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[Olyssandra]

Location: Edge of the Warbound Clan Compound, Northern Island Chain - Tof
Thread Objective: The Unclaimed Glow
Objective: Kill the Tof clan heirs.
Tag: Reina Daival

The Ersansyr reached her hand out towards the flames of the wreckage, keeping herself covered by some storage boxes. Using the Force to manipulate the flames. Feeding their growth and heat, letting more and more smoke spew outwards before she unleashed the flames onto the Tof, waves of flames erupting from the wreckages, incinerating the Tof nearest to it. Even if it didn't do much damage to the number of Tof there were, the sounds of your fellow warriors burning would do enough psychological damage for Reina to focus on throwing the heir over her shoulder, to let her book it back towards the way she had came. She just needed to find a room to put the heir down, and then focus on clearing herself an exit.

Olyssandra emerged from the stairwell just as the red-haired mercenary left the shuttle bay, the Midnight Harmony floating at her back like a pair of familiars as she did. Her gaze widened upon seeing the heir that the woman had thrown over her back, ostensibly still alive, albeit quite incapacitated. Their apparent orders were to kill the heirs, but capturing them alive was also acceptable, if the mission conditions made such a thing feasible.

“Follow me.”

With that, Olyssandra took off towards the northern section of the compound, expecting Dawn to follow after her. Leading the way, the elfin assassin engaged a pair of Tof warriors who had only just rounded the corner, intending to cut her off from the front. Without breaking her stride, the elfin assassin swept her right hand horizontally across her body, palm flat as if brushing away dust. One blade of the Midnight Harmony shot forward in a flat arc, carving a dark line at throat level. The blade’s Class-D disruptor field touched the first guard’s neck, and then the second’s in the blink of an eye. Their roars died as heads toppled from shoulders that ended in rings of vaporized flesh and armor. Their bodies slumped against the walls.

Olyssandra didn’t stop to watch them fall. Her pointed ears gave a faint twitch as she registered pounding footsteps approaching from behind. They were heavy, clumsy, and numerous. She knew immediately that it was another squad, drawn by the general alert.

“Keep moving,” Olyssandra said. “I will engage them.” She added.

Olyssandra planted her foot and spun, her body moving in a ballet-like rotation. As she turned, she brought her arms in tight, then flung them outward in opposite directions, fingers splayed like a starfish exploding.

The Midnight Harmony mirrored the action. The blades diverged, then curved violently outwards and back in, carving intersecting figure-eight patterns through the corridor. They moved faster than the eye could track, leaving blurry afterimages in their wake. One Tof was immediately decapitated, severed head sent flying into the wall like a dropped melon. Another was bisected diagonally from shoulder to hip. The one shouting orders took a blade through the mouth, the disruptor field silencing him as it exited from the back of his skull. The fourth stumbled back, only to be impaled by the returning blade as it completed its lethal circuit and snapped back to Olyssandra’s flank.

The entire engagement lasted less than two seconds.

Olyssandra turned, her gaze fixated on a reinforced hatch at the end of the corridor. An emergency exit.

“This exit should take us to the perimeter.” She moved quickly to the hatch’s control panel, taking out her multi-slice tool and inserting it into the terminal. The lock was overridden in an instant. The hatch hissed open, revealing the storm-lashed night and the small forest beyond the compound’s fences.

It was then that her eyes picked out the sprinting figures of the five remaining heirs.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Midnight Graveglass
  
  • Arms
    
    • Velocity-7 Dart Shooter - L Forearm
      
      • Mk. I Saberdart - Blood Boiler Payload (6)
      • Explosive Dart (6)
• Midnight Harmony (2)
• Siqsa-S1 Semiautonomous Seeker Obscuration Canister (2)
• FAE/MDE-01-S1 Semiautonomous Seeker Thermal Explosive (2)

 

[Jorryn Fordyce]

// Lady Jorryn Fordyce //
// Objective // The Cinder Council //
// Focus // "Templar" //

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Whatever Jorryn had assumed the armoured figure's business to be on this planet was immediately denied with an open palm, a crude way of rebuttal. There was a touch of indigence in the Echani's face as she was brushed off so easily, but it turned to curiosity as they instead reached down to grab a stick.

Drawing closer, the curiosity didn't disappear as symbols began to be drawn in the dirt of the floor. Her amber eyes affixed to the figure instead of what had been drawn, the former feeling of irritation disappearing as she instead wondered exactly who this was.

A mute perhaps?

Whatever the truth of the matter, at least the figure was answering the question in the way that they could. The writing had been crossed off to deny the desire for treasure or discovery unlike much of those that had come to claim such artefacts. What mattered most was the word that had been left behind.

Sith.

Amber eyes turned back towards the figure's visor, a steeled gaze meeting the unfeeling glass. Exactly what about the Sith had drawn this person here, were they an enemy or simply curious about their purpose. If this person sought to detract from their duties here, then Jorryn would doubtless have to deal with them.

It wasn't her favourite idea, for now she would simply examine the figure more. To understand her goals, and if they could be managed without detraction then there need be no fighting. Yet her lightsaber still clung to her hip if the alternative was necessary.

But something else pulled her thoughts away from potentials entirely. A rasp escaped from behind the helmet, violent and brutal in its nature. If it was another language then it wasn't one the Echani could understand, the likelier outcome was also the reason they had chosen writing to communicate. For whatever reason the armoured figure's voice chords were damaged, and whatever shadow of a voice came from their lungs failed to form words.

"You don't have to speak if words fail you."

Whether the reason for the words was sympathy or impatience was unknown even to the Echani herself, all that hung in her head was curiosity. There were ways for them to understand each other without a syllable passing between them, and the figure seemed to understand that as well as they instead motioned with their hands.

As the figure climbed into the shuttle, they beckoned Jorryn to come with them. An invitation to survey the fallen Tof ships, but the Echani wondered what the purpose of inviting the former Lord Inquisitor was. It could have been a trap, of course, separate Jorryn away from the other Sith in order to capture and interrogate her.

Still, the curiosity that helped the Echani so well in her past career pushed her forwards to join the person.

"If this is some sort of trap, I'll make you regret it."

There was a pause to reinforce that the Echani meant it, a steel gaze aimed towards their visor as she spoke. It lasted only a second before she climbed into the passenger seat of the speeder, joining the figure as clouds of dust unfurled behind them. A gaze carefully watched the map as it guided them forwards towards the fallen vessels.

She followed the figure, stepping out from the speeder behind her new companion. There was still that gnawing curiosity as to this person's goal, as well as who they were. Ruins strained against the horizons, broken free from the crust of the earth by the collision of the vessels. And yet, whatever ancient secrets they held mattered little to the armoured figure as they instead made their way towards the life pods.

"You haven't quite answered me about what you're doing here." Her arms fold across themselves as she stepped across the ruined topography. "Nor who you are. I assume you're not one of the Sith that have come here, but you're also uncharacteristically patient with a Sith following you around."

She waited a moment to see if either question would garner a response.

"I assume that speaking is above you, so I'll ask something more simple. Are you working against the Sith here?"

 

[Mauve du Vain]

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[Hasuras Na-Gerra]

The horrors of one invasion into another left many refugees. The Nagai were proud and independent, but even they could not stand tall before such devastation as now befell them.

In the Firefist, Gerra and his Vahlans returned to home. Or a type of home. Once they’d prowled this territory, nomadic marauders. Now many of their people spread beyond.

But the great bulk of the Vahlan nomads remained behind in the Firefist.

No longer.

An opportunity presented itself which could not be denied.

A great summit of Vahlan nomads ships gathered far from the conflict raging in the Firefist, in the depths of space.

Many refugees of the Nagai joined them.

At the meeting of the captains, Gerra stood tall and addressed them all.

“The time has come. The galaxy beyond is weak and lazy. We will set ourselves upon them and tear their jeweled thrones from their grasp.”

 

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Olyssandra
Objective: Tof Compound
Outfit

"Following you was the plan!"

Reina cried out, as she shifted her grip on the heir, holding onto them as tightly as she could. Yes, the mission had called for the complete and utter extermination of the Tof. And whilst they might be something a Soldier or a Sith wouldn't have even questioned and followed to the letter, Reina was neither of those. She still had her own morals. Her own code. Reina wasn't opposed to killing...but there was a part of her that felt like this was a better solution. Kill most of the Heirs, and keep a few alive. It would reduce the chance of some kind of uprising in Reina's eyes...Not that she doubted the Sith would be able to stomp down any uprising.

Even as bodies, and heads fell ahead of her, Reina didn't break her stride. As much as it may have been a bad idea, Reina trusted the Priestess to keep the Tof off her back. Making sure to get towards the Emergency Exit, before resting the unconscious heir against the wall. With that, she turned her head back to the rear of the corridor, ready to get her slugthrower at the ready...Only to find out that Olyssandra had already dealt with them all.

"...Huh. Nice job."

With that, the Ersansyr hefted the heir back up onto her shoulders before once more securing her grip. She could have used Mechu-Deru to hack through the hatch, but she let Olyssandra focus on slicing through the terminal, even as the hatch hissed open and the wind whipped through the opening. Hissing past Reina as her hair billowed behind her. Her gaze flickered over towards Olyssandra, as the Priestess' gaze seemed to focus in on the distance, with Reina spotting the heirs.

"You got them, right? I don't think they've got any shuttles to escape in."

Unless they had some kept hidden...but even then, Reina didn't think they'd be able to get far. Olyssandra had shown how capable she was at killing. At the very least, it reassured Reina. She wasn't as much of a killer as she thought herself to be.
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[Olyssandra]

Location: Edge of the Warbound Clan Compound, Northern Island Chain - Tof
Thread Objective: The Unclaimed Glow
Objective: Kill the Tof clan heirs.
Tag: Reina Daival

There was now very little left standing between Olyssandra and the five remaining heirs. The elfin assassin’s ears twitched as she registered the footfalls of shouting guards approaching from her front-right. Seven Tof warriors emerged out from behind a supply shed, their plastoid armor slick with rain. They opened fire almost immediately, azure-hued bolts tearing through the downpour while stitching a line of superheated rain and mud.

Olyssandra moved, shifting in a graceful lean to the left to dodge a bolt aimed for her head. As her torso bent, her right leg swept up in a high, graceful kick. A vector. The Midnight Harmony shot from her back, one sword following the precise arc of her pointed toe. It intercepted the next incoming bolt, the disruptor field at its tip causing the coherent energy packet to flare and sputter into nothingness with a hiss-crackle.

She landed from the kick in a deep crouch. Two more bolts slammed into the ground where she’d been standing, boiling puddles into steam. From the crouch, she exploded into a sideways aerial cartwheel, her body becoming a spinning axis. The second blade, mirroring her rotation, became a horizontal wheel of annihilation around her.

A Tof rushed in, intending to strike her mid-air before he met the arcing blade head-on. It sheared through his vibroblade, the arm holding it, and continued into his chest plate. He fell in two separate, sizzling pieces.

She landed silently in the mud then, her feet already continuing their stride. A barrage of fire forced her into a sequence of evasive steps. A dancing sidestep. A backwards glide. A descending pirouette. Each movement was only just sufficient to let the bolts sear past her, with some coming close enough to make the air singe.

However, each evasion was also a setup.

A sharp, jabbing gesture from her left hand, fingers tight together, sent the first sword darting forward like a needle. It punched clean through the helmet lens of a Tof taking careful aim, the disruptor field ensuring the kill was silent and instantaneous. The brute crumpled without a sound.

An enraged guard charged with a roar, an electrified vibro-axe held high for a crushing overhead blow. Olyssandra flowed into his charge. As the massive Tof closed the last few feet, axe beginning its downward arc, she dropped into an impossibly low slide directly between his legs. Her tiny form passed through the gap as the axe whistled harmlessly through the air above her back.

In the middle of her slide, a sharp, scissoring kick of her legs defined a vector. The Midnight Harmony mirrored the motion in a lethal reflection. The two blades crossed in a flashing ‘X’ in the space behind her, at the level of the charging Tof’s lower back and thighs.

The Tof completed his charge, his momentum carrying him forward. He took three more heavy steps, the confusion of his missed strike turning to a grunt of surprise. Then, the precision of the cut manifested. His torso, severed at the waist, slid forward and toppled into the mud. His legs remained standing for a grotesque second before they too collapsed.

The remaining four Tofs faltered, courage fraying at the edges of terror. They fired wildly, creating a net of azure energy. Olyssandra kicked-up back to her feet and advanced into it, her body becoming a vortex. A spinning leap carried her over a low burst of fire, the motion gathering both blades into a tight, orbiting shield around her that deflected two more bolts into the ground. From the apex of her leap, she descended into a forward roll. A blade shot out along the path of her momentum, before burying itself in the chest of a Tof attempting to flank her.

She came up from the roll into a poised stance as the last three warriors backpedaled away, firing wildly. With a final, almost artistic gesture her arms described a sweeping motion across her body as if drawing a curtain, recalling the Midnight Harmony. However, rather than flying straight back, the swords carved a wide, returning path. One whipped through the legs of a Tof, dropping him screaming into the mud. The other curved up and around, coming down in a vertical slash that split the guard from crown to sternum.

The final Tof turned to run with the fleeing heirs. A flick of Olyssandra’s wrist. A single blade darted out, lancing through the spine at the base of the neck. His run became a stumble, then a collapse.

Olyssandra shifted her attention towards the remaining heirs. They were unarmed and cornered, huddled against a mossy stone outcrop with clothes soaked and muddied. The Midnight Harmony hummed at her back while the Bloodsteel blades tugged at her awareness, screaming for more.

Olyssandra denied its compulsion.

With a sharp outward sweep of her hand the sword became twin arcs of annihilation. They crossed the clearing in a blurred dance of dark energy, their paths intersecting with four necks in a sequence too quick for the unaugmented eye to follow. What came next was the soft thuds of four heads hitting the wet forest floor almost simultaneously, expressions frozen in mortal shock.

The Midnight Harmony settled back behind her shoulders. The assassin-priestess’ electric blue gaze settled on the fifth figure—a young Tof woman clad in a coat and a night gown.

The Tof princess.

Final Post.​

Spoiler: Loadout

• Midnight Graveglass
  
  • Arms
    
    • Velocity-7 Dart Shooter - L Forearm
      
      • Mk. I Saberdart - Blood Boiler Payload (6)
      • Explosive Dart (6)
• Midnight Harmony (2)
• Siqsa-S1 Semiautonomous Seeker Obscuration Canister (2)
• FAE/MDE-01-S1 Semiautonomous Seeker Thermal Explosive (2)