Invasion [GA | DE] Operation Shadow Hand | GA Defense of Tython, Empress Teta, & Prakith

[Jasper Kai'el]

Kaleth
Tags: Kaleb Sunwalker

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A hit. He had his eyes.

The man's actions became erratic, wild slashes that became desperate. His motions were becoming fueled moreso by rage with each passing moment. That was concerning, but Jasper had experience facing the erratic. He weaved his way through the blows that came his way, doing his best to avoid intercepting the blade with his own. Maybe he was cutting it a little close, but he knew he had the advantage of impared sight on his end. He had to keep him in the dark.

Jasper slid back, swiping his hand through the air. Another rune scrawled onto his mechanical arm flared to life: Ice. The chill of the energy would swat raindrops, turning them into ice projectiles which flew towards the dark Jedi.

He'd keep his distance, focusing on wearing him down.

 

[Ignacious Korvan]

The Imperial Despot​

Location: Aboard the Tiberius
Tags: Zethran Cott | Marlon Sularen | Aerarii Tithe | Cessair Ideon | Amelia von Sorenn | Ari Naldax | Arla Rodarch | Vaux Gred | Reiner Ghadi
Objective: Tears of Ashla

Spoiler: Author’s Note

The depiction of Erskine Barran in this post is a mental facsimile, done with the approval of the character’s writer.

Spoiler: Korvan’s Contingent

• (1) Regency-class Star Battlecruiser Refit - INV Tiberius
  • Shields | Max
  • Armor | Max
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• (1) New Imperial I-Class Star Destroyer - INV Yinchorr
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• (1) New Imperial I-Class Star Destroyer - INV Remnant
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• (1) Tirailleur-Class Frigate - INV Faemannis
  • Shields | Max
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• (1) Escolta-Class Frigate - INV Jocasta
  • Shields | Max
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• (1) Escolta-Class Frigate - INV Bantam
  • Shields | Max
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• (1) Escolta-Class Frigate - INV Sanctuary
  • Shields | Max
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• (1) Escolta-Class Frigate - INV Siren
  • Shields | Max
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Spoiler: Fleet Actions

Korvan’s contingent jumps through the portal since it is becoming unstable, inadvertently destroying whatever element of surprise the Imperial forces had.

3rd Post

Alarm claxons would blare throughout the ship as all available crewmen were called to battlestations. The bridge was cast in dim red light as the flashing abated in favor of a constant red tint. The tactical officer’s voice pierced through the din of hushed conversation: “An alliance contingent is breaking away from the main force and heading in our direction on an intercept course. I’m showing... a sizable force of some seven battlecruisers with nearly twenty support vessels from cruiser to frigate.”

“I want telemetry data on their formation immediately. Redirect power to the forward shield arrays. Position our fleet amongst the debris so as to confuse their sensors. Project their course and estimated location once they come into visual range”

The bridge crew listened with dour resolve as Korvan issued his orders, his voice of command removing whatever doubt or worry may have pricked their hearts. Korvan’s reputation as a fleet commander was well known amongst his men, and likely amongst even his enemies. But in truth, the battle was far from won - in fact, their fates all teetered on the edge of obliteration if their gambit failed.

“Sir, we are being hailed by the Predator, with special attention to Lord Korvan.” The commanding Admiral gave the order to project the message on the holo-projector dominating the center of the tactical blister

"Ah, Lord Despot. The necessary preparations have been made for our offensive against the Alliance Fleet, all we need to do know is to simply get them to split up their forces and take out the individual task forces that make up the larger Alliance Battlegroup one by one in order to gain control over the battlefield."

Korvan appraised the Grand Admiral wordlessly for a few moments. He did not know Sularen well as of yet, but knew enough to see the air of command that he himself had just exuded to keep his men calm. The Despot would not tear into that facade at this point in time, if for no other reason than to maintain the moral that rested on a knife’s edge. “It would seem my premature arrival has forced them to break away. I will maintain their attention for as long as I can. Do not fail me, Admiral.”

The connection would be cut abruptly, and Korvan would return to his men. “Scramble our fighters and have them hide in the debris field. Order them to proceed slowly, and make ready for a flanking maneuver on the Alliance fleet’s flank once they engage us.”

At once, the bridge crew set about enacting the Despot’s orders. Swarms of TIE fighters and bombers surged from the hangar bays of the battlecruiser and star destroyers. They rushed into the debris field in advance of the main ships, leaving in reserve what few squadrons of interceptors remained. The ships then positioned themselves at the edge of the field as their tractor beams and point defense weapons set about picketing what debris would manage to damage the smaller vessels. They positioned themselves in a loose triangular array, and calculated firing solutions that would barrage the field once the Alliance strike force was in range.

Admiral Cott had, for whatever reason, refused the Despot’s hail. In the waning moments between the inevitable confrontation, Korvan’s thoughts turned to the implications of his subordinate’s refusal to answer the transmission.

“You know what’s coming.” Erskine said, his smirk returning to his face. “The question is, will you face it like a man?”

Ignacious stared at the former regent with a blank expression, a mirror image of the blank expression playing upon his actual face as he stared at the tactical readout. His mind was rarely ever at a loss for what to do. There was always a gambit to play, or some angle to exploit. As the Alliance fleet entered range, and the battlecruiser and her escorts opened fire with their opening salvos of orbital autocannons and what heavy ordinance were at their disposal, Korvan could not help but feel the devastating rumblings of their barrage as the drumbeats of fate.

The first shots had been fired, woe unto those who live to see the retelling of history, and the fates the victors would tell...

 

[Darth Ptolemis]

TEARS OF ASHLA
objective 2

Location: Aboard the NIV Predator.
Tags: Marlon Sularen Zethran Cott Ignacious Korvan Sinestra Reiner Ghadi Cessair Ideon Auteme Aerarii Tithe Arla Rodarch Cessair Ideon Vaux Gred Ari Naldax Ordo Amelia von Sorenn

Equipment in bio.
Open for interaction.

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The two of them stood face-to-face on the bridge of the Predator.
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She frowned, remaining silent for a moment unsure of her answer, "Vaguely."

As if possessing a life of its own, somehow the Sith Lord's robe twitches at the seams once – or was it just an illusion? He nods, then speaks. – Very well, we shall find the depths of your hatred. – And with that, Ptolemis departs from the bridge to make his way back to his ship docked in Hangar 23.

Inside, a predictably spine-tingling sensation grips those few that have the chance to ascend its ramp – and eventually leave – the vessel. The Nycteris isn't a big ship, yet room for a small meditation chamber was left. It was the only non-utilitarian part of the vessel, all other sections featureless, practical and dimly lit.

Without care or courtesy, Ptolemis marches through the hangar and trusts Sinestra to follow or find her own way to the chamber – for its discovery is its own reward. The Blasphemer's meditation chamber. Mysterious tomes and occult artefacts are lined up on the black, stone-line shelving running across its inky walls. A halo of skulls and unrecognizable bones frame those that may sit and meditate on the floor, and on the wall before them are fixed the darkest pieces of all; the faces of Ptolemis. Dozens of them.

Having left enough space for one more and sitting cross-legged, the Blasphemer is already submerged in a subconscious nightmare, walking slowly down its shadowy tunnel; allowing some time for Sinestra to push through the layers of horror that guard the Sith Lord's mind. She will suffer. Good. Her pain will fuel her hatred, for at the end of the tunnel lies the fear of the unknown; and together, they will attempt to roll it all over their ENEMY.​

 

[Kazian Blackwood]

LIFE DURING WARTIME

Ellayina L'lerim
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"Here we are, yes; you did a good job."

I couldn't tell if the girl was mocking me, or if she knew something I didn't about how my mission was supposed to have gone down. Something in my thought that she must have certainly been told something when she was sent here for us.

As we ascended, I watched her quietly focusing on her gadgets and took a moment to try and understand her better. She was beautiful, no doubt, but her looks belied a deadliness. I'd certainly used mine to my advantage before. I can't say it wouldn't help to interrogations unit, having someone a little more approachable doing the digging. The stern man with the baton exacts secrets in a far different manner than the pretty face.

"At the upstairs, where we're headed... or rather, in the other building on the other side of the passageway, my armour sensors detect six living creatures. I don't know if they're friends or foes, but I like to prepare for the worst."

At her behest I drew my pistol and gave it a once over. Not that it needed it, after I spent hours that felt like and eternity cleaning and calibrating it when it seemed ever so likely the SIS was going to knock down my door at any minute. Still, I too liked to be prepared for the worst.

"The life signs are behind the door. Shall we go?"

"My gut says civilians, but I'm ready otherwise. Proceed." I nodded and held my gun tight, close in front of me and ready to aim if the life-signs happened to be Alliance people...

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Kaleth Temple
Interacting with: Aris Noble | Braze | Lord Kalrath | Denn Verdan

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At this point, Zaiya felt tugged between feeling anxious, scared, wonder, and awe. Her patterns shone in hues of vibrant orange, flecked with yellow and a ripple of a golden blue hue. It was one thing for Aris to explain to her that with the Force, he could do many things with his body: enhance his strength, speed, and anything regarding his body. Another to see with her own eyes the raw speed and strength he displayed when he jumped, the flash of blue light startling her. She took a step back in surprise, barely registering the swiftness of Seszil following in tune with Aris, aiming to strike at the Sith's legs while Aris aimed at Lord Kalrath 's head.

Her attention shifted to Braze, whose cry out in pain had sent a pang of concern. She took a step forward as if she intended to try and rush to help him get away -- only to pause when she saw the air pick up around him, white hair ruffling as it increased in speed. Wait, did they have a plan? The last thing she wanted was to be more of a hindrance than a help.

Biting her lower lip, the Lovalla decided to try to trust that the pair knew what they were doing. Instead, she focused on her surroundings to see what she could do. It was a space port, and by now, the various travelers had scattered to find somewhere safe.

Think, Zaiya, think!

Iridescent blue eyes swept over cargo crates, loading droids, cargo speede-- speeder!!

A Silk-9 Cargo Speeder sat next to a loading droid, the conductor having long since left in the wake of the screaming blast from the Sith. Immediately, Zaiya took off running towards it, a jingle of bangles as her leg furiously stretched and arms pumped, trying to reach the speeder. It was still on. The thought that she had no clue how to drive it didn't even register; it was just something to use to get away. Maybe bring it close to get Braze and Aris inside after?

She barely slammed against the door when the wave of dark energy flowed from the grisly Twi'lek caught up to her. Zaiya gave a nauseated shutter, blanching in color as her stomach turned and her skin began to crawl. It was almost as if a dark miasma clung to her skin like a dark, writhing tar.

Focus, focus, focus!

Trembling, Zaiya forced herself to get into the speeder, practically throwing herself as her chest rose and fell in ragged heaves. Blinking rapidly, she shut the door, hands on the wheel. Ahead, the Twi'lek had sent Braze's saber clattering to the floor.

Spoiler: Gear

Robe and cool jewelry | BCA - Solid State Hologram Tool Band | The Babysitter Droid AKA - Nana *Zapped for now

 

[KN-967]

Location: Empress Teta, Cinnegar East Bank
Allies: TK-818
Enemies: Drego Ruus
Interacting: Jon Hojkstra
Theme: [x]

Kane set about handling the first set of explosives on the outermost load-bearing wall. She did not have time to check plans or structural layouts. Better to use the biggest hammer against the unknown nail. She set the first two to maximum charge. Worst case it blew a hole through more than one floor. Dropping a tower was much like felling a tree. You had to take out a wedge from the direction you wanted it to fall and hope you can get out of the way when it came down.

Jon was just about to leave for the second floor, when a thud of metal on duracrete drew her attention back to the open lobby, where Jon had laid his trap and made preparations for his last stand. Lane was caught in by the mandalorian’s disintegrator, turning the lad into dust and a smear on the floor. Kane grimaced at the sight, signaling for Bravo and TK-818 to bail from the engagement so they could set to their assigned tasks. She slapped a device to her chest, the words ‘Front Towards Enemy’ visible until it was covered by her ammo harness as she finished setting the lower floors charges during the newcomers speech.

She picked up her ARC and snapped off a burst of bolts wordlessly. She had no need to mock or intimidate, she was a soldier, not an orator.. Soldiers had no need for boasts or silly phrases. They only needed orders and a foe to fight. She had her orders, and Teta had no shortage of foes.

 

[Keilara Kala'myr]

Matriarch of the Scar Hounds Tribe

Information

Objective: To try to hunt down Solipsis
Location: Ground, Tython
Equipment: FS-18-UP2 Assault Rifle | 2x Sunfury Pistol | Light Armour | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | 2x Vibrodagger | 2x Riftblades | Promise of Freedom | Ring of Wishes and Dreams || Cloaking Device | 5x ASBF Probe Droid || OPBC-01m
Tags: N/A

"Galactic Basic" | ~ Telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >>
Keilara Kala'myr | Mercy | Ziare Dyarron | Freedom​

Well, I think I can say that luck has still not been on my side. Although now I had the help of both the droids and the AI to find the best and most easily bypassed place to get to the middle of the ruins where my intended targets were, it seemed almost impossible. With the constant movement, landmarks and the like, it was not an option. Not even to jump over ruined buildings or walls to the right place. That might have been possible if I had been a Jedi, but I wasn't. And even so, there were explosions, or some Force user was throwing pieces of rubble at their opponent.

I sighed tiredly and rather grumpily as I retreated back to my cover. I really need a stealth jetpack. While I stayed here and kept watching, I also quickly sent a message to Thomas Barran ; after all... feth! I missed fighting and working together on the battlefield with Asher. We were such a great team, but he didn't want to fight anymore.

<< Damn it! Tommy… this battlefield is impassable! I don't really think I have a chance of getting close to the target. >> I sent him the message, in a rather grumpy mood.

I continued to monitor the data and the battlefield. Unfortunately, I could not say that there was any predictability. People were not moving in a regular way, there was nothing static, it was all dynamic. How much better it would have been if droids moved in a uniform and easily predictable way. Humans and thinking creatures make combat much more difficult. But I still didn't want to give up yet, I was waiting too long in the Netherworld to get revenge on everyone. Not to mention, I have no idea when I'll get another chance to attack.

Or I don't know if I'll ever have the chance to get close enough to the emperor to kill him. In fact, I would have loved to pull out the two rift blades and dance across the battlefield to kill anyone who got in my way, but that would have been too conspicuous. If both sides were trying to kill me, I wouldn't have had a chance to get very far. I winced for a moment when I even saw a familiar face nearby. In the air, the angel wings were unmistakable. Light of Ashla. She was the one who took Asher's soul and healed him constantly, helped him. Her daughter is good friends with the twins.

Feth! All I need is for her to notice me and stop me from doing what I want. One last try, if it fails, that's it for today. I didn't want to get myself killed in a vain attempt. Quickly sent another message to Thomas Barran about plans and retreat.

<< I'll give it another try, if it fails, I'll leave the planet and postpone the assassination to another time. >> I promised him.

And then, to keep my promise, one more try…

 

[Makai Dashiell]

EMPRESS TETA

“If you change your mind, let me know.”

He wasn't being sarcastic. It seemed Casteel was doing well in dealing with how he was brought up,but perhaps there was a lingering issue.It was difficult to say, the blonde had such a resting hag face emotions could be an issue to discern.

Makai thought he had it rough growing up, to witness his mother leave. At least he was confident in the fact his father loved him and managed to show it as he grew up.

“Ellie has improved quite a bit, believe it or not. I'm surprised she does half the things she currently does. However, you're right. She would be eaten alive, panic attacks aside, just her heart on her sleeve nature.”

Sitting up better, hand came up to grab his cognac, taking a sip as he regarded Casteel.

“Thank you. For being there for her.”

Casteel Mer'taal

 

[Casteel Mer'taal]

The Shopping District
Empress Teta - Cinnagar
Underground bunker
Interacting with: Makai Dashiell

This turn of events was entirely unexpected for Casteel. The notion of receiving hugs from Makai Dashiell, a man who initially regarded as if he were ready to fry him over a metal smelter the first time they met? It was as if Makai had transformed from an adversary into a compassionate ally, offering solace over the rigid, battlefield-like environment of Casteel's upbringing.

Casteel found himself unsettled by the situation. Not because Makai acknowledged that Myra would have faced dire circumstances without Casteel's intervention, but rather due to the sincerity with which the younger Dashiell expressed his gratitude for Casteel's support of the heiress. It was a genuine display of appreciation, undoubtedly heartfelt and sincere in both delivery and intent.

The blonde immediately looked at his glass and brought it up to his lips, saying curtly in an attempt of practiced deflection, "Don't look into it so much, Makky. I was paid for my services and paid well, might I add."

While true, it also wasn't the entirety of it. Yes, he conducted his role as required, but the Anaxai had grown to care for the heiress, finding himself going above and beyond what the paycheck entailed to ensure Myra's reputation remained intact. It was that same affection that had him linger about Akrun Farm attempting to ensure Makai Dashiell was worthy of Myra and fit his expectations of a man fit to stand beside her.

 

[Aris Noble]

He wasn't fast enough. Aris gritted his teeth as he saw that wretched face look towards him. He was thankful he couldn't hear as he was thrown away from the bellow. It'd have likely sent him unconscious again. "Seszil!" He didn't need to call for the blade. Once it was clear the plan hadn't worked, Seszil immediately returned to Zaiya's side to at least protect her if anything were to happen.

The worst part about all of this, though, was Aris couldn't feel Braze's attempt to communicate. He was deaf, yes, but he also couldn't feel the Force in that way. He gritted his teeth as he twisted into a landing and lifted his blade again. He needed to do something. Anything, to at least help Braze. Zaiya was- He looked around briefly before blinking at the speeder.

Well that would have to do.

"Braze! Be ready to jump!"

Then he ran, towards the speeder. Unaware that Braze's hands were broken, he assumed that his peer would at least be able to break away enough to hop onto the speeder once it was brought over. Right now they needed to bring it over, though. He sped forward, hopping in beside Zaiya. "Still deaf, you-" He shut up as he looked at her. Her colors were practically bleached away. He reached a hand to set on hers.

He couldn't make the connection through the Force that she could, but she wasn't alone at least. They could do this.

"I'm sorry. Let's try to pick him up and run."

Braze | Zaiya Ceti | Lord Kalrath

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Lord Kalrath Aris Noble Zaiya Ceti

As Braze knelt amidst the wreckage of battle, his body aching with exhaustion and pain, his eyes were drawn to his beloved lightsaber, Requiem. It clattered to the ground, strewn aside like a piece of junk, a heartbreaking sight. Requiem had been his constant companion, a symbol of hope and defiance in the face of overwhelming odds.

But now, as it lay there broken and lifeless, Braze felt a sense of despair creeping over him, threatening to engulf him entirely. With trembling hands, he reached out for the fallen lightsaber, his broken hand throbbing with pain.

No longer was there a sweet whisper of hope, no glimmer of light to guide him through the darkness. He couldn't even connect with Aris. There was only emptiness, a void that threatened to swallow him whole. He barely made out the instructions from Aris as he grappled with his feelings...

With aching sorrow, he dragged himself forward, the taste of iron in his mouth and a defeat heavy on his lips. His few working fingers enquiringly closed around the hand cage, and for a fleeting moment, he was transported back to the day he first forged it here on Tython.

But now, that joy had turned to ashes, his once-mighty weapon reduced to a shattered relic of his dreams. As he gazed upon it, a whirlwind of emotion swept through him, a tempest of grief and despair that threatened to tear him apart.

And then, as if in response to his anguish, the winds began to rise. At first, they whispered softly through the air, a mournful howling lament for all that had been lost. But soon, they grew stronger, their fury echoing Braze's own rage and sorrow.

The air crackled with energy, the very fabric of reality seeming to warp and twist in response to Braze's tumultuous emotions. And then, with a suddenness that stole his breath away, the winds converged into a raging vortex of raw power, swirling around him in a cyclone of fury.

In the heart of the storm, Braze felt something stir within him, a spark of fire that ignited in the depths of his soul. With a primal scream, he unleashed the full force of his anguish, channeling the release of it into a torrent of searing blue-white flame that engulfed him completely.

His form shimmered amidst the intense heat, the air crackling with energy as arcs of plasmatic fire danced across his resplendent figure. Within the sublime chaos, Braze appeared both fearsome and magnificent, an embodiment of the raw power of the Force, his figure surrounded by a shimmering aura of blazing blue-white flames

With one last motion a small gesture of his hand, he directed his wrath toward his enemy, the Sith Lord Kalrath . The white hot oxygen enriched flames surged forward, a blazing tide of destruction that consumed that which lay in its path. The smell of burning heat and melting metal fulled the air as metal began to give way to the heat and start to liquefy.

And then, as suddenly as it had begun, the raging vortex of a fire-storm subsided, leaving smoldering embers in its wake. He drew away, spotting Zaiya Ceti and Aris Noble making their way towards him. Seizing his opportunity, he ran towards them and leaped into the speeder. Sliding down, he collapsed across the back seat, letting out a deep sigh of exhaustion. He allowed his blade's hilt to fall to the floor, feeling overwhelmed, exhausted, and mentally raw.

"Anywhere but here.. "

 

[Jin Kyrel]

Location: Kaleth Temple, Tython
Allies: NSO, Knights of Ren, Dark Side Elite
Enemies: Jedi: Jonyna Si Taam Moghul
Equipment: Ren Lightsaber, Orbalisk Armor




Detritus would charge towards the Cathar Woman fully given in to the maddening frenzy of rage brought about by the Orbalisks. He wasn't thinking clearly, not anymore. Too long had he been bearing brunt after brunt, when he finally saw the chance to take the offensive, did he take it. His saber crackled with fury as he charged right for her, a battle cry that was soon overshadowed by another. Detritus would not focus on the Cathar Man, no not now. His focus was completely on the woman in the middle of his ferocious charge right for her. There was nothing but hatred, bloodlust, and hunger that was fed from the parasites that empowered his hulking form.

Quickly did Detritus reach her would blades clash in a furious strike, thunder roared, lightning crackled along with his blade. Detritus thought of using trakkata as he had before. No, this time he had only given to his rage. Rage would meet strength for strength, as the Master of Ren would find himself engaging in a lock while wind and rain swept across the two. He would use his might to try and overpower her, even through the wrath of the storm did he hope to finally gain the upper hand against her.

What he hadn't accounted for was for the woman to unleash her second saber. Just in that moment would Detritus become aware of his folly when the man came with a sword bursting with light. Detritus couldn't move swiftly, so he had no choice as through the Force he saw the Cathar man strike for the Orbalisks. This couldn't do... Detritus quickly would disengage from the lock, a hand left for the woman to meet, whose strike would be stopped by the Force. In his saber hand would Detritus crash against the man, attempting to bring his sword downwards in a lock along with his saber.

The Master of Ren was trapped holding off two blows. He didn't process the third strike, but he did process burning pain right through his flesh. His stone stance felt wobbly, as the burn turned into a raging inferno of excruciating pain. Detritus stared at both foes through furious, yellow eyes as the pain quickly turned to anger. They had struck him, he could barely stand. He could feel the blade go through his right foot as moments felt like an eternity among howling winds, and roaring thunder.​

 

[Kaleb Sunwalker]

Location: Tython, Evacuation Platform
Allies: NSO, Dark Side Elite, Knights of Ren
Enemies: Jedi: Jasper Kai'el
Equipment: Lightsaber, Stygian Codex

Kaleb could feel eyes stinging with pain, tears, and rain water as the storm continued to batter upon the platform they both stood. The once prideful duelist was unable to see the man before him. His emerald blade would strike wildly, and ferociously towards the man while the rain and wind continued. He could smell the rain, the scent of decay and the ionizing air from the lightsabers. The man was right in front of him, he could sense him and so continued with a flurry of strikes towards the Jedi in hopes of landing a single blow against him.

His eyes blinded, he remembered his training regarding his eyes. He mustn't trust them. He could feel the rising anger quickly try to take over. A sharp exhale, and would he use the Force to set his sights firmly. If he could be felt through the Force than he could be struck. He regained his composure, quickly turning into an offensive stance ready for the onslaught to be unleashed.

His green blade continued slash, after slash. The rain would pelt the blade harder causing a steady stream of smoke. There was tiny flashes as the rain connected with the swinging saber, and still he couldn't land a single blow. His focus would narrow upon the Jedi man before him. Kaleb would charge, this time attempting to go on the offensive again. He could feel a slight tremor, as his face looked up. He reached out with a hand as if to slow the Ice coming towards him. Not to stop the descent, but to slow them down slightly.

His anger quickly building, he had focused where the man was from his attack. "Got you!" He said his tone dripping with triumphant fury. Kaleb would charge again, his green blade humming as he hoped this time for a strike. He hoped to strike his face, a limb, a torso. Anything resembling the Jedi that Kaleb couldn't see in his blinded state.​

 

[Shev Skirata]

Thomas Barran
I'dadr Gargon
Ruus Kote

MANDALORIAN PROTECTORS ARTILLERY LINE.

Shev handed out Kaf to the command crew who pointedly ignored him as they handled important mission related decisions. He had been the pilot for the crew, the worst possible duty for a low ranked warrior. Driving around the brass was as rewarding as suck starting a blaster rifle with his shebs.

"SHEV!" He heard from behind him and caused him to flinch.

"Loud!" He yelled reflexively.

"New orders." The Rook woman said looking at him, " Bassilisk war droids to the marked Position sent by Vod Gargon for a bombing run. Have them add some thermite cased bombs and proton bombs.

"We also need heavy support Units sent North to reinforce where the enemy is breaking through. I want to give them Everything we've got; mtg. Fortys. heavy rippers. Mix the grenades in the belts for the MTg's; Cryoban, adhesive, thermal, concussion. If their families Aren't on the news complaining about how the survivors didn't come home the same next year.I'm holding you personally responsible. and divert artillery fire to slow their advance."

"Anything else, Ma'am?"

"Oh, good kaf."

"Aye, ma"am."

 

[Makai Dashiell]

EMPRESS TETA

“Don’t look too much into it.”

Deadpan tone overtook his voice.Feet came off the couch, landing on the floor as he leveled a look at Casteel. Cognac rested on his knee now, back resting against the couch as he looked at the blonde businessman.

“Listen here Castie Boy. I’m aware you’re no longer getting paid by the Arceneau family, your contract has ended. However, Ellie regards you as a friend. You’ll need to fake it until you make it regarding your relationship with her.”

A slight pause, Makai took a sip of his drink, still staring at the other.

“I get one sniffle, one word that she doesn’t think you two aren’t friends,you and I will have a problem. Normally, I would say merely end the friendship, however, due to the nature of your contract, doing so will be difficult and will take time. She has come to regard you as a confidant and I would suggest since you’ve already established this friendship you better keep it.”

If it had been just work, Makai thought the man should have told Ellie that up front. Instead, Casteel seemed to be a fixture in her life, and while the half-Galan couldn’t force the blonde to continue to do so, he wanted to make it clear to either end it now or grin and bear it. Continuing to pretend would only lead to more heartache in the future.


Casteel Mer'taal

 

[Ellayina L'lerim]

Torture and Interrogation Officer and Agent

Information

Objective: Help to her fellow ISB companions
Location: Cinnegar, Empress Teta
Equipment: 2x Sunfury Pistol | Light Armour | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | 2x Vibrodagger || Cloaking Device | 5x ASBF Probe Droid || Empyrean gland || OPBC-01m
Direct Tag: Kazian Blackwood | Closed
Tags: Jon Hojkstra | KN-967 | TK-818 | Thomas Barran | Arminius Kroeger | Rath Nihro | Open

"Galactic Common" | <"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

I looked at the man when he mentioned that he thought they might be civilians. I nodded again, there was a good chance that there were indeed only civilians hiding here, but I still had to be prepared for the possibility of what if they weren't. I thought quickly, if we were preparing for civilians and they weren't, we could easily die in a few moments. I didn't know if the man had a problem with killing civilians if they had guns, but I didn't. I had to be ruthless and unfeeling; without that, I couldn't have been any good at my job. If I couldn't kill or torture a civilian, or anybody, I wouldn't be in my position. And we didn't have time, in case there were civilians, to search for them so that they wouldn't attack us in the back.

"Use stun mode, it's faster and even more effective against lighter armour than a possible blaster shot. We can finish faster." I suggested to the man. "But if you don't mind, we might as well kill them, whether they are civilians or soldiers."

Another decision I left up to the man. I didn't want to argue along the way, nor slow us down by arguing or discussing moral issues, especially since we were almost at the enemy's door. And I certainly didn't want to have to stun him and carry him out of here to the extraction point. As I made my way through the passage I could feel the cold and strong winds that would otherwise have been protected by the glass steel walls, but now I missed it. Fortunately the wind was not too strong to hinder my movement. When we arrived at the metal door, it opened.

As the agent thought, it was really just civilians hiding from the invasion. Regardless, they had weapons, but I - and probably my partner too - were faster and better trained. So the civilians didn't stand a chance. They were lying dead or unconscious around us in almost no time, especially if my partner was helping me and I didn't have to do it alone. However, time was running out, so I didn't bother to check what these civilians had. Instead, I looked at the man.

"Let's move on before the fighting intensifies and the whole city falls into ruins." I suggested as I nodded my head for us to go on, and when the man started walking, I followed him.

 

[Eina L'lerim-Vandiir]

The Light of Ashla , Champion and Avatar of Ashla

Information

Objective: Protect the planet
Location: Ground, Tython
Equipment: Sverð Fyrstr (weapons) | Ljósspjót (spear) | Skrúð Engill Fyrstr (armour) || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m
Direct tag: Onrai | Closed
Tags: Open

"Galactic Common" | <"High Nelvaanian"> | ["Essonian"] | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

"I never considered or thought of Ashla as a goddess or as a deity. She is just a Force Entity like anyone or anything else. Just like the Manda, or War, Death and Rebirth. There are no gods or deities, only very powerful Force Entities." she said; on this point she was thinking exactly the same as her mother.

Eina didn't think of herself as ignorant; she was always open to learning new things from the souls who wandered into the Sanctuary, or even from the living she met. But in her long life, she has learned that those who do not communicate with telepathy and emotion are very often liars. The souls in Sanctuary, or in Seat of Ashla always showed who they were afraid of, what was hurting them. But now she was given no tangible proof, just more and more crazy stories from Onrai. Something she'd never heard of and that was supposedly more dangerous than anything else. What she didn't want to say anymore was that Ashla would never leave her followers. For that very reason Eina was here, as was Geiseric, if need be, and in time Eisa, their daughter.

The Light of Ashla did not react to the other words, but did react when Onrai decided to walk towards the temple. Eina descended from the air. First her toes touched the ground, then her feet, and finally the end of the spear clattered to the floor. She was certain of one thing, she would not allow the other woman to enter the building and contaminate it with her presence.

"No, you're not going in!" Eina's tone was now exactly as cold and commanding as if her mother, Ingrid, had spoken.

As she was born from a piece of Ingrid's and Adrian's souls, it was not surprising that she inherited different qualities from them. For example, her eyes were more like Adrian's blue eyes than her mother's, but her voice was exactly the same as Ingrid L'lerim's. Only, while the Eternal Empress was always cold and emotionless, Eina's voice always reflected a great deal of emotion. Just not now. Eina gripped the spear with both hands, then she reached out to the Force and concentrated.

Ashla wills it.​

She whispered, and first the top of the spear, then Eina's aura began to glow with a golden light, and then her wings and finally her whole body began to emit Force Light. So the Avatar did not attack directly, she just hoped that the Force Light would be enough to keep Onrai away from the temple entrance. The light only illuminated and covered the entrance and its immediate vicinity. She tried to prevent her opponent from entering the church. But this stunt alone was a true reflection of why Eina was the Light of Ashla.

 

[Onrai]

Objective: To fulfill her own agenda (Objective 3)
Location: Above Ground, Tython
Equipment: ???
Direct Tag: Eina L'lerim-Vandiir | Closed
Tags: Raphael Gallustrade

"You might want to tell that to the Cardinal. I assure you - he did not share your viewpoint."

Onrai continued to head towards the temple, pausing for a moment as the Ashlan woman landed and finally gave a threat. About time. A quick thought went through her head as Onrai ignored Eina's initial declaration and continued walking towards the temple. As she focused, Eina's Force Light began to emanate, and were Onrai still a Sith of flesh and blood who drew upon the Dark Side for her power, she was certain that this, like almost every other time she had witnessed such a power be used against Sith in question, would inevitably cripple them and prevent them from continuing to act. She was fortunate in that she was no such thing anymore.

And the power she drew from was, by all accounts, different.

With each step in her path to walk around Eina, the innate sense of aberration and wrongness further grew, almost in reaction to the ever-more direct impact of the Force Light in question. The essence of the Anti-Force welled up within Onrai and, as the light hit her, so too did it react with her own power, the result only further energizing her as it had Ooradryl, Waru, and the other Kindred many centuries ago - that was what happened when the Force and Anti-Force came into contact. Were she capable of smiling in any visible form from her otherwise amorphous humanoid shape, she would've done so - this was vindication of the things she had done to herself in order to achieve such power, in concert with decades of focus and training on the irradial worlds of Otherspace. She continued walking around Eina until she made it to the actual entrance, her spectral hand pressed against the stonework as she leaned against it.

"That may work on the Emperor, but you'll be hard pressed to do the same thing here." She said. "So many Lightsiders have used that technique since the end of the Gulag plague, it's gotten old." She rested her other hand on the wall, leaning back with both of them before pushing off and seeming to stretch. Where her hands had been, dark blotches of shadow remained on the stonework - blotches that began to grow and form another entity, a shadowed form perfectly duplicated from Onrai's own.

"Now, as I said before, I'm going to inside and check the Temple for answers to my questions. If you still have a problem with it, I'm right here." The newly formed manifestation of Onrai began to walk into the temple itself while the Onrai that had started the initial confrontation reached within her essence and withdrew a small metal tube with a cap on it. Her wraithlike thumb pressed down on the black button on its side, similarly turning the knob at the same time. Emitted from the otherwise uncapped end of the tube formed a crackling, sparking, barely contained beam of energized white plasma that was every bit as defiant to the structured norms of the universe as the one who wielded it was. While in a defensive posture, the armed Onrai did not seek to make any sort of attack - there was no reason to. Not yet.

 

[Amena Kader]

VIPER
KALETH TEMPLE | TYTHON
ALLIES: DE
ENEMIES: GA
ENGAGING: Lily Decoria
GEAR: Armour | Lightsaber | Pistol | Vibroblades | Vibroknife | Grenade loadout

PNEUMA​

The girl moved well.

It may take Amena longer than a minute to get past this girl. It was amusing, in a way, to see the Padawan's resolve. How long had it been since Amena had been a Jedi herself - with the same resolve? Oblivious to double standards and false ideologies? It had taken catastrophe for her to see the Order for what it was - a lie.

Her blade met Amena's. The Viper could feel, even though she hadn't even been trying, that the young woman wouldn't be able to keep a defence up indefinitely against the power of Juyo - not when it was used as it was supposed to. The Inquisitor expected a Force attack - it's what anyone with half a brain would do to put distance between them and their opponent. So Amena countered the Push with one of her own to negate it.

She did allow the young Jedi a moment to collect herself, however. Contrary to what the girl might think, the Kandaran really had no desire to kill children. Amena may have been an Imperial Inquisitor far longer than she had been a Jedi, may have Fallen in the eyes of the Order, but she still had certain lines that she rarely or never crossed. Children shouldn't be involved in any aspect of war. She, herself, was a product of it. Nothing good ever came of it.

When she was sure the girl was solidly in her defensive stance, she moved again, switching back to Djem So. She let her blade clash against the Jedi's, the screech-hum of the two blades ringing between them. Her strength in the Form would be far more visible now, but slightly less demanding than her previous strike.
"Step aside, Child, and I'll let you and yours pass unharmed. I'm here for a bigger purpose than the Sith and their revenge." she said over the crossed blades before jumping away again, dancing around the Echani. The singular argent blade striking like a viper, fast and precise but never at the same place. High, low, to the side, to the back.

Most of them could be defended against, but would serve the purpose of taxing energy until the opportunity for a true blow presented itself. She had left another choice for the young woman - a far more pleasing one.

Would she take it, or will she remain in the doorway and risk everything?

 

[Valery Noble]

RUINS OF AKAR KESH

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Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery would happily be the one to banter.

She didn't need to look or reach out with her senses to know what Kahlil was preparing. Each thought, decision, or action of his, was a part of her through their Dyad, and this wasn't their first rodeo together. More surprising was the Emperor's reaction. He paid little attention to her verbal jabs, but the use of runes — a development of her husband after his time with the Sith — sparked fury in his eyes. The darkness swelled around him with malice, responding to its Master's call, as it lashed out with lethal intent toward the Shield of the Jedi.

Valery ignored the ripples of death she felt and ignited the first of her two violet blades. Trusting her husband to be the Shield, Valery responded to Solipsis' taunt and closed the distance like a lightning bolt. The release of power shredded apart the ground in her wake, but it paled in comparison to what she planned to turn against the Emperor. Her fiery gaze connected with his as she drew closer, and with controlled aggression expected from the Sword of the Jedi, Valery lashed out at him, her blade cutting its way up through the air to strike from hip to shoulder.

But her blade would never connect.

The moment her lightsaber was supposed to reach its target, Valery shifted in the Force. Her body and blade became one, as she phased and allowed her momentum to carry her through the Dark Lord in an attempt to get behind him. Hoping it would throw off his balance from expecting a clash, Valery spun, her ponytail cracking through the air while her blade became a whirlwind, and lashed out towards his torso from behind with her own lethal intent.

She wasn't holding back.

Kahlil Noble Darth Solipsis ​