Flashpoint: Maramere | CIS Dominion of Maramere (S,48)

[Ascendant Muse]

Those who do not learn from History the first time are doomed to repeat it.

Maramere had never been valued for its people or its beauty. From the moment the Darkness ended, the distant planet had only been craved for an impossibly scarce resource. To this end the world danced between numerous owners, from pirates to slavers and every other sordid type. For but a brief moment, Maramere and her denizens knew peace under the protection of the Omega Pyre - but with their collapse, the planet once again descended into the clutches of beasts.

Once again, her pristine beaches were abandoned. Her people locked in their homes for fear of oppression or death. And for years, the cries of Maramere went unanswered. Yet, unbeknowest to the native Mere, a glimmer of hope began to shine a few months prior. At the time, the Confederate delegation did not know the full truth of how terrible the world's situation was. They had come, like many others, to dig for precious Stygium.

They were aided in this task by some of the natives, under the close supervision of their "employers." Yet, as the mining operation concluded and the Confederates returned home, a discovery would be made in their cache some time later. A recorded plea for aide, stashed among the crystals themselves.

And like so many cries before them, the Confederacy answered.

As the light of a new day began to warm the sands of Maramere, the heavens above were graced with a new presence. They thundered into realspace, slicing a path forward with vigor. The battle tested Storm Fleet had come to bring the oppressors of Maramere to heel. At the heart of the Confederate formation was the behemoth herself, the Fortressa, which readied her swarm for battle. Within her hallowed walls did the Confederacy's finest ready themselves for the fight to come. The weapons lockers were emptied - the landing craft were primed for launch.

By blade and by blaster, Maramere would be free. The Flashpoint had begun.

Spoiler: Objectives

Breach the blockade mustered by the Lok Revenants and descend upon Mount Merakan. A literal fortress has been carved into the side of the mountain - and now acts as the Revenants' seat of power on Maramere. Smash through their shields, break through their walls, and leave not a single survivor. Their reign of terror ends today!

The Lok Revanants have staged a daring blockade to repel Storm Fleet. Our mission is break their space superiority long enough that the operation on the ground can see success. Ready your fighters, rally your ships, and burn through the enemy for the Confederacy!

Spoiler

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[Rhaegar Nemesis Dib]

Weeks had gone by. The villainy of the Confederacy was spreading like a plague, one that consumed all in their path. Planet by planet, system by system, sector by sector, the sickness that was Diplomacy was spreading. But this wasn't true diplomacy, it was a facade. A Sith Lord born as a Mandalorian was ruling the CIS and the shadow of corruption was beginning to be seen. The Emperor of the Confederacy was not known for what he was by the Galaxy just yet, but for the people of Maramere they knew the truth. The Dark Lord of the Confederacy was coming for them, and no one could stop them.



But a visionary had come to offer a chance. An opportunity. He knew the truth and had opened their eyes to the reality. The Confederacy of Independent Systems were a vile, evil government that either ruled you, or they destroyed you. And Maramere had chosen to stand and fight. And if they died they would do so as free men and women who fought for an ideal, resisting the tyranny of an evil man and his brainwashed regime that acted as a cult.



And so Nemesis Nemonus was selected as their commander in chief.



Quickly, with the utmost trust and admiration of the leaders of Maramere (that totally wasn't won through mind control, threats of violence against family of those resistant, and assassinations that were obviously attempts to destabilize the planet before the evil CIS arrive) Nemesis began by fortifying Mount Merakan. Already the massive castle was nestled into the mountain, a city shield and heavy batteries a deterrent to an aerial assault. The valley that lead to the castle was also being prepared. Militia forces were transcripted and the army was prepared.



Meanwhile in orbit the rag tag armada was coming along nicely. At the center the massive Spacestation 1138 had been retrofitted for battle. No longer just a prison, the station had added several layers of extra hull, more armaments, and fully outfitted their hangar with older vulture Droid fighters. Pulling at their current naval capacity Nemesis also supplemented the fleet with several older ships that had been put out of service. Retrofits were currently being done to make them battle worthy.

Sitting upon the command throne of the resurrected Revenant Nemesis quietly waited. The armada was prepared, currently spaced around Maramere or hidden around the other planets in system. The nearby moon of Khons was in the right orbit for it's station to aid in the assault that would surely soon come.


A blockade of freighters ringed the planet filled with innocent civilians in unarmed and unshielded ships.

Spoiler: Fleet

Fleet Meterage: 3,950 meters


Errant Force:


x1 Revenant (Nemesis' Command Ship)

x1 Spacestation 1138

x3 Sabaoth Destroyer 400 meter ship

x6 Mere Cruiser 195 meter ship



Nod Kartha Force:


x6 Orbital Defense Cannons

x1 Sabaoth Destroyer 400 meter ship

x2 Mere Cruiser 195 meter ship



Khons Force:


x1 Orbital Defense Cannons

x1 Sabaoth Destroyer 400 meter ship

x2 Mere Cruiser 195 meter ship

 

[BX-72967-RAZOR]

E X T E R M I N A T U S​

Razor remembered.

The Commando was not daft enough to believe that it dreamed. Rather, it simply was cycling through remnant data and presenting it as fuel for its motivators. Though it had been tirelessly scrubbed and upgraded over the last few months, Razor held fast to the horrendously outdated files. They were centuries' old, from the Clone Wars era, and played over and over almost like a mantra. Razor "remembered" what had seen him discarded into the scrap heaps of Raxus Prime. Razor "remembered" that failure was not an option.

Razor activated.

As the Confederate Armada thundered forth from hyperspace, the Commando unit unfurled its limbs from their stowed position. Rising, its systems automatically ran through a diagnostic - ensuring that everything was in the green before the incoming battle. Once its HoloNet connection stabalized, it also received a live feed of data from Command - the enemy had marshalled an impressive force to meet them in the air as well as on the ground. Its orders were simple. Some meatbags might have even called them vicious.

Exterminatus Protocol: Active

To the surface would the freshly formed Exterminatus unit descend. Their mission would be to completely eradicate the enemy holed up within Maramere's mightiest mountain. And, as if to denote the severity of the active protocol, the Droid's photoreceptors seemed to bleed. The white of their depths quickly being replaced by a terrifying red. Now standing at its full height, Razor strode across the hangar of the Fortressa and armed itself at the nearest weapons locker. A disruptor rifle was clutched within its dominant hand, whilst a Commando Vibrosword clung to the magnets upon its waist. A handful of ordnance also were stuck upon its waist, forming a utility of belt of sorts.

From this point, it tarried before one of the dropships intended to head to the surface. It would not board until its unit had assembled alongside it.

"Unit: BX-72967, Designation: Vermes, now present in the hangar. Awaiting fellow Exterminatus before proceeding." came the metallic hum of its voice over the comm.

[member="WD-334], [member="Kyber"], [member="G3M1N1"], [member="Vulture 21"]

 

[WD-334]

WD-334 had come to Vermes. The protocol had been activated. Exterminatus was active. The war droid headed through the ship it was aboard, and headed to the hangar. "WD-334. Heading to hangar. Exterminatus activated, ready to proceed" the droid communicated to [member="BX-72967"] as well as other Exterminatus members. The droid arrived to the hangar, standing by. With it was a small contingent of it's Echani Guard, they always went where WD-334 went. At least four were there.

"WD-334 has arrived to hangar. Ready to proceed" it announced. Those that were to be against the Exterminatus would know fear. "Back up Echani Guard units for WD-334's protection ready to proceed" one of them announced from beside the war droid. They were prepared there.

[member="Kyber"] [member="G3M1N1"] [member="Vulture 21"]

 

[Anya Malvern]

She felt armor was...to bulky, it restricted the grace and movement of the user especially a force user. She however understood it was better to be safe then dead and given her past experience with the battle field this time she decided this time some light armor would work instead of nothing.

your excited of the battle to come no?

Spoke the doashim within her head, she couldn't help a smirk as she locked the arm piece in and moved around nodding to herself

I'm a warrior by heart, this battle I know will be glorious and with just cause.

She was simply answered with a chuckle, she finished putting everything on and moved around to make sure it was in place right, he took a breath and turned....honestly she was nervous, this was her first massive battle after tatoonie....she rolled her shoulders and shrugged off that fear, she would not allow herself to be chained down by he past. Leaving the armory she secured her sword and saber, she started for the hangar as she stopped by a view port and glanced out...she felt fear...not just on the planet...but in orbit...maybe the enemy truly was afraid of the night of the confederacy!

Now all she had to do was wait till the drop ships were loaded, she closed her eyes and centered herself within the force...

 

[Kyber]

Finally the CIS had activated Exterminatus which meant the Shard called Kyber would finally be able to cover his droid chasis in the blood of his enemies. Kyber preferred to keep hidden even among allied forces, Kyber moved quickly across the ship being careful not to be seen which was mostly helped with a simple cloaking device. Once the shard had gotten to the hanger where [member="BX-72967"] , [member="WD-334"] and his Echani guard he would proceed to uncloak. Multiple deactivated lightsabers would come out of hiding behind his back floating around the shard ready to be activated at a moments notice. "So this is what This One must work with, this must do. This One is codenamed Drakon or for those droids who have trouble with basic Dragon, This One is the Exterminatus' Iron Knight and professional at assassinations. May This One ask what Those Ones that This One must work with are called" The shard had a strange way of referring to people and droids. "Who are the ones that have been marked by the Exterminatus and what is the plan of attack"

 

[Rog-r]

E X T E R M I N A T U S​

​

Rog-r's purple LED's illuminated with a sudden flicker. The protocol was active. The CIS needed him. His fellow Exterminatus were waiting.

One by one, the old Captain's systems warmed up, preparing for the fight ahead. His rusted servos whirred as his legs moved towards the hangar. Even without emotions emotions, Rog-r was displaying a hint what could only be described as excitement. Despite his age, his LED's shined brighter than ever before. His battle-worn body still stood tall and proud.

With his E-5 at his side, the droid opened the door to the hanger and glanced around, observing [member="BX-72967"], [member="WD-334"] and [member="Kyber"]. The Lok Revenants truly had met their match.

"Rog-r, Designation: Mandra. Ready and waiting."

 

[Asantas]

His circuitry closed and pulsated to life as his mechanical body surged to life from his sleep, The objective and the planet in question was downloaded into his circuits as he readied his weaponry and various types of ammo as well. He raised his hand forward and a ball of flame appeared in his hand for a moment before it vanished, He made it a point to learn how to manipulate not only the elements but the environment around him to his advantage on the field, He made his way to the hanger where the rest of his brethren where present as he viewed who was present he knew that the Revanent shall perish today under there heel. The only emotion that flowed was enjoyment for the battle to come and the heads he will crush and the enemies of the CIS he shall kill and incinerate to make Maramere a better place under there wing while the enemies shall burn.


[member="Rog-r"] [member="Kyber"] [member="WD-334"] [member="BX-72967"] [member="Anya Malvern"] [member="Nemesis Nemonus"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Mount Doom Merakan
Wearing: This coat, these boots, pants, shirt, etc
Wielding: Cerka knife, Dissuader D-30 Slugthrower Pistol with Glitter Bullets (3 rounds), some very strong diuretic in a few plastic bottles hidden in her clothes.
Posts: 1

"Loose rat meat sandwiches!" Scherezade yelled at the top of her lungs, her voice bubbly and friendly as she waved one of those sandwiched in the air, "Get yer rat meat sandwiches!"

Frakkin' Merakan mountain. A place of snow and cold and wind and absolutely nothing to keep her entertained with. She'd been stationed here for days, though maybe stationed wasn't the right word to use. She'd infiltrated days ago, pretended to make friend with one of the girls who helped give food rations out to the fighters who were packed there, killed her, hid the body, and took her place. A charming smile was enough to convince those who didn't matter that the girl got on the first bus to Corellia to try to find her family again, and that Scherezade, under the nom de plume of "Mara Moonsider", was here to take her place. She'd even developed an accent. It was friggin' cute, okay?

She was also armed to the teeth by her own standards, having finally perfected her Glitter Bullets, though it was a shame she only had the time to make three rounds. Still, in a windy place like this, they'd be bloody useful, maybe. Her knife was with her too. And of course, all the Force Powers she could control. Additionally though, she'd packed several bottles of the strongest diuertic one could buy in the Core planets without a prescription. There were also hidden under the layers she wore, and she was just waiting for a word from anyone within the CIS to tell her to use her.

Her plan was magnificent. She was going to make the entire camp have runny poo, thus render them unable to resist when CIS finally arrived. It was a good plan. Especially when she used her appearant youth and charm to get them to buy the crappy food she was pretending to be celling.

Rat burgers. Pheh. Maybe worm burgers at best, with a lot of garlic to cover up for the fact they tasted like bantha poodoo.

Her comm ever discreetly pressed into her ear, covered by a hat, Scherezade... Waited.

"Get your frakkin' rat meat so I can go inside already!"

 

[Ginnie Dib]

This lunacy went on far too long for Ginnie Verd’s palate. A series of odd spaces, off events plagued the Confederacy’s expansion, yet another of the swelling clouds of influence Ginnie remembered when she was young.

It was happening again. Planets fighting empires. The CIS was reborn, yet Ginnie was older now. Was this the pinnacle of her appropriate desires? Fighting planets to join a conglomerate for a sense of calm? Mount Merakan loomed in front of [member="Darth Metus"]’ sister. Her HUD spoke of heat signatures up ahead in the valley pass.

From the position of their hands and the heat signatures of cold metal framing their glowing bodies, Ginnie knew they were soldiers of some degree.

Fine.

She looked to the Knights Obsidian around her, to [member="Scherezade deWinter"] and the smattering of troops going to take the ancient castle. Chuffing a growl, Ginnie missed Wembley, her Tuk’ata. The Sith Hound would have been useful, but other weren’t so happy flying surface-ward with a gigantic dark-side killer hound nattering off about tasty bones in their cramped viscinity.

She felt blind without him, he heard what she could not, even with the auditory enhancements in her beskar’gam. Leaving formation with the barks of her ‘commander’ falling on deaf ears, Ginnie surged up and over, her repulser pack lifting her off the ground and into the air. The soldiers of Maramere barely registered a speck in the sun before vast coils of flame shot from both of Ginnie Verd’s hands and roasted them to char.

[member="Nemesis Nemonus"]

 

[Rhaegar Nemesis Dib]

Post: 2

Long fingers lightly tapped the armrest of the chair he was seated upon. The armada of the Confederacy had arrived, of which at the heart, leading the enemy formation, was the Fortressa. A slight curve of his cold lips was all the emotion he allowed to be shown. Eyes flickered to the readout of the enemy fleet as mental calculation spoke of overwhelming odds. This was acceptable. Maramere was never to be the high ground, but rather another test for the indecisive government. Heroes, villains, antiheroes, neutrality, it seemed the Confederacy were unable to determine their own identity.

Lightly he moved his hand over the controls attached to the command chair and began the first phase of his attack. The four orbital stations aimed their cannons directly at the fortressa, their firepower unleasing upon the flagship with an unrelenting assault focused solely upon the floating mechanized wonder. It truly was beautiful to look at, perhaps he would find it more appealing as a destroyed hulk.

Another command sent the frigates carrying the innocent civilians barreling toward the enemy fleet. As dozens of unshielded frigates with nary a weapon dotting their hulls travelled swiftly for the enemy fleet he allowed the comms from the ships to be broadcast on open channels containing the pleas for help. Yet there was nothing the passengers could do as the controls had been slaved away from the ruined cockpits of the frigates.

Turning his head he observed the force of the Confederacy that was already closing on the valley of death in the mountains. A simple, wave of his hand motioned for the ship to dive from orbit and into the planet's atmosphere. Turning back to the enemy armada his hand moved across his control panel.

The Nod Kartha force moved out from orbit heading toward the Confederate force. Caught in the invisible tractor clutches laid dozens of sizeable asteroids per each of the three ships. Advancing at maximum speed the force approached the enemy armada, finally releasing the asteroids to continue unfettered toward the center, aimed toward the fortressa as their impact point. Following in their wake the three vessels plowed forward with their forward shields reinforced.

Turning his attention back to the valley that lay below his ship, Nemesis moved from the chair as he slipped a comlink into his ear. Quickly he moved through the ship and to an airlock, which he opened, the sudden pressure whipping the suit around his lean form. Gripping his cane in his left hand he adjusted both the comlink and the shades before leaping from the ship.

Plummeting from the sky he slowed through levitation to observe the attacking CIS force against the first front of the Maramere forces in the valley. As he watched a form moved through the air, the armor triggered a memory from files he had memorized. A Verd, relationship to Isley Verd, sister. As he hovered above he ordered the forces on the other end of the valley.

"Fire."

The stripped weapons and launchers from the defenseless frigates had been repositioned ahead of the fortress in the valley and began firing, the turbolasers and missile launchers blazing toward the CIS. His eyes watched as Ginnie Verd began raining actual firepower upon the Maramere front line. Releasing the power holding him stationary he dropped directly toward the back of Ginnie, planning on using his speeding, descending force to hit the woman in the armored back and the jetpack to drive her to the ground below with the thought her attention would not warn her from a lone figure dropping from above.

[member="Ginnie Verd"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="G3M1N1"] [member="Rog-r"] [member="Kyber"] [member="Anya Malvern"] [member="WD-334"] [member="BX-72967"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Fort drinking water tank.
Wearing: This coat, these boots, pants, shirt, etc
Wielding: Cerka knife, Dissuader D-30 Slugthrower Pistol with Glitter Bullets (3 rounds), some very strong diuretic in a few plastic bottles hidden in her clothes.
Posts: 2

​

Things were going boom.

Scherezade glanced at the sky, trying to understand who it was that was making them go boom. But with no information coming into her comm and for some reason, no one bothering to update her "hey we're shooting" or "oh frak, we're getting shot", she was pretty much left to her own devices.

She tapped into the Force, letting it rise from her skin as she used it to understand where missiles would land and how far she'd have to be from them in order to avoid injury. The odds were, for the moment, in her favor, but they would soon dwindle down. She had to get out of there and fast.

Up the mountain she went, moving as fast as she could, around her bits and pieces of snow and debris flying around. She cursed. A lot. But still, she made it without anything worth of mention, up and up, inside, and through the gates.

Inside, pirates were taking orders, getting ready. She didn't have much time.

By now, Scherezade already knew the layout of the public areas, as well as where the kitchens were. And where the drinking water was. Using her most sincere smiles, she made her way inside and to the drinking water tanks.

This was going to be fun.

No one else was around for the moment, which allowed her to move towards the tank, climb on top of it, and start emptying all the diuretics she had with her. It was enough to send hundreds if not thousands of people to the loo with runny shits.

"Damn, I'm awesome," she grinned from ear to ear.

When she turned around though, there were three riffles aimed at her, held by three very unhappy faces.

Scherezade kept her grin on.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Daxton gazed out of the observation window and considered for a moment the pristine serenity beneath him. It looked so peaceful from up here, but he knew the truth, a beautiful facade hid the blistering boil beneath its surface. If the patient was to survive, the contagionwould need to be exised.

War never ends, the face and names might, but war it never did. A smile crossed his lips as his donned his reflective helm, Daxton would have it no other way. Time for the Harbringer to go to work, he thought as he strode towards the waiting dropship in the hangar bay.

 

[Ginnie Dib]

Location: Mount Valley Pass
Objective: Roast the Troops. Survive [member="Nemesis Nemonus"].
Post: 2

The Maramere troops did not give up without a fight. Ginnie kept the churning flames of her pyrokinesis pouring upon the troops, veering through the air with her beskar’gam.

Trusting the Confederate soldiers to protect her back was Ginnie’s greatest mistake. The Confederates were no Mando’ade. Where a battle with vode meant protecting each other instinctually, this was a group of individuals.

The lapse in judgement cost her. Ginnie was unawares of [member="Nemesis Nemonus"] veering in from her six. One moment she swerved away from blaster fire, the next a gigantic weight slam against her back. The flames shunted off Ginnie’s hands.

She flung her arms across her chest as she hit the ground. All oxygen fled her lungs in a single second. If not for an instinctual application of Force Body, and the integrity of her beskar’gam, Ginnie’s story would have ended.

Hard.

HUD fragging and resetting, the systems of her beskar’gam croaked back into a functional order. Ginnie kicked and rolled to her knee, firing wrist rockets at her assailant in an attempt at distance to catch her breath.

Who was this guy!?

[member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Rhaegar Nemesis Dib]

Post: 3

The impact with the lithe woman jarred his body as they dropped to the earth. With a kick to her back he leapt away mere miliseconds before collision with the ground, flipping backwards and landing in a crouch. Straightening his left hand planted the cane before him as his right smoothed the front of his jacket back into perfect immaculation. The index of his right hand slid the Ruby shades back up his nose to sit properly upon his face.

Yet Ginnie Ordo was no slouch and her instincts not only saved her but pushed her into attack, a notion that garnered a grain of respect from the man. A warrior who had the wits to take a hit as she did, and still retain enough coherency and muscle memory to fight back could be a great asset.

Too bad he was intending for this to be the last time she would taste life.

As the force swirled within him he raised his right hand, palm out, as if he was merely motioning for someone to stop. What he was doing however would be a bit more problematic for the young mando'ad. As the rockets flared from her gauntlets in a straight trajectory for the well dressed man, they would instead impact a solid barrier created from telekinesis only a meter from their origin point. With the explosion, Nemesis curled his fingers mimicking the barrier created which curved around and cupped the explosion and focused the concussive blast and flame back toward the Verd.

A twitch of his lips as he felt the combustible material in her jetpack and agitated the already unstable molecules within the fuel tanks, with the intention of turning her jetpack into a makeshift bomb.

Meanwhile in the main Maramere forces several within the group had satisfied their thirst and felt a light grumbling within their intestines. Moments later a few if the soldiers ran for the mobile freshers, curses escaping their mouths as their bowels evacuated into their trousers, thanks to the intervention of [member="Scherezade deWinter"] . The number of soldiers running was negligible at the moment and had not garnered the attention of the troop commanders.

[member="Ginnie Verd"] [member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Ginnie Dib]

Location: Mount Valley Pass
Objective: Survive [member="Nemesis Nemonus"].
Post: 3

A forcie. ​

Of course he was. Who else would ride down a young woman’s body like a surfboard and only sustain enough damage to fix his glasses? Ginnie coughed and sputtered, shoulders heaving as her rockets went off to their target…

… and… ​

“Nar’sheb.” Ginnie choked, surging to her feet and lunging into the air as her own explosive decompression thundered around her like claps from an angry storm-god.

Curling into a ball, Ginnie let the trajectory of [member="Nemesis Nemonus"]’ clever force-play send her reeling into midair.

‘Distance. Calm, ad’ika. Pull back, inspect your resources, then attack.’ Her beloved father @Ordo’s voice filtered in from her memory of battle-training with the grizzled Mando’ad Alor. As a familiar fission pushed at her back, Ginnie clenched her jaw and thrust out her limbs from her tight tuck.

She hung in midair, not from the power of her fracturing jetpack, but through her own telekinetic prowess. The pyrokinetic energy of her jetpack’s explosion swirled from her back to create a sphere in front of her.

Waxing poetic about the amount of ways she’d mess the guy up was as useless as asking who he was. Ginnie knew who he was: an enemy to defeat.

Her telekinetic stop faded as Ginnie focussed all her energy on pyrokinesis. She landed in a crouch on the ground, walking through the flames, which rushed on either side of her, temple doors about to close on this new and unrecognized threat.

The flames increased, jutting toward him with hopes of choking out his oxygen.

 

[Er'in Tenel]

Location: Fortress Power Access Vents
Objective: Locate Main Reactor. The rest... rather writes itself.

Erin did not entirely recall the briefing they had been given on why the CIS was here - she was sure the words 'freedom' and 'collective action' and perhaps even 'protecting our own' had been spoken more than once by men and women with hearts that were, in her opinion, every bit as selfish as her own.

Just... like hers, turned to a cause slightly more noble than galactic domination. She was past caring precisely why some of her allies fought - from the platitudes of the Jedi to the selfish anger of the Sith, it only mattered as far as motivating them, or her, for that matter.

And she... disliked pirates. So that was motivation enough to get her out of a comfortable bed and away from a Second Era text on the Nature of the Duallic Force and to get her here.

Here was a power access exhaust port, a single weak spot in the shields and armour of the fortress, buried deep below the surface.

The power access vent shifted into the secondary configuration and she bounced from what was now wall onto the power conduit that emerged from the wall, racing up it with light feet before diving through the narrowing gap moments before the vent discharged super-heated gasses.

Note to self: Waste heat dump for siege situations. Get on that.

She rolled to her feet as one of the very startled technicans on the other side stared blankly at her and started to scrabble for a blaster. She offered him a curteous smile and a brief salute with her lightsaber blade, then divested him of the trouble of having a hand, sidestepping the shot from his colleague without even glancing in their direction, a casual wave of her hand slammed the man against the wall and knocked him unconcious.

She was given to understand that some of the more... aggressive of the CIS forces had been released on this planet, but what was freedom if not the power to chose between the living and the slain? The Sith Empire had that right, at least. Odds were they would wake up before any overload sequence took out the mountain, and if they didn't? Well, two less scum in the universe was two less scum.

Once glance at the access panel brought a frown to her face. Two hundred and fifty seven maintenance levels to the main reactor. What fool built this place? No, that would not do at all.

The two unconcious bodies were left alone in the tiny monitoring station while the Hapan Sorceress sought out the nearest access elevator.

There was brief pause before the ID bar on the tunic of one man shivered, then flew into one casually outstretched hand.

 

[Rhaegar Nemesis Dib]

Post: 3
Location: Mountain Pass

A force user , how quaint. Perhaps this will offer a small degree of entertainment before I grow bored ...

Watching the woman hovering in the air, he saw and felt the explosion upon her back. Yet the expected outcome of her demise was not attained. Instead she controlled the flames and they danced around her like a primordial goddess of fire come to rain down her fury upon the unsuspecting mortal. The entertainment value was just raised as he was no mere mortal and she was not the first goddess he had encountered in his life.

With a motion with his left arm he drove the point of his cane into the ground and slowly walked forward as he too began to manipulate the force. His slow, even gait drew him toward the now crouched woman and the flames that raced toward his form, scorching the Rocky terrain and super heating the very air. Opening his arms he welcomed the fire like a long lost family member. As the flames collided with his body his own innate ability in pyrokinesis and tutaminis kicked in. His clothes were charred as a portion of energy was consumed before he raised his hands, jets of flame surging into the flames from Ginnie. Between them a firestorm swirled in their midst as the combined might created a whirlwind of primordial power. At the Nexus of the flames a shape formed as the shades slipped from Nemesis' face.

A creature began to take form as Nemesis concentrated, the power from both fire wielders giving birth to the apparition created. The dragon rrared it's head and seemed torn as to who it would answer, the man or the woman. As he fueled the beast he focused on the woman, which caused the force elemental creature to turn toward her while opening it's jaws wide.

Meanwhile a portion of his attention was placed elsewhere, but still primarily on the armor clad woman. The stony ground upon which she stood. As he fed, hopefully enough power and focus, into the fiery creation he was also doing something more. It would seem as though the ground had become like the surf, the tide attempting to pull the woman's feet under while a seemingly sizeable amount of rock was drifting away from where she currently was stationed.

Meanwhile the guards surrounding [member="Scherezade deWinter"] were trying to radio Colonel Warner for instructions. If no action was made by the woman within seconds the order to fire upon her would be transmitted back to the guards as well as an order to a nearby squad for assistance to the interloper, assuming they weren't hitting the freshers.

And still, while @Er'in Tenel was making her way through the fortress, if she didn't find a way to hide the bodies they would be found and a general alarm would be sounded for an intruder.

 

[Ginnie Dib]

Location: Mount Valley Pass
Objective: Survive [member="Nemesis Nemonus"]
Post: 4


What were the odds this mysterious well-suited man was a Pyromancer? Another long string of Mando’a curses filtered through her breath, until she remembered to shut her mouth and conserve every spare atom of oxygen she could.

The bane of any pyromania was the stock of atmosphere around them. A planet filled with burnable gasses seemed the idyllic place for a slaughter-house battle of fire versus fire, yet it could easily churn out of control.

‘Sometimes we don’t need control, Gin’ika. Time comes, you need to be okay to let go without losing your calm.’

Daddy, if only you weren’t dead… No. No distractions. ​

The inferno roared around the pyromaniac beings and generated a beast twice as ugly as the dragons living inside the two force users. Ginnie grit her teeth and anchored her footing, cautiously aware the ground itself seemed to gyrate beneath her.

Both hands flung in front of her, Ginnie grit her teeth and poured all she had into the dragon. A monster wouldn’t defeat her, a dragon was not above her.

Ginnie Verd was a being of the utmost quality of the Force, and she would be what her brother was and what he needed of her: To be a dominator of this field.

The dragon began to roar, a conglomerate of Ginnie’s deaf-tone and the conflagration. Everything but [member="Nemesis Nemonus"]’ onslaught faded to black. Even the shaking ground fell away from Ginnie’s attentions as her HUD blared with warnings, as armour weave began to burn off, scalding her skin. The dragon raged toward Nemesis, attempting to charr him to cinder.

Tenuous, but fervent, Ginnie’s control raged forth with the vengeance of a warrior who refused to die.

[member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Rhaegar Nemesis Dib]

Post: 4
Location: Mountain Pass

He felt his admiration for the young woman grow. She was a warrior, this one. Her misfortune was a matter of genetics. Her death would erode the mind of her brother, the ViceLord of the Confederacy. And if it didn't, then perhaps there was hope for him after all. Yet that was neither here nor there as the battle between the two pyromancers continued.

Gritting his teeth slightly at the two fold focus of the force, he spared power from the dragon and continued to wield it into the rising mound behind the woman. But a powerful flash came from his opponent, a visual of a large man who's words echoed in the mandalorian's mind. Focusing on the memory he gathered every miniscule detail as the words spurred Ginnie into a more determined action of spirit and willpower.

Releasing the flow of power into the fire he fueled his creation behind [member="Ginnie Verd"] . As a shaper of Kro Var he had learned the secrets to the elements, as a Sorcerer he had gained knowledge of life, from the Rhandites he had learned how to use his enemy's mind against them. And so he exercised his knowledge. Behind the woman the shape rose into a figure, the stone becoming life as it stretched up with it's monstrous arms, high into the heavens while the ground sucked at the feet of both Ginnie and Nemesis.

As the dragon was freed from the influence of Nemesis, Ginnie advanced the creation of fire upon his form with the intentions of destroying her opponent. But the form the dragon was charging with all the hellfire fury of the woman brewing in it's presence was not the one who moments before stood there. The large Mando stood in rough spot clothes as if he had just left the forge. Soot still stained his face, a pattern of clean garmwt revealing where the leather apron had wrapped around his barrel chest.

Before her stood Ordo.

One hand stretched out for her as the dragon raged toward his form. Oxygen was ripped from the area and fed the beast. Flames scorched his clothing, burning through clothes and revealed old beskar'gam. All the while Ordo stood with outstretched hand for the woman while the creature neared him, the flesh of his face burning from the closing fire. Even as the fiery dragon prepared to leap onto his form, Ordo stood with arm outstretched. A single word was heard in his voice.

"Gin'ika..."

Nemesis' clothes had burned away revealing that he had drawn stone around his form in a armor like encasing. Yet the flames super heated the stone which was burning into flesh. His face, as the image of Ordo which was craftily created from the woman's own introspective mind, suffered the kiss of heat and fire. Yet behind Ginnie the creature had raised it's arms and with a torrential arc downward, sought to crush the beskar'gam wearing woman into the ground.