on a sniper round, and he pushed the hammer forward, the click of metal on metal making a small noise. Though he looked hostile Renn’s actions made him look friendly. His knife was away, weapon over back and he had just disarmed his pistol.

“So the Agents finally decided to attack this place, truly not the best timing. I was about to cut a bunch of fuel lines and blow up the place.” Renn just stood there watching what was happening with Scherezade.

“Should you help her?” During this Renn finally looked at Nighthaunter. Yanking out his revolver he aimed at one of the me by her, lining up a shot he waited. Wondering if his calibrations on his revolver actually fixed it he stood, a steady arm. Surely more guards were on their way, he pulled the trigger and turned back to Night, not even checking if his shot hit true. His revolver had a makeshift silencer that was one use on it, so it fell and shattered.

“Why don’t we put the weapons down and talk this out?” Renn looked insane, but he knew full well what he was doing, putting his revolver in his holster he stood arms by his side and waited.

 

[Kyrinov]

Location: Kirba City
Gear: [Armor] | [Twisted Fate]
Tags: [member="Madalena Antares"] | [member="Lirka Ka"] | Anyone in the City

He’d been away for far too long.
The Epicanthix had locked himself away on his ship and simply drifted within the unforgiving void of space. His journey within the Confederacy was appreciated and certainly an ambitious and delightful undertaking, however, he needed time to himself.
So, he drifted.

Fate would see him here, by the sides of two friends from the Confederacy. Rather two familiar faces. They were supposed to beat some lizard tail and take names along the way from the sounds of all the distant shouts. It was for the best, in his mind. Where there was corruption and oppression, there would soon be balance. Where the Grysk saw the opportunity for conquest and subjection, he saw the opportunity for absolution.

The History of the Galaxy is written by the victors, the spoils and praise go to those who triumph while the losers are left as another civilization or species or world that fell silently in the void. Hopefully, Discordia would smile on their mission today.

The young Epicanthix priest was a distance away though he could hear the cacophony of sounds that made up the battle. Another block and he would be with the main strike force. One block between him and his partners.One block where Twisted Fate could shine and wreak havoc as it was meant to. The Sith Sword pulsed like a living heartbeat within the Force and within his hand. A gift from an Exarch of the Confederacy, the sword throbbed with the energy of the Dark Side, with all of its fury to show for it.

<”Heed,”> it commands. <”Heed my will.”>

<Bleed,”> it says. <”Bleed, they will.”>

Kyrinov smirked. Twisted Fate was just as eager as he, yet it must be contained. Mellowed as not to mar or diminish his own free will. A breath in and out and the giant of a man shot forward, a mantra running through his head just as he reached his first victim.

The field of battle is my temple.​

The sword point is my priest. ​

The dance of death is my prayer.​

The killing blow, my release.​

The Knight sliced through a group of unaware soldiers before sailing to cut down four other further down the street. Each slash and life reaped a boon to his own strength and stamina, the cesspool of Dark Side energy welling up inside him, writhing in his core to be unleashed. The group was less than a few hundred feet away at this point and there was one more trick he wanted to use while he had the space.

At once, the mask that hid his signature in the Force fell as he opened himself. He embraced the familiar heat of energy seemingly seeping out of his ever pore, his eyes glowing a feral yellow while the pinkness in his eye intensified. He chuckled to himself and waited but a moment before uttering a phrase,

“Qȃzoi kyantuska,” his hand extended towards a group of six Grysk in front of him, still unsuspecting of the danger right under their noses without any alarm to alert them to his presence. Oh, but they would know soon enough of who and, perhaps, what he was. He latched onto all six of their minds, using the extra stamina from their fallen brothers to fuel the spell. “Destroy your forces up ahead.”

There was no hesitation on their part. They charged head first into the thick of the battlefield, blasting and cutting down their own as he trailed behind them, picking off the ones they missed while being cautious of the tendrils flailing about.

Kyrinov smirked, the expression broadening into a chaotic and maddening smile.

Discordia wished to see these oppressors fall and he was to play a part of their absolution. She would be pleased.

 

[Nyree Justice]

Location: Grysk holding cell.
Wearing: A cute top, shiny bottoms, and rockin flats.
Wielding: My unending charm.
Tags: [member="Alwine Lechner"] | [member="Celiana"] | + the badguys

The Nikto merely licked his lips at my suggestion he take a few steps back, giving a throaty chuckle. Nyree knew that look, and frankly, she did not like it. But, there was no saying she couldn't use it. She was a charmer, and she didn't blame him for the thoughts going on in his head. She was, after all, in the top ten most gorgeous things in the galaxy.

"Look, buddy, I get where you are going with this, but--I think we can both benefit by getting some more privacy than this cell offers us," she looked over her shoulder at the females this brute had clearly made sharing a cell with him a living hell. "So what do you say we find ourselves some place with more privacy, ya know, outside of here. Think you can do that for me, Daddy-o?"

Alwine was right to suspect the Grysk were prepared for a war. But in their minds--well, this was going to be one that shaped up very differently. They saw the ship approaching and let them land in the hangar. It was quiet, easy. Some would say too easy. The Grysk saw this as an opportunity to take not just one ship with one organic on it as a slave, but another one, full of more slaves. The only thing better than one slave was--well, more slaves. When the boarders landed the pure, deathly silence settled over the loading bay once more. Not a single particle of dust stirred. When their loading ramp eventually lowered, then all hell broke lose.

A trio of stun grenades were hurled from three different hiding spots behind crates and energy cells where the Grysk warriors had been waiting. Hardly known for their patience--or savvy--six of the reptilian warriors charged out at the ramp and the new comers, their stun rifles blazing and a guttural war cry on their lips. Teeth barred, savage feral eyes quickly charged towards the boarders. The Grysk would show no mercy except where the bottom line was concerned.

The Nikto banged on the cell door, his fists slamming against the metal repeatedly. Nyree stood back against the wall, folding her arms across her chest. Splatters of the alien's blood began to form on the metal door from his assault, but it was not giving way. Either way the chick knew she was about to win--either this Nikto would die or they'd kill him.

Suddenly the door slid open, two Grysts stood there to subdue the prisoner, but they were not prepared for what a Randy Nikto could do. He grabbed the one on the left's shoulder, slamming it head first into the metal wall. Its corpse slumped to the floor as the other brought his blade around, stabbing between the Nikto's third and fourth ribs. Blood poured out onto the floor, the orange monster snapped the Gryst's forearm like match sticks, Nyree could hear the bones splinter, followed by the sounds of the Gryst's sharp cry that was cut off with a wet crunch.

A trio of blaster bolt shots from the left side of the hall tore into the Nikto's back. It was in a blood rage now, the more damage it took, the more intensely it felt the need to destroy everything in its path blindly. He whirled around, charging down the hall with a viscous roar.

"Come on, girls, let's go," Nyree shouted. She sprang down the path in the opposite direction, careful to leap over the blood. There was no point in ruining these rockin' flats.

Nyree wasn't exactly interested in saving these three girls. It was every lady for herself, they just made great meat shields and bargaining chips. Through one turn and another, Nyree sprinted without direction. The sounds of bare feet pattered behind her as well as the Gryst shouts and screams. She didn't know where she was going, but she was sure wherever she ended up, it would be better than where she was coming from.

"Gotta get back to the Princess," Nyree noted to herself. "Gotta--find--eh, nah Deeper was just flat out annoying."

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Location: Supply depot
Equipment: Bio link
Actual look: link
Tag(s): [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Kamyrin Gyvolis"]

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Shortly after that she sent the droid and the message through the comm channel she heard a very-very familiar voice. It was Scherezade’s voice. Because she was alone and wears helmet, Ingrid allowed herself a short smile before she answered the comm message.

”It’s always a pleasure to hear your voice Scherezade” she replied.

She was hear the other woman out, and processed the information what she’s got. Supply depot, in the city the chaos rules, she didn’t know yet, how the local people will react her. So Ingrid is preparing for the worst. In the end she received the coordinates.

”Anything for you! I got the coordinates, on my way!” she replied.

Se looked around quickly to find a ground vehicle what she can use too. It took a few minutes to her to find the right vehicle to herself; a biker. She didn’t saw the biker’s owner, so Ingrid did not embarrass herself and stole it and finally set out for the supply depot. On her heading was she avoid the locals as far as she could.

However some Grysk tried to shoot her, but her biker was faster, no shots hit her, or the biker. At the end of the road, she arrived to the coordinates. Ingrid stopped the vehicle, and get off it. She reaches down for her Westars to secure the weapons. When the weapons are in her hand, she start to explore the place.

”I’m here darling. Who, or what do I seek here?” she asked Scherezade through the communications channel.

 

[Alwine Daye]

Location: Moving to the Grysk ship
Wearing: Default light armor
Wielding: WindWhisper
Tags: [member="Nyree Justice"] | [member="Celiana"] | [member="Reyn Australis"] | + Open!

Those few seconds felt like a life time.

Alwine could hear her heart beating above it all, the sounds of du-dum du-dum racing as her Lupine heart worked much faster than any human heart ever would. It was all she heard above the deadly silence as the ramp began to lower itself, she and the rest of her people ready. They had their weapons out. For her, it was too late to shift into a wolf; the four minutes it would take would spell out of death for her if it happened mid-fight.

A Lupine, on one hand, was incredibly strong in its human shape, and even stronger in a wolf shape, yet of all the shifting species she had read about, it seemed that their shortcomings were among the worst. A shift that had begun could not be stopped. A broken body shifting would break it even further. There were no partial shifts. And skipping shifting into a wolf meant her mind would deteriorate. On Stewjon, they had always felt special, hiding because they were different in all the good ways. After being exposed to more of the Galaxy, Alwine wasn't sure how true that statement rang anymore.

And still, she was not entirely hopeless in the situation. For over a year she had trained hard with the Confederacy and the Knights Obsidian, as a Warrior, and before that she had secretly trained behind the family cottage on Stewjon with her brothers. Perhaps being a Warrior was not in call in life, but she would be damned if all the knowledge and skills she had gained during those years would be put to waste.

Every sense inside her body warned her of the grenades before they were launched, and a protective bubble rose around her and one of her squad mates, giving them protection just in time. But just as fast as it had risen, the shield vanished, leaving them all vulnerable to the stun blasts. With half of them already down, Alwine jumped back quickly, pushing her remaining squad member into safety as well, and cursed beneath her breath.

Only when she heard the sounds of them coming up the ramp, Alwine drew her weapon, the gift she had received so long ago from [member="Maple Harte"], and ignited the beam.

It was a sight to behold.

Alwine and her remaining squad partner fought as beasts to survive the encounter. Alwine was a slip of a girl, 5"0 tall and needing to stand up straight to reach the full potential her height had to offer. The Grysk were several feet taller than her and still she fought, moving fast, keeping the match even only by her prowess. She knew she could not match them strength for strength, but she had more than enough things in her arsenal to help her.

Her free hand shot balls of Kinetite at their enemies. The color of the Kinetite was a deep red, seeming to almost pulse with life before it hit them. And still, her focus would not break, her concentration did not falter.

But it was not enough.

Perhaps it had only taken minutes, but when more Grysk poured in, Alwine and her squad made could no longer hold the front line. The last she managed to do when a stun blast finally hit her was use Telekinesis to shove them away, and she screamed "GO! GO! GO!" at the pilot of their little ship. The Grysk could not have it, could not make their way to the transport vessel. Had she known they were coming, [member="Celiana"] and [member="Reyn Australis"] would have been her last hope.

And yet, seeing the ship leave the hangar brought a smile to the petite blonde's face, just before everything went dark, and the Grysk took her deeper into the ship, unknowing that in the meantime [member="Nyree Justice"] had made a daring escape.

 

[Kamyrin Gyvolis]

Post 2
Location: Supply Depot outside Kibra City
Equipment: Rin's Lightsaber + Nightmare Mk.IV Armor
Tags: [member=Ingrid L'lerim], [member=Scherezade deWinter], [member=Nighthaunter], and [member=Renn Garrick]

With the final count she pressed the detonator signalling for the other teams to do the same, in a single second it went from eerily quite to very loud as a blast sent the doors wide open if not flying off their hinges. Igniting her lightsaber, she was the first through the opening with smoke and dust still in the air covering her movements. Seeing larger figures standing in the smoke with shrapnel from the doors stuck in their flesh as they slowly moved in pain and surprise. Before they even had time to see her let alone raise their blasters she spun around with a horizontal slash cutting both figures in half separating their groin from their chest. Before the upper body even hit the ground again she was moving once again looking for more targets, the courtyard was filled seconds later with blaster fire as the guards and militia began to collide using the crates that littered it as cover.

Stabbing her lightsaber through the chest of another foe that began to raise his blaster towards her, she used his large frame as a kick board hopping over a second figure that ran towards her with a large blade. Bigger than her the blade found only his ally's flesh as he was cleaved finishing any hope of survival for him, before he could turn back around she laid crouched with one hand on the metal floor and slashed his feet separating them from the body and sending him falling. As he collided with the ground making a surprised and painful grunt she simply stabbed the blade into his chest, using both hands to twist it around in his stomach ensuring a quick death and no chance of survival. Over kill for the weapon she used, her training required absolute insurance that her foes would not become a future problem.

Standing up she heard the hiss of blaster fire and saw one pass a foot from her, aimed at her as she turned to see several more, using what she could of the force to deflect them, one found a hit on her shoulder with her armor shrugging off the hit but still sending a jolt of pain down her shoulder. Figuring she could not handle the combined fire as more figures saw and opened fire on her she jumped behind a large craft hearing several hissing sounds and smelling melted metal as they hit what cover she now had. Looking up she saw that she was not alone as two militia stood behind it firing from the sides and attempting to hide as much of their bodies as possible. Peaking from her cover she was that the enemy was in greater numbers than she had predicted, some crates lay open with several weapons missing or at least she assumed. Droids were even among their numbers, older models from the days of the republic most likely gained long ago.

She had caught the enemy preparing a counter attack and well she had gained the initial advantage with surprise and flanking, the enemy still controlled the high ground as they stood on the metal walls with droids that simply did not dodge as the militia blasted a few off the wall. With a flare of light as a blaster nearly missed her head she turned away out of instinct and hid back behind cover, it looked like they were out numbered three to one and well the droids were only good at giving them more fire power she had also seen security turrets that had probably been instilled by the forts prior occupants. Maybe a dozen that hanged of the ceiling bellow the outcropping of the walls, they were harder targets and much more accurate than the battle droids. Worst of all was the Grysk themselves, they were worthy foes that made up for the droids weakness. With everyone stuck behind cover at this point it was turning into a battle of attrition and not one she could win.

Clicking her comm device on she checked the situation of the other supply depots that had been targeted. With Alpha stuck in this situation, Bravo was having similar problems it looks like the Grysk were using the two closes to prepare a counter to the Agents assault. Charlie was faring much better having caught a skeleton crew and Delta was having a slightly harder time which meant at least those two could secure their targets but she might require further assistance. Catching the last part of [member=Ingrid L'lerim] and [member=Scherezade deWinter] she decided this was a good time to ask for help as another blaster shot passed by the corner she hid behind.

"Sorry to interrupt you conversation girls, but Alpha and Bravo Depots are having issues, the enemy is not a skeleton crew its a oversize unit that was prepping for a counter attack. I think this counts as a situation were I'd ask for help....so if you'd be so kind I could...."

With her communication being cut off as she heard the pounding of a large figure approaching her position, turning the corner she cut the Grysk warblade to find it some what resistant to her lightsaber as she turned it to the side barley missing her and instead hitting the metal leading to sparks flying up. With both her and the figure in some shock about to respond she decided it was better to push him back. Flipping horizontal in the air and giving him a foot to the face that sent him back in to shock as he brought the blade horizontal sliding inchs bellow her body and going wide finding no perch. Landing on a knee and watching the figure take a step back shaking her head she finished her communication before flipping it off and locking blades once more with him.

"HELP!"

 

[Nyree Justice]

Location: Grysk holding cell.
Wearing: A cute top, shiny bottoms, and rockin flats.
Wielding: My unending charm and enough luck to make my dad jealous
Tags: [member="Alwine Lechner"] | [member="Celiana"] | [member="Reyn Australis"] | + the badguys

To be completely honest, everything was going batsh!t crazy right about now. Nyree was running with strangers, in a strange ship, surrounded by strange aliens, and some random stranger had come in a boarding party to be completely overwhelmed by their strange tactics. They were running like crazy here, causing quite a stir. Nyree running with her pure instinct to make things not happen. Every move was nothing but her own guiding Force that had gotten her through the asteroids. She was straight up not having a good time. Ten for ten would not recommend. Zero out of five stars.

Suddenly she ground to a halt, pressing herself against the corner at T-intersection. The other three girls behind her barely skid to a stop in time. A set of guards were marching through the halls, carrying some of their fresh new prisoners down to the cells.

"Captain, captain, captain, block one has been compromised," One of the Grysk reported coming from the other end of the hall. "It looks like some of the prisoners have escaped and another has died, but we are still calculating the damage."

"Then we will have to go to Block two," the captain glowered, his eyes narrow with furious determination. "Execute anyone who was responsible."

"Of course sir."

"Captain, captian cap--"

"Look, Guys, you don't have to run up to me shouting 'hey, captain captain captain! Just friggin' say it for god's sake."

"Of course, sir. It looks like we have another boarding party from the opposite side, they are coming at it will full force."

"So... I mean... kill him? What is everyone else here five years old? Just kill them."

"Of course sir."

"Captain ca--"

A single blaster shot silenced the newest voice, followed by a sigh of furstration. "Look, shipwide announcement. The next guy to shout 'hey captain, captain, captain' at me is getting skinned alive. Ok? Just frigging say it."

Nyree could hear the sounds of the footsteps making their way away in the opposite direction. She turned to the other women with her. Nyree had a feeling that this ship was just one more catastrophe away from her escaping--but she had to make one or there was no hope of her getting out of here alive.

"I need you all to make a dash for the escape pods," she whispered. "Get out of here, I know you can make it alone. I'm going to see what I can do for those other people."

The women didn't even nod, they scurried away without a second look. Nyree furrowed her brow and stood there consternated for a moment. She placed her hand on one hip, pinching the bridge of her nose with the other, "Ya know--like--a simple 'oh, and, thanks for saving me from a live of abject slavery' would--I mean, it would be really nice. Not needed, but, ya know. Kinda nice."

Nyree sighed and began sulking after the other Grysk. It didn't take her long to catch up with them. Her flats, unlike their heavy boots, didn't really make a lot of sound on the duracrete flooring. For extra measures, she timed her steps in line with the last two marching in the formation. Cell Block Two was a lot like cell block one, Nyree realized as they arrived on the scene. In fact, it was almost a little bit--pathetic.

As the last Gryst made it in, a pair of heavy blast doors began to close after them. Nyree didn't have time to think. She dove in, the doors sealing shut behind her. She lost control, sliding across the floor, stopping against the heels of the last two Grysk soldiers. They looked over their shoulders at her, furrowing their brows in surprise and irritation.

"Hey fellas," she said propping her head up on one hand casually, "Gotta say, your butts look pretty cute in that armor. Whoever kills the other gets to buy me a drink."

"What the hell? You?!?! You??? Just--just kill her!" the captain screeched, the veins in his forehead visibly popping out.

Nyree propelled herself along the floor with a kick of both legs. She barely slid away in time as their force pikes came down right where her head and torso had been. She careened wildly along the floor until her body slammed against the control panel. The Grysk were hot on her tail, pikes and stun cuffs read. Nyree squeezed her eyes shut swinging a random slap on the top of the control panel. She was hoping that whatever luck had kept her alive this far would keep working. She could hear the sound of a dozen doors opening and roars of anger. She opened her eyes, the cells were open. The prisoners, with nothing left to lose, were fighting for their very freedom. Most of the Gryst had dropped the prisoners they were dragging/carrying. Among them, Nyree spotted a woman, the only woman in the group. She could tell, not just by that form fitting body suit--but also because she was the only one not wearing a helmet. She had to admire that hair and make up game, though.

"Must be important," Nyree muttered to herself.

Clamboring on hands and knees, she wove through the fight and grabbed the blonde by her armor collar. With every fiber of her being, Nyree began to drag her through the fight. They made their way out the now-open blast door and half way down the corridor before Nyree had to stop and catch her breath. "Not--as--light--as --- you look, huh?"

 

[Madalena Antares]

Location: Kibra city proper
Wearing: Standard mundane armor, colored red
Wielding: Meymad
Tags: [member="Lirka Ka"] [member="Elias Logain"] [member="Hanna"] [member="Kyrinov"] [member="The Bridesmaid"] | + Open to anyone!

The battle resumed. While her dark waves flowed over a sizable part of the street, melting the life force out of any of those it touched, be they Grysk or local, Madalena cared not. She had given the warnings to stay out of its way and those that had not heeded her words would pay the price.

To one side of her, she could see [member="Hanna"]. There was something to be said about tiny women unafraid to take on such big dudes. She could imagine the snickers of those who did not understand comparing her to a rodent, but she wasn't one; the horn in her forehead alone would tip them off regarding that, and Hanna had something that many lacked - courage, persistence, strength of the heart. Madalena knew she did not have to babysit the girl, but she kept a watchful eye out of a pure base instinct, even though she knew that – yep. There it was. Hanna took the big Grysk down. The Dark Paladin was mighty proud of her youngling. Especially when she began to scream her words out.

It was the sound that came from behind them though ([member="The Bridesmaid"]) that brought her dark waves to a stop as she spun, glowing green eyes falling on a woman she had never seen before. It was a dangerous game, to interrupt a fight like that. And still, she could smell the battle on the woman. "Fight them with us," she offered as more Grysk began to fill the streets, coming from all sides, weapons in hands, growls heard at every angle, "or die alone."

Moving her arms, Madalena's staff produced lightsaber beams from both ends now. She was ready for the fight.

She was not ready for the Force announcement of [member="Kyrinov"] 's presence. The Head of the Wild Hunt cast her gaze at him, seeing now that he was busying himself with six of the brutes. What he was doing exactly, she did not know, but she did not need to know. Another escapee of the Confederacy, he had become a Priest, and it was part of her job within the Agents to know that. Whatever it was that he was doing, it was going to benefit them. A lot.

And there it was. When the six turned around and began to fight their own, Madalena knew in broad strokes of what he had done.

"Leave those six for last," she ordered those around her as she gave the pale man a grateful nod, and explained; "They will be fighting with us and for us. Kill everyone else."

The street was already littered with bodies.

And it would fill with many more before they were done.

 

[Hanna]

Hanna
Post 4
Location: Kibra City
Equipment: Hanna’s Phase I Haywire Armor, F-11E Blaster Rifle, 2 Phrik Combat Daggers, 2 Sonic Grenades, 2 Impact Grenades
[member="Madalena Antares"] [member="Lirka Ka"] [member="The Bridesmaid"] [member="Kyrinov"]

The Grysk came in waves, with each warrior seeking to avenge the death of their chieftain so that he could support a potential claim to his rank. As such, many of the warriors went for the tiny horned female, only to find their path interrupted by their own bewitched comrades. However, the Grysk were a brutal and bloodthirsty breed. They viewed the six enthralled warriors as already defeated and bereft of life, in spite of the fact that they were still quite alive.

Hanna answered Madalena’s orders with yet another fiery invocation to Discordia as she brought her F-11E blaster rifle to bear and double-tapped a Grysk who had managed to penetrate the defensive line in front of her. The beast screamed in agony as he crashed to the ground, before he was permanently silenced with a single bolt to the head. Just as she finished the creature off, a bolt clipped Hanna on the shoulder, eliciting an inaudible wince from her lips as yet another Grysk broke through the lines, intent upon killing the horned she-demon who had slain his master.

With a growl of impatience, Hanna pointed her arm in the direction of the advancing Grysk and discharged a shockwave from her wrist-mounted repulsor weapon, tossing the brute 5 meters back into a nearby duracrete barricade. This time, she did not do the wretched creature the honor of dispatching him with blade. Instead, she fired a rapid succession four shots into his chest before he could even regain his footing.

Upon seeing the dishonorable manner in which their comrade was dispatched, three more bloodthirsty Grysk charged at Hanna, seething with rage in spite of the black tendrils which slowly sapped their vitality. Hanna double-tapped the first two, but reserved a special treat for the last one which involved one of her phrik daggers.

With a deep intake of air, Hanna pulled a dagger from a sheath on her hip and waited for over a second, until the beast was only 7 meters from her position. Then, with her eyes focused intently upon the Grysk’s throat, she loosed the dagger from her hand in a single graceful motion. Almost a second later, the blade buried itself in the brute’s windpipe and the Grysk collapsed to the ground as a copious stream of crimson trickled out from beneath its helmet. Hanna silently gave her thanks to the Lady of Chaos and she smiled with pleasure as the wretched thing choked to death on the phrik blade lodged in its throat.

On this blessed day, Discordia would bathe in blood.

 

[The Bridesmaid]

Location: The City
Tags: [member="Madalena Antares"] , [member="Hanna"] , [member="Lirka Ka"] [member="Kyrinov"]


"Righ then," Morgan muttered in response to the woman, who had already turned her attention back to stabbing people with some kind of glow in the dark staff.

"Well," she then added as she gave the woman's back a mocking smile," because you asked so nicely." Morgan was about to say something else, but was interrupted by a rather rude yelling sound coming from her left.

"Excuse yo-", she muttered before she barely managed to jump away from the charging Grysk. He grazed her shoulder, causing Morgan to fall to the ground and drop one of her blasters. The Grysk turned back towards her, and she quickly raised her remaining blaster and fired a volley of shots at the Grysk before he could smash her into an unhealthily tinier version of herself.

The brute's life quickly left him and his body slumped over, falling right onto Morgan, causing the air to be pushed out of her lungs. The girl wiggled a bit and then managed to push the thing back off of her, after which she took a few deep breaths.

"Alright, maybe save the mocking for later, yes?", she whispered to herself as she picked up her blasters. "Or better yet," she added as she noticed two more Grysk coming her way," maybe don't insult the only people on this planet that *might* not want to kill you." She chuckled dryly as she shot the first Grysk straight in his face a couple of times, causing him to drop dead almost instantly. "Oh my, Morg, what a wonderful idea." She shot the second assailant multiple times in his leg, causing him to stumble to the ground in a pitiful fashion. Morgan didn't spare the beast another glance as she mercifully freed him from his unfortunate pains.

More Grysk came to die, and not much later, Morgan stood amongst their bodies, looking for more targets. Not seeing any direct hostiles near her, she turned to speak to her newfound 'allies'. "What do you think about this", she joyfully exclaimed, motioning to the circle of death surrounding her. "Ah," she then replied to herself as she realised the others were too busy slaughtering many many more within seconds," pick up the pace. Got it."