Flashpoint: Tython

[Ay Ge]

Ay had managed to slip unnoticed into the ranks of the Jedi defenders, her usually dark attire swapped out for a Atrisian Style robe with small armored segments over the vital areas. She still had her Vibro sword in it's custom sheath though for the moment had decided to put such a weapon on secondary hold in place of a single bladed blue lightsaber.

At the moment it seemed the troops gathered were preparing for a new wave of enemy's to make their attack on the ruins, and if her little 'recon' was anything to go by it was not going to be an easy time. If the battle went south, well she could always just slip into the jungle once again and wait the occupation out, and if need be self terminate to avoid capture.

As she slowly walked to the front of the formation the gaze of [member="Titus Valerius"] fell upon her figure, one probably of suspicion and doubt, not that it affected Ay. When it came to feelings she was a literal embodiment of the code, 'there is no emotion', herself was unable to feel any emotions. Love, hate anger, nothing, she could not feel a single thing, only calculations and probability effected her actions.

It was beneficial but also a curse, though for this event if helped her blend into Jedi forces, her calm and focused look being something a model student would posses.

[member="Ibene"] [member="Sochi Ru"]

 

[Kida Tillian]

"New intel, Lord-Commander," a call came from one of the Alliance techs who had joined them. "Sith have hired Mandalorian mercenaries. New waves inbound at the Old City and ruined temple. Looks like standard insurgents. We have significant Imperial sympathizers spotted."

"Understood," Talanis mused. He adjusted the cloak around his shoulders and tightened the straps on his armor. It shone out, both with the Force and physical light. "Summon my legion. Have them on stand-by. Load the transports on where we need to deploy."

Talanis strode from the command center and closed his eyes, stretching out with the Force to his allied Lords. He could sense them. They shone through the Force and he poured his focus into them, wrapping them together into a unified combat force.

He could only maintain it briefly, but it would be enough, at least initially.

 

[Eye of Solomon]

Tython had been at war with itself ever since the Sith Empire shattered the Alliance's Prison several rotations earlier, freeing several of the galaxy's most dangerous criminals and Dark Force users. Wherever the Sith left their mark upon the land, their hordes of followers flocked to their faint vestiges of power like moths to a glowlamp. Many were not of the Force, men and women who had become enthralled by the intoxicating display of the Dark Side into becoming thoughtless followers of evil, extremists who existed to spread chaos and devastation to those provinces which had yet to fall under the banner of the various Empires which dominated the Outer Rim systems.

But there were others as well, those who had been taught in the dark arts of the Sith and given the privilege of command over those lesser beings. Five of these individuals looked out at the war-torn planet beneath them as their transport came down to a rest on a flat stretch of badlands hidden from view of the battlefield by bombed out foothills.

Tutored by the Emperor himself, Borja Ull, Maahir Baccus, and Saskia Tas-nekht were dangerous arbiters of his divine will in the galaxy, all immensely dedicated to his vision of a universe ensorcelled by the Dark Side of the Force. The serpentine Oshuzs had not received the privilege of learning at the Emperor's feet, but his abilities as an Inquisitor for Lord Saarai had earned him a valued position amongst those that were. And then there was Arala Se, the Emperor's pet clone of the renowned Jedi Master [member="Sochi Ru"], who possessed her template's mastery in the Force but was far crueler and destructive. It was she who held the position of leader amongst these deadly knights.

And accompanying them were members of the Emperor's own personal army, the Blackblade Guard. Ninety soldiers in total, their unwavering loyalty in their lord made them the ultimate soldier to conduct war against the slaves of the Light. They all stood to attention behind the five Sith they had been assigned to, silently awaiting their orders.

"Our enemies congregate around the ruined temple, desperately clinging to their debased iconography." The clone's voice was fraught with anger and disgust, a programmed byproduct of her gestation in the laboratories of the Sith Emperor. "Let the mongrels wear them down, we'll swoop in to grind our boots against their throats."

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

Tython would most likely have been very peaceful were it not for the sounds of the shelling outside the treeline. But there, winding through the woods to force-knew-what, it was at least distant enough a cacophony to blend with the near constant breeze through the leaves. A quiet hushing sound, fighting the Dark that had once permeated here entirely.

Unlike some, or even most of the Sith and their allies planet-side, Matsu didn't consider the Light weak. She wasn't fanatical, and all pure uses of a force had their downsides - even the Dark. Jedi had their purpose. A misguided one in her opinion, but she’d never crusaded against them to see them destroyed with the same zeal as the company she kept.

It was for that reason perhaps, that she'd wandered off from the staging area the allies to the Sith had created.
You're becoming just as apathetic as your droid.
The memory brought a scowl to her face even though she was alone.

She could have all the reasons in the world - credits, the responsibility of a position as High Inquisitor - but still that nagging feeling that something had been pulled out in her rebuilding didn't cease. Something was missing.

It wasn't the place or the time.

She stopped, the sound of her boots swallowed in thick moss already quiet enough that she might not even have been there to begin with. Her suit was fully connected to her, pulled up around her head. Darth Sicarri’s lightsaber sat reassuringly on her hip. Neither were important there but she hoped to wander where she was guided.

She ignored the pointed observation from her apprentice regarding her growing apathy repeating in her head.

It said something to the state of her life when she sat on a fallen log in the one quiet place on a war torn planet, the sounds of battle in the distance. There were analogs to Jedi Masters of old somewhere in that. They didn't occur to her. Instead she got comfortable, feet dangling off the mossy ground as she perched on the tree and ever so slightly opened her mind. She'd been doing it more and more of late, a habit she found disturbing but couldn't break. But for the moment she just listened, waiting to be guided to where she was most needed. Or not wanted. Either would suffice.

@anyone | [member="Coniferous"]​

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Matsu Xiangu"]

This part of the woods were pleasant.

Some strange birbs flying through the air. Bees buzzing. Critters scurrying about through the vegetation. This part of Tython, at least, seemed to be fine. There were no burning lava pits, no screams of a thousand agonizing souls nailed to a post.

Just.

Nature.

It was almost peaceful for a moment.

If not for the fact that the log that Matsu was sitting on was not a log. It was a tree. But that didn't make the situation more peaceful. Because it was, in fact, a living tree. A sentient one. Who had been laying down in the mud for a bit. Letting it cling to his bark. So he could be closer to the ground as he slowly healed the forest around them. The next step would have been corrupting it, of course. But you couldn't rightly twist a living forest, if it wasn't a living forest, could you now?

"Um."

It was more a rumble than a voice, really. More like the shimmering of dead wet leaves in the air. But that was because it was just a single syllable word. The next portion would be a bit more tangible.

"You are currently sitting on me. I'd like it if you were not." This tree seemed to be very polite. "Hmph. At least you do not stink like some mammals." Or maybe not... very.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Equipment: Raiment of the Vigilant, Vader's Bane Lightsaber


Kyrel continued his march towards the Jedi Temple ruins. For all, he knew the enemy would congregate there of course. One place that the Jedi always managed to somehow flock to a place of worship, or in this case of what used to be a place of worship to them. The Battle across Tython was going to be in full swing with Sith and Imperial Sympathizers stretched all across the planet. If the Jedi seem to hope to accomplish anything on this barren world. It would only be in their destruction of course. He had known first hand of the evil they possess ever since the Battle of Kaeshana that they were nothing more than crusaders. Who wish to destroy the very foundations of law and order. Or even ruin the attempt of such being brought back into the Galaxy.

Approaching the steps of the ruins carefully, he had received word through the Sith-Imperial comm channels that Mandalorians would be sent to aid him soon enough, as long as he held the Jedi's attention for them to have the element of surprise. Approaching the steps, he heard screams of several New Order Sympathizer's being killed by what he could only describe as a light attack. Or from what he could see the pure energy of the Force. Stepping slowly he looked to the men behind him. "Stay close, it seems the enemy has quite the defense I need some time to counter-attack it before we move in."

Kyrel stepped forward closely, although he was careful to try and not be at the range of the wall of light. Unlike the fools that had so carelessly stepped in. He had hoped to at least go against it, with using the dark side of the force to counter-attack it, sending waves of darkness to the enemy in hopes of fighting against the wall of light. Concentrating on what lied ahead he needed enough time before moving in and engaging the enemy. But with the wall of light that would be problematic.

Reaching out behind the mask of his armor. The Raiment of the Vigilant. He called out to the Jedi inside. "You all will meet your doom today. Your defenses will not hold forever!"

[member="Titus Valerius"] [member="Ibene"] [member="Sochi Ru"] [member="Ay Ge"]

[member="Tamara Wren"] [member="Ravik Munin"]

 

[Adenn Munin]

That would earn Hiron a punch; however, not now as there were other things more important to be focused on.



Tamara relayed information to the others, what they had to do and how much time. Forty fething minutes? A lot could be done in forty minutes, and that didn't serve Ravik's face well as it expressed itself more annoyed.



Maybe throwing a fist at the male Vizsla would brighten their moods and entertain themselves for the time being.



The warrior continued to sit idly, listening to the Wren as she was the commander of those that came to Tython. Listening until...



red flashed around them accompanied by the melody of alarms to which his ears cringed to, catching him by surprise to whatever was going on. They were being targeted by artillery and other ordnance, explaining to the wild maneuvers of the blasted pilot that got them here in the first place. The trio of warriors were not strapped in to to endure the flight, but one would be lucky and that would be Hiron.



As for Tamara and Ravik? Well, with the ship tilted way too much on one side they both ended up falling out of it. One upside, however, was that the Munin had his hands free as his weapons were on him and helmet over his face. His right wrist aimed towards Tam and his grappling line shot out a yellow vine to snare Tamara's ankle with his repulsorpack activating to save them from their free fall.



But it wouldn't be enough as.



pop



Ravik's shoulder dislocated from gravity and Wren's weight, yelping and groaning from the sudden pain surging through his body. He couldn’t protest against it, strong and bulky he was but not even that could stop feeling immense pain as that. So he let go of Tamara, hoping that his actions would serve to some use for her. As for the Korun hybrid? Well, he couldn’t exactly control his maneuvers from what was going on, so he too would fall with her praying that their landing wouldn’t be harsh to their bodies.

[member="Tamara Wren"] | [member="Hiron Vizsla"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Michael Sardun"] | [member="Ibene"] | [member="Titus Valerius"]

 

[Aristotle Tater]

Old City​

[member="Sundry"]​

"Yeah of course," she said, making the motion reflexively across her chest.

Huh, couldn't remember ever doing that, where had that come from?

She was lying of course. Well, not necessarily. A lot depended on if she felt like she needed to or not. She didn't intend to hurt him right then. If that changed, well. No promise to a mouse was going to matter.

No promise to anyone would.

There came a point where certain 'sins' meant less and less. Kill, cheat, lie. Never without reason, never needlessly. But if there was a need? You did what had to be done.

Norte crouched a little bit to get eye to eye with the creature. She had no idea what it was- Nezumi weren't common and nothing she'd run into- someone's experiment?

"Dangerous place you found yourself in," she observed. "You been here long?"

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Bushi Madoka 'Madi'​

OLD CITY​

[member="Norte"]​

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Once Madi noticed her making the crossing sign??

Well, that was that, no?

No one sane would go against a sign like that. You crossed your own heart! Hoped to die! That isn't a thing anyone could take lightly. You had to be insane. So, it shouldn't have surprised anyone that Madi scurried out of the shadows and up into the light. Literally into a beam of light that escaped a broken beam between the ceiling. That nose of his rose up a bit. Sniffling there, before those smol goggles peered at her. If she came closer she'd notice other things.

The makeshift way his equipment looked. Armor. Little weapons stitched to his smol belt. It was all... tinkery, like he had made it himself.

"Ugh, it wasn't dangerous a few weeks ago!" Madi exclaimed when she mentioned that. It might have come as a surprise when he suddenly rose himself up. Now standing on his back legs like a smol human. That finger waggled in her direction. "You Too Bigs always make a mess out of things, you know? I am just here. Exploring while working towards my Rites of Passage and here come you people." He face-pawed while starting to pace back and fro.

"I had a nice little nest for myself, you know. It wasn't much. But it was mine. Warm, cozy. And then you people just haaaaaad to destr-"

Ears swiveled as an explosion in the distance dragged his attention.

Then back to her. "Um. What we were talking about again?" Nose sniffed again. "You smell nicer than those black robed ones, you know. They are all gah! darkness and destruction, woooo." Spoopy fingers there as he articulated his meaning.

"What is your name?"

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Wandering Tython, Observing the Hostilities


Alexandra had come to another planet with the same purpose she had done so on Commenor before and the many battlefields she had observed before that.

Which was why she rested against a treestump now, eyes looking over the old city in the distance and not so much as bothering to hide her force signature. Nearby her ship did remain cloaked though, hidden in a secluded clearing and kept from sight so that her method of leaving the planet remained a simple one. She had not intended to stay long and while she had sent forward a message to [member="Titus Valerius"] that there would be other Jedi on the planet, those not members of the Lords of Light, she did not say how many or where they would be.

Why she did not tell him was simple, it was not the Republic's fight that was slowly coming to pass, but would they be drawn into it? Most likely, and that was why she kept her ship cleared should she or any of those that had come with her become involved.

Her hand twitched though at the excitement that she could have to partake in this battle, and that was part of her reason for not hiding her presence to the sith on the planet, wanting them to sense her and wanting one of them to find their way to Alexandra. Would they think it was a trap? Possibly but if so it meant that they might come in a pair and that could be something even more interesting and fun.

The thought made her want to get up and rush the Sith location but she remained sitting and waiting for the conflict to begin, to wait for there to be a great combat that she could document and maybe even join in.

In the meantime, she was busy drinking and relaxing, enjoying the air of the planet and enjoying as the wind pushed through her hair, sending the red strands moving like water. It felt good to just relax, something she didn't get to do very often with things moving at a quick pace in recent times.

The Galaxy always seemed to be ready to blow, sitting on a powder keg with a lit match held over the contents.

 

[Aristotle Tater]

Old City​

[member="Sundry"]​

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Okay, even Norte recognized adorable when she saw it.

Didn't change anything, but she recognized it.

She crouched a little lower, listening. Just another poor SOB caught up in wars they had nothing to do with. Familiar story across the galaxy these days. Little different here because this city had been supposedly abandoned. It had been, as far as she knew, part of the reason it had ended up a focal point- the action driven there by the.... probably not the Lords of Light but perhaps the Alliance. The former didn't seem too particular when it came to collateral damage caused in their crusade. The ends justified the means and all that.

Honestly, Norte was enjoying the irony of that here.

All to the better for Azimuth's wider goals.

She actually chuckled at Madi when he lost his train of thought.

"You were talking about your nest," she prompted. "And thank you," the response was grave, taking the 'compliment' for what it was. "I am here to fight them, though in wars like this sometimes one side can seem much like the other."

Likely not a threat to her presence here. That could always change however.

"Nat," she answered. She had a laundry list of names, ready to go at a moment. Situations like these needed throw away identities anyway.

"What's yours?"

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Bushi Madoka 'Madi'​

OLD CITY​

[member="Norte"]​

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"Oh." Ears dropped a bit. "Yeah... it was a nice nest. Build it myself, you know? I was very proud of it."

A deeeeep sigh that was still more of a squeaky noise than anything else.

"Oh, well." He kicked at a tiny piece of rock. It broke apart into dust, it buffeted into him and Madi sneezed. Once. Twice. It became quite a fit, causing him to awkwardly pull the gas mask off. It dropped to the side and he sniffled, rubbing at his nose with those smol paws. "Gaaaah, begone, evil dust spirit! Begone!!" Madi exclaimed indignantly, jumping up and down a little bit. Until eventually the Nezumi calmed down. He rubbed a little bit more against his nose, before wrinkling it at her.

"Nat. Naaaaat?" Tasting it between his chompers, before sighing and flopping down on his hinds in front of her.

"You Too Bigs have weird names. No Clan name, no nothing! My name is Bushi!" He crawled a little bit closer. Carefully. Still a bit cautious about the Too Big. But. Madi had always been braver than most of his family, its where his name had come from.

He thought.

Yeah, definitely.

"Can I ride on your shoulder, Nat? I have always wanted to do that. If I take a video of that, my family will absolutely die." A blink before he raised his paws to ward off any concern. "No, no, not literally. Its an expression, you see?"

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[Jairus Starvald]

TEMPLE RUINS COURTYARD​

[member="Sochi Ru"]| [member="Titus Valerius"] | [member="Ibene"] | [member="Ay Ge"]​

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His gauntlet slammed into the plate of his chest in salute.

"Lord Valerius." A nod, before he looked on over towards the horizon. It was almost there. They could both feel it... the rising dark. Some of their people could feel it too. Already getting... not anxious, no. Trepidation, the anticipation of a battle to come. "We all stand in the Light, Valerius. Today we will show these Darksiders once and for all." His attention shifted back to his companion. Titus was a strong one. Fierce. The light embraced him well and that made Michael confident of what was to come.

"We show them that the Light has returned."

In the distance the battlecries rose up.

The Lightside of the Force sang as the Jedi called upon it. Ibene already unleashing a blast of concentrated light, to literally burn the darkness off Tython. "Come. Today we fight." Already the Jedi Master was walking towards the lines. They opened themselves up for him, for Titus. Making way because men like them? They did not belong in the courtyard. Plotting and scheming. Making tactics. They belonged at the fronts of the war, where they broke their enemy apart.

That was truth.

That was good.

[member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Eye of Solomon"] | [member="Tamara Wren"] | [member="Ravik Munin"]​

 

[Tamara Wren]

In her armor, she didn't feel the line wrap around her ankle. But she sure felt the JOLT when she reached the end of that rope. If she hadn't been wearing that armor it might have risked dislocating something. As it was it was jarring and painful enough and she let out a surprised yelp. It slowed down her descent, but not for long.

Because he karking dropped her.

Back in free fall for a pair of heartbeats, Tam was reconsidering her opinion of Ravik. Just enough time to jam the helmet on her head and tuck herself into a ball.

In the end it was enough that the sudden stop at the end of the fall wasn't the end of the line for Tamara Wren.

She hit hard, the wind knocking out of her entirely. The armor absorbed some of the impact however, and the angle she hit sent her rolling, absorbing more of it. She ended up in a heap several meters away, slowly uncurling with a slight moan.

The bow was still in her hand.

Carefully, she moved everything, one part at a time. Everything hurt, but nothing seemed broken. That was something. She looked up, craning her neck and resisting the urge to swear at the stab of pain through her shoulder when she did. Pulled muscle probably, that would make things more difficult, but she'd fought with worse. The transport was already continuing on its path- they weren't coming back.

Not that she blamed them.

Get out of the air space where something that could take down your ship was firing. Warfare 101 indeed. With a slight groan, she worked herself up to her feet. The Temple ruins were in sight- it was far too much to hope that no one had noticed them.

Movement caught her eye. The Force. Damned. Magazine. The breeze shuffled the pages as it fluttered to the ground. Well, that was one thing that came out of the ship with her accounted for.

Where the hell was Ravik?

[member="Ravik Munin"] [member="Michael Sardun"] [member="Sochi Ru"] [member="Titus Valerius"] [member="Ibene"] [member="Ay Ge"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Eye of Solomon"]

 

[Zark San Tekka]

TEMPLE RUINS COURTYARD​

[member="Michael Sardun"] | [member="Ibene"] | [member="Sochi Ru"] | [member="Ay Ge"]​

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Titus nodded resolutely at his fellow lord commander, grateful that Sardun had recognized his attempt to stoke the fires in their legions' hearts. An alert triggered on his gauntlet mounted com system, and with a jab of one of his pudgy fingers the visage of his former master [member="Talanis Long"] materialized in holographic form. The two expressed brief words with one another, before Long evaporated. So one of his couriers had made it through after all.

"Lord Talanis rides now from Vur Tepe," hefting the massive Damocles over one shoulder with apparently little effort, he relayed this new information to Michael, "Shall we greet him in person?"

The half-epicanthix smiled softly when his comrade agreed, and together the two strode across a ruined courtyard towards the din of freshly joined battle. With a single leap, Lord Valerius effortlessly cleared the battlements, shaking loose stone all around him upon landing. Another bound sent him sailing through a flurry of blasterfire and down onto a fortified ridge abutting the temple's crumbled outer walls. Lowering the light-shield which had protected him from harm, his force-imbued longsword arced out to cut a Sith legionnaire cleanly in half.

"The Light endures!" he roared in challenge to the cries of [member="Kyrel Ren"], his voice booming loudly enough that there could be no mistake of his presence on the battlefield.

Gathering up a line of Dawnforged Knights in the chaos around him, together they formed a shield wall. Waves of Sith and First Imperial alike crashed against them, but instead of falling back Titus and his men began to push forward.

[member="Eye of Solomon"] | [member="Tamara Wren"] | [member="Ravik Munin"]​

 

[Kida Tillian]

Theme​

[member="Titus Valerius"] [member="Michael Sardun"] [member="Ay Ge"] [member="Sochi Ru"] [member="Ibene"] [member="Alexandra Feanor"]​

[member="Tamara Wren"] [member="Eye of Solomon"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Ravik Munin"]​

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"Legion!" Talanis called across the assembled forces just outside of Vur Tepe. "The Sith and their First Order stooges have brought in support to assail the ruined temple." His voice thundered across the area. "And that was their mistake. For in committing their front, they have left themselves vulnerable."

A cheer rose from the assembled host, an assemblage of soldiers in heavy armor with rotary cannons, lighter armor with blaster rifles, and his own warband of Jedi. Nearly a hundred strong, all equipped with lightsabers, armor, and a smattering of their own equipment. Power-hammers. Vibroaxes. All with light-shields. His own Aesir shield was connected to his armor and the lightsaber at his belt.

"We shall smash upon their desperate rabble and wash them away like the filth they are." Talanis rose his lightsaber high and the sun glinted from the silver metal of its hilt. "To victory! To the Light!"

Talanis turned and stepped aboard the transport, a converted speeder with welded on armor and bolted on repeating cannons, while the rest of the legion poured into the rest. "Forward!"

His deepvoice thundered across the land and the flotilla raced forward, cutting across the landscape, while scouts with power-lances guarded the flanks and vanguard.

Time passed and Talanis perched on the front of the speeder, waiting to leap from the speeder. Yet soon, he could make out the clouds of dust, interspersed with flashes of light that marked the battleground. The shield on his arm flickered to life and he tightened his grip on the lightsaber.

The speeders lunged forward into the enemy perimeter, followed by the speeder-transports. As the lancers cut through the enemy they saw, the hatches for the transport fell open and the Jedi warriors and soldiers hurled themselves into the fray. Lightshields and lightsaber blades flickered to life as they formed a wedge and pressed forward.

 

[Aristotle Tater]

Old City​

[member="Sundry"]​

Good grief the way the ears shook when he sneezed.

"Bushi is just one name too," she said with some amusement. "But Bushi it is."

This was a distraction. One that could be afforded in the moment. But the awareness of that was key. For now however, she stayed still as the little creature approached. She could see the caution in every line, from whiskers to tail. It was fair. He just didn't know how fair.

When he made his request however, she blinked.

"Oh well, it's good to know it's just an expression," she responded seriously, no trace of mockery. A moment, a mull.

"Yes to the first but no to the second," she said finally. "I am here to do a job, and a recording of my presence here would be bad for me, do you understand?"

Did it matter if he did? Not really. But it seemed fair.

"Your family with just have to believe you, and, I suspect, they will." If they were anywhere near as trusting as he was.

 

[Adenn Munin]

Where the hell was Ravik?

Just falling down, positioning himself on how to land on the earth below him. Had his shoulder not dislocate, it wouldn’t be as bad as expected but in his current predicament it was going to hurt more. Quick mere seconds passed and the shock impact flew throughout his body as his feet touch the ground, though his armor absorbed most of it. He somersaulted as soon as he landed, as being stiff and standing would’ve been worse. He rolled over and over until coming to a complete stop.

Everything hurt especially his shoulder. The pain made him want to just lay down forever, or until it washed away. Moans and groans was all to be heard from Ravik, temporarily resting as he was feeling his body. The digital life support system installed in his armor made a quick run on checking his body for any injuries. To his suprise which he was thankful of, nothing major. Just bruising in most areas of his bodies and that dislocated shoulder.

Slowly and tenderly he began to raise his upper body from the earth before moving his legs to stand up. His shoulder dangled as he stood, but it wouldn’t be for long as he bent his torso back, moving his arm up with tension screaming in his shoulder, and then...

pop

Went back in its sockets which was still painful, but it felt good all in all. He groaned, but then started laughing at the painful relief. He rolled back his shoulders several times before checking his arsenal. Twin tomahawks at his belt and so as a beskad. No range weapon he possessed except for the armament installed on his armor. Wrist blaster, wrist missile rocket system, dart launchers, flamethrower on one vambrace and a cryoban thrower on the other. Ravik was much more of a close quarter, melee type as seen. It was much enjoyable punching someone’s than shooting them from afar.

Tamara, where are you,” he said in their comms while his HUD began to search for her and show her tags where exactly she was.

[member="Tamara Wren"] [member="Titus Valerius"] [member="Talanis Long"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Michael Sardun"] [member="Eye of Solomon"] [member="Sochi Ru"]

 

[Ay Ge]

Ay looked on form just behind the main lines as the two forces charge on another, she was confused on why they would leave their defensive structures to face the Ren in open combat. It went against almost any defensive protocol, but if she was keep up the act it would make sense to follow suit and charge the front lines, Ay leaping over the defensive perimeter, following behind [member="Titus Valerius"].

Said Jedi master seemed to have eyes set on that strange Ren, their aura strong, two masters, certainly a strong battle between the two, something to steer clear of. For now smaller fry would suffice for the time being, the odd Ren Apprentice or a dozen legionaries. Seemed her choice of opponent was already chosen, several legionaries opening fire on her location.

"Acquiring targets, Sith Legionaries, threat level, low, moving to eliminate".

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Ravik Munin"] | [member="Tamara Wren"]

The lines clashed against one another.

Eventually, in the midst of the battle, Sardun noticed something peculiar.

One of their anti-air batteries fired out into the sky. The shuttle it hit survived, but some... some fell out. He could see their trajectory. Part of him wanted to ignore it. The battle was here and the battle was good. Heat, fire, the raging righteous fury propelling him forward. But. It would have been irresponsible to let them flank their lines. Not without an answer anyway. He called upon the Force and breached the enemy lines with ease. They seemed anxious to let him go.

He understood their fear.

That is what Munin and Wren would start to hear, the closer he came.

The rampage of heavy metal stomping against the ground. The shakes of earth as his weight rammed into it. Over and over again. The next thing Tamara would feel? Was heat. It was the Light come again. It pressed against the touch of the Nether, that connected her to the shard still there.

The Light did not suffer the touch of the Darkside.