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

[Lord Kalrath]

Kaleth
Tags: Braze , Aris Noble , Zaiya Ceti

Kai’el…

The blood of his ancient enemy, faint but pungent in the air. The stench of his rival was undeniably present as the ancient Sith slipped into the temple. No matter what the Jedi were prepared for, the infiltration had begun. A new age of chaos was to be ushered in, and Kalrath was struggling to restrain his bloodlust. His aged and withered body trembled in anticipation, his weight brought down heavy with each step. Cane in his hand, the old Twi’lek warmonger ignored the battle that was to ensue.

He followed the stench of his rival, blinded by rage. The bloodline of Dillon Kai’el, the betrayer, his greatest enemy. The man to leave his comrades for dead at Malachor V all those centuries ago. Whatever brood he had left behind was here.

Kalrath would snuff it out.

He came upon a chamber with three individuals present. Youthful it seemed, though most were youthful to the ancient Sith. Jedi no doubt, each a strong aura, but it was the Echani he fixated on most. Whatever conversation they were having didn’t matter to him. The large ancient Sith would lumber in, shuffling as though he were already dead, forcing himself to continue.

“Kai’el…”

A cold wave of dark energy would fill the room, and the ground would tremor as the ancient Sith spoke.

“His stench is on you…”

 

[Phineas Kand]

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Tags:
Adeline Noctua
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Tython. Records were numerous, accounts given by witnesses, victims, participants, all part of the history here - but they were all dwarfed by the sight of it. It was the first time he'd been here. Hopefully not the last place I'll have been, he thought to himself. From the tight confines of his starfighter's cockpit he could see the battlefield ahead. Debris, cratered hulls of vessels long since abandoned, no doubt there were yet bodies still entombed here in the vast nothingness of space. No time for this, the Jedi Knight chided himself. Fingers wrapped around the controls of the starfighter he punched it, screaming forward towards the field of debris. It would be there he could engage the enemy best, when their five senses were overwhelmed, it was there that The Force would give him the sharpest edge.

The Force. That was another matter entirely. Tendrils of darkness danced in the void, like the arms of a kraken, threatening to ensnare anything which fell within reach of its grasp. Oppressive. Choking. All consuming. Such was the power of the Dark Side, such was the mountain Phineas was going to have to overcome.

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Comms were a mess. The carbon scoring on the Jedi's hull probably didn't help matters, his droid companion limited in its capability to repair vital components on the fly like this. Static accentuated each transmission both sent and received, at times drowning out the message entirely. Furthermore, alarms and alerts flashed and sounded across Knight Kand's instrument panel as he raised a sleeve to his brow. Sweat beaded lightly on his forehead as he threw his weight into the controls, bringing the starfighter cutting back to his port side and within mere inches of a jagged chunk of durasteel. The battle had just begun but he could already feel the fatigue at the edge of his mind. I haven't died yet, so there's that. Energy was a resource. A resource he had to manage carefully if he hoped to survive.

It started out as a low hum in Phineas' ears, then a burst of undecipherable static. A voice, calling out, a desperate plea.
"Mayday, Mayday," the transmission crackled, each syllable carrying the weight of urgency, "This is Passenger Liner Alpha Kresh Niner, our engines are out and we are adrift." The words fought against the interference, struggling to break free from the suffocating grasp of the static that threatened to consume them. Yet, amidst the chaos, the message persisted, a beacon of hope amidst the vast darkness of space.

"We appear to be entering a combat zone," the transmission continued, each word tinged with apprehension and fear, "Mayday, mayday."

Then, it was gone. Static and the vibrations of his fighter craft the only buzz in his ears. I need to assist them. Combat was one thing, meeting the enemy face to face on the battlefield but here, now, there was an unexpected variable. Innocents. How they'd ended up in the middle of a combat zone, why they had ventured this close to Tython in the first place, Phineas had no answers but what he had were solutions. Well, one at least.

Gently keying up his own comm he turned his fighter in the direction of the new contact.

:: En route to your position, hold steady. Recommend powering down all systems except life support and any shielding you may have. ::

Coming around a jagged piece of starship hull, Phineas nearly swore under his breath. "They weren't kidding when they said passenger liner, were they?" he said rhetorically to the droid behind him. 'Alpha Kresh Niner' was a luxury barge, its large hull easily visible amidst the backdrop of space. Pushing the throttle forwards as far as it would go, the Jedi felt an urgency, a strange itch at the edge of his mind's eye. Something telling him to hurry. Something telling him there had just begun an unseen clock to his efforts. Like a knife of ice he felt a presence in the void, a singular entity also focused towards the barge. He could feel the tightness in his chest spread. Something isn't right... I need to hurry. I need to save these people from.. from whatever this is.

It was something other than the ship's perilous position. It was someone.

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

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

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Zaiya couldn't contain her amusement as she observed Aris's initial sternness melt away, replaced by his soft smile. It was a comforting sight, one that brought a sense of warmth to her as well as a delighted cerulean hue to the mottled spots and stripes over her skin. He had a nice smile, and it was nice to see it.

It wasn't the only thing she noticed from him either. He radiated a cool, soothing presence. Subtle, barely discernable, but there nonetheless. Did he always feel like this? Did this have to do with the Force? While she couldn't quite discern as vividly his emotions as Zaiya had with his kyber, it was still fascinating and thrilling to notice.

However, Zaiya's attention soon shifted to Braze, and a perplexed expression washed over her vibrant hues, mingling with shades of silver and pewter amidst gleeful teals and aqua highlights. Her joy subtly resonated with Braze through the Force, prompting her curiosity to surge along with a subtle brightening of her markings. Unbeknownst to the Lovalla, it was Braze's latent empathic abilities at play, intertwining with Zaiya's own emotions.

Unable to contain her bewildered excitement, Zaiya couldn't help but bounce with joy, her accessories chiming softly in response to her movements. "I can feel you. Both of you! That is so weird and so-o cool."

Rocking on her heels so that her robe gave a gentle swish around her legs, Zaiya seemed unable to contain her excitement and energy.

"Oh, the trip was fine. Slow, but okay. I'm just happy to be here. " And Zaiya was. On the other hand, Nana interjected, [ Pardon me, young masters, but where may I set Mistress Zaiya's travel case? ]

Zaiya knew Nana would nag about it if they didn't get that underway. Being decisive on the matter, with a swirl of her robe's white skirt, Zaiya turned and bent down to take the roll away from the babysitter droid.

"I got this, Nana. How about you go and charge up? I can stay with Aris and Braze, and we can find my room and then look around."

[ Oh no, Young Mistress. I should stay by your side. ] Nana insisted. Zaiya became frustrated, lavender hues shimmering over her markings, and she gently but firmly persuaded Nana to take a break.

"There are plenty of guards around, Nana. I'll be fine. I'm just going to be staying in the temple. If we leave it, I can always come get you. Besides, you really need to recharge." Zaiya insisted. The droid had been ever vilegent during the transit from Commoner to Tython.

If the Lovalla only knew how their day would take a drastic turn, perhaps Zaiya wouldn't have insisted as such. Already, there was a stir up ahead, the younglings unbeknownst to the battle and chaos that was to come.

"Come on, Aris and Braze, where do we go?" Zaiya called out decisively. A flicker of determination flashed across her features, accentuated by the vibrant hues of dark orange with a flicker of a blue glow swirling over her stripes. With a sense of adventure in her heart, Zaiya took charge, calling out to Aris and Braze as she prepared to lead the way, even if she didn't know where to go. The end goal was the temple, right? Without hesitation, she attempted to reach out to take Aris's hand, inviting him and Braze to get going. Whether Aris accepted her gesture remained to be seen.

“Kai’el…”

Not that it mattered. The revelry of the moment shattered when the Lovalla suddenly froze in her tracks, Zaiya's steps faltering as a formidable presence made its presence felt. A shiver ran down Zaiya's spine as a palpable aura of darkness engulfed the area, causing the ground to quiver beneath their feet. As the ancient Sith's voice pierced the air like a jagged blade, its raspy tone sending a chill coursing through Zaiya's veins. There, up ahead was a Twi'lek with a mask over the lower half of his face. Honestly, he did not look very pretty, as if he had a very rough few weeks with little sleep, no caf, and late-night study sessions wrecked him for good.

It was the closest Zaiya had ever come across a Sith before in her life so that was the best way she could describe him.

“His stench is on you…”

"Ahh... are you sure? I used the refresher this morning... smells of citrus and mint. I'm Zaiya; what's your name?" Although Zaiya attempted to keep a light tone, there was no mistaking the way the negative energy made the vibrant glow fade from her complexion, leaving her skin with a pallid silver hue instead of its usual rosy gold. As fear gripped her, her markings took on a faint yellow tint, rippling with growing unease.

Around the young teens, chaos erupted. The Dark Empire had finally arrived at their temple section.

"Aris... Braze... is he ahh.. your teacher?" The young teen didn't think so, but she was really hoping so. Maybe he needed a shower and some caf and he'll be nicer?

Spoiler: Gear

Robe and cool jewerly | BCA - Solid State Hologram Tool Band | The Babysiter Droid AKA - Nana

 

[Kali'ka]

Location: Tython
Objective 3: Clash at Kaleth
Gear: Phrik Alloy Lightsaber Pike ,PharmaTech Oculus, Sith robes, Sith amulet
Opponents: Catronia Byrne , Anthony Gray Sun

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While Kali'ka was mostly indifferent to the Empire's assault to take Empress Teta, the idea of purging Tython and Kaleth of the Jedi infestation was most delicious to the Sith sorceress. Her grudge against the Order had not only taken root over the years, but had festered into a consuming hatred that went beyond the error of a single Jedi Knight. How eagerly she awaited the opportunity to plague the Jedi, any Jedi, with Darkness, and rid them of their hideous light of life.

While Kali'ka traveled to Tython with the Dark Elite that sought to take Kaleth Temple, she was not a soldier, Kali'ka shunned the more direct clash with the Jedi defending the temple. She preferred to choose her opponent, to revel in the torment of only a few at a time. So, she skulked around the perimeter of the temple, at one point having to deceive a Twi'lek Jedi into turning another direction to avoid crossing paths with the sorceress. Then, Kali saw her quarry. A lovely, petite creature, alabaster skin and azure mane. The woman's face bore tribal marks of a Sarkhai, not entirely different than the Kiff tattoos on her own face. The Sith sorceress sought to draw the young Jedi further away, where she would be easier prey.

It was not difficult to tap into the girl. She was anxious. Just a moment touching her aural nerves, and the distant sound of desperate screams were thought to be heard. Outside of a small entrance, to the gardens she believed, the Sith sorceress awaited the Sarkhai Jedi.

 

[Amena Kader]

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

PNEUMA​

Tython.

The beginning of the end for the Empire. They had endured for a while after Rurik's death, but it had been a catalyst for their downfall in the end. The shattering of greatness.

Amena had stood on the ship, looking down at the site of so much destruction, disgust clear on her Kandaran features. Her thoughts not only on what she had witnessed on Tython, but on what had happened on Exegol as well. There was a reason the entire unit of Troopers that accompanied her was new.

Those of her original Death Trooper squad that survived the onslaught on Exegol, had been disbanded during the splintering of the Empire. Commander Hobie, the man that had stood beside her through many engagements, hadn't been among those that survived. He had been felled by an Alliance ambush. Corporal Vesh and some other men had been felled by Moon Children.

Friends, all of them.

Men she had seen through one engagement to the next. Who she had shared a drink or a joke with during lulls in combat or on hunts. She had given the great General Saul Vandron enough venom to last him a lifetime for preventing them from aiding her in hunting rebels on Derellium.

And she had lost them all.

She now served one of the transgressors in all of that in order to hunt one of the other transgressors. You couldn't make this stuff up if you tried. Ziost had pushed her away from the Jedi and into the arms of the New Imperial Order. She had been with it for years, doing Tavlar and Fel's bidding and savouring every minute of it. She had hunted Sith and later Jedi and she was damn good at it. And what did it get her? Swearing loyalty to a self-serving, sniveling little man who shrunk in the stalwartness of his own son and lashed out violently at anyone who rubbed it into his face? Just in order to continue hunting at least Jedi and get some small manner of peace for her fallen squad.

Now, stalking the area in front of the Temple like a shadow straight from Haran, her mind was a tempest. It stuck in her throat, working alongside Sith. She held fast to the knowledge that they and the Dark Empire were a means to an end. It helped that she wasn't the only Imperial Knight that had made her winding way into Solipsis and Korvan's clutches.

<Ma'am, we're picking up a hostile signature moving our way. How would you like to proceed?> Captain Fawkes' voice came over the comms. It was a small unit of Purge Troopers assigned to her. New names she had to learn. New men for her to get attached to just for them to be snatched away. Was this how Dark Jedi and Sith were made?

The Inquisitor sighed before reaching out through the empyrean, feeling. If it was a Force-being who was making their way in the group's direction, Amena would know it. If not, the men could handle it.

Sure enough, the Force fingers brushed against another Force being on approach. A snarl pulled at her mouth as she pulled back to the present.
<Pull back and keep anyone else from interfering, Captain. This one's mine.> she said, igniting a part of her argent blade and moving in the direction of the oncoming Jedi.
<Clear copy.> answered the Captain before pulling himself and the rest of the men back to fade into their surroundings. <We'll stay close, should you need us, ma'am.>
A muscle twitched in Amena's eye as she moved. Those had been Hobie's words before he died. That emotional wound never fully healed.
<Thank you, Captain, but it won't be necessary.> Keep them at a distance.

Keep them safe from another Jedi's onslaught.

 

[Ordo]

The Mandalorian stood in the galley. Patiently waiting, watching, willing the popkerns to finish cooking. His grey-green eyes scanning side to side as He watched the small sack of kernels turn. The warm butter smell started as The big man shifted his weight from one side to the other.

Ding!

He opened the door. And grabbed the sack of popped kernels. Switching the bag from hand to hand as He walked toward the cockpit, shaking a hand as he went. He paused a moment at the entryway and tossed a handfull of popkerns into His mouth and then whiped His hand on His shirt.

He picked an empty chair and sat swiveling side to side and lofted a popkern across the cockpit at Arla Rodarch then popped another kernal into His mouth.

 

[Cairan Shannon]

Tags: Korr Du Lac
Equipment: Lightsaber​

Without much of an issue, the butcher had crossed the warzone.

A young, innocent Jedi Padawan humanoid male of no older than thirteen had fallen to the blade of the Knight somewhere in the middle of his walk to the temple. Cairan wasn't sure if the Padawan would have attacked him, begged to join him or somewhere in the middle but he wasn't giving the young boy a chance. One quick wrist movement and the Jedi had fallen face first into the dirt, the red plasma of the lightsaber igniting and de-igniting the moment the deed was done.

Upon Cairan's approach to the temple, he'd been stopped by someone foolish enough to challenge him. A Jedi had pointed an emerald blade towards him and made a wise crack. Cairan paused for a moment, the wind (with a little aid from the force) blowing his trench coat menacingly, revealing his bare chest. His lightsaber hilt would be visible at his waist, damaged yet still a dangerous weapon.

"Well aren't you a little pretty boy." The manipulator of darkness studied the Jedi intensely, a sick grin forming over his face. "Shame the temple's closed really. Was hoping to get myself one of those collectors mugs and a rubbish shirt, yknow?" he continued, grin growing wider. "Guess those little blonde locks of yours will have to do, dog"

The Butcher kept his eyes on the Jedi. "Tell me something. Do you like to bleed?" he spoke, almost manic with excitement. "Do you like to hear the screams of your enemies?" He paused for a moment. "Guess that's just me" his smile remained plastered on his face. "So I'll change the question. How do you want to die? Quietly? Quickly? Painfully? Surrounded by loved ones? I can arrange whichever you fancy"

 

[Jonyna Si]

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Tag: Taam Moghul Detritus Ren
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Detritus would say through his pained breaths, as his boots stomped into the ruined surface. His eyes focused narrowly on the ancient structure, the very sight of it had disgusted him. One thing was certain among this void, that the light had to be extinguished by the shadow entirely.

With another roar, Taam charged the Sith invaders.

Jonyna followed her own mate's roar. She could feel it, the instincts of the Rebel Jedi returning to her. She carved a path, ferocious slashes of songsteel and lightsaber plasma tearing into sith armor. For the last two years, she had been sitting on them, the instincts of a warrior, only sparsely letting them out. Ryloth, Ukatis, Thule. The Cathar knew she was more than she showed. She'd taken down star destroyers, wiped entire Imperial platoons herself, and now she was facing her greatest challenge. Real, unabashed, Sith.

Maybe the council wanted her to be something more, something less feral. Maybe they wanted to make her a more traditional jedi. But in her heart, she'd always have that Rebel spirit in her. That edge, that allowed her to fight with a clear conscience. To her, the world was so simple. Good, Evil. The difference was as clear as day. The Sith encouraged genocide, encouraged betrayal and crimes against sentient life. The jedi, as much as she pushed back against some of their modern ideals, stood for what was good. But she believed a simple truth.

When the darkness came, when evil brings hell to your doorstep, you don't show them sympathy. You show them the blade or a blaster. True evil cannot be fought with kindness. It much be combatted with a fierce bravery, and superior firepower.

In the distance, she sensed a presence approaching. As she watched her mate swing clean through a Dark Side Elite, she gave him a small tap on the shoulder. Something was coming.

 

[Salvor Thul]

DARK EMPIRE: Arminius Kroeger | KN-967 | TK-818 | Jon Hojkstra | Thomas Barran
GALACTIC ALLIANCE: Gress D'ran | Lycus Merita | Ashley Nevermore | Alicio Organa
LOCATION: Battlefront West
OBJECTIVE: Cross the River

The sight across the river was as pure of carnage as one could expect, or desire, from the Brotherhood of the Maw. We were showing those bright-eyed youths of the Empire the real strength they were coming into, the real strength one could attain following the Sith. For the men and women on the other side, this must have been a nightmare. It was the nightmares that tended to wake us from our sleep, and the Alliance had been sleeping for far too long...

I lowered my macros down and took in the full scope. We were on the far western side of the battlefield, where the long range artillery had collapse the bridges. We were being funneled north, or so it seemed they wanted.

"Captain," I called the attention of the man beside me away from another trooper he was discussing with,

"its time to make it across before any more of those bridges get collapsed. We'll manuever our forces in to position fro a flank attack from the south, assuming we don't run into any difficulties."

I pointed up the river at the heavy smoke drifting down towards.

"Armour has engaged, should be a decent distraction. I want speed in your advance, stay your swords for now, untill we get in range. Quick and quiet." I ordered, to which the Captain turned and began relaying the info.

This new company of mine was a mixed bag, built from the ground up around one thing: close quarters shocktroopers. Many of them had followed me out of the Unknown Regions. Most were young blood, eager to serve the Empire and proficient with a vibroblade enough that they fit the bill. None were as old as me, none were of the original stock of Sith soldiers from way back when. But they respected me, perhaps because they feared me, but nevertheless they would be good clay to mold in the image of those I had lost. Sith soldiers they may not yet be, but even now I could not doubt their loyalty to their new Emperor. Solipsis had inspired a great fervor, and great fear among the enemy that these soldiers were ready to capitalize upon.

As we broke from out secure hold of a building on the far side of the river, we slipped deftly across one of the neglected bridge, but we surely would not go unnoticed for long, if we weren't already on the radar of Alliance UAVs. Each of my soldiers carried slung across his back a vibrosword, for the moment when we would hopefully catch them by surprise...

 

[Korr Du Lac]

Observing the figure before him, Korr grappled with the unsettling realization that this Sith might be more akin to a bloodthirsty beast than a sentient being. Nevertheless, he remained resolute in his stance, the only barrier between the Sith and its sinister intentions.

"A pity, my friend, that the Sith seem to lack understanding of basic attire," Korr remarked with a wry smirk, a subtle jab aimed at provoking the Sith further. As tension thickened in the air, he couldn't resist the temptation to taunt the male once more.

"Ah, has your insatiable thirst for blood clouded your perception, mistaking me for a mere specter?" Korr's tone dripped with sarcasm as he shifted into a defensive posture, both hands firmly gripping the hilt of his lightsaber. Despite the chill that crept down his spine at the Sith's menacing presence, Korr remained steadfast in his resolve.

"My demise will be sealed when the darkness within you finally consumes you," he declared, his voice tinged with determination as he prepared to face the impending confrontation.

Cairan Shannon

 

[Anthony Gray Sun]

Tag: Catronia Byrne Kali'ka​

Something just wasn't right here, and Catronia was going to get to the bottom of it! Even if this little side adventure of hers had just put her in of potential danger, she didn't care. Her master had taught her to run towards the danger, never away from it!

The Knight could feel it. Something was coming. He and Catronia had been training on Kaleth to try and get her ice powers honed to fighting capability. But now things were different. Donning his jacket, he walked out to meet Catronia, slow breaths hoping to calm his padawan as he put a hand on her shoulder.

"Don't let your nerves take you Cat. We're in this for the long haul. What do'ya sense? Tell me."

He could feel it too. Something dark coming. Something coming for them. The battle had already started elsewhere, they were just guarding the temple.

 

[Valery Noble]

RUINS OF AKAR KESH

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Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

"He's here."

The visions from Onderon were slowly starting to come back to her. She understood that what she had seen was different from what she felt now. It hadn't been a battle on Tython that haunted her mind, nor had she stood against this darkness alongside her husband in the few images that plagued her ever since. But without a doubt, she now stood amidst the beginning of an entirely new war the Force had warned her about.

A new, darker era for the Galaxy.

Fiery eyes shifted to her husband — Shield of the Jedi — and a smile managed to form despite the ongoing attack. If this was the event that threw the Jedi and Alliance back into years of war, she could at least find solace in the fact that he stood beside her. She knew that he always would when she needed him, as he always had before. With a gentle hand, Valery reached for his and offered an affectionate squeeze.

It was often hard to tell how he felt deep inside, and even now he sometimes hid it away from his expression. But their bond hid nothing, and she knew that this is what he had fought so hard to prevent as well. For the sake of the Jedi, the Alliance and their children.

"Let's confront him now. No matter what darkness he brings, this time we stand much stronger than we did before." Up until Tython, the Jedi had lacked leadership and felt chaotic. Her rise to coordinate and lead the war efforts as Sword of the Jedi had helped changed the course of the war, and so had the ascension of her husband into the role of the Shield. Ultimately, she had fulfilled her promise and purpose when she ended it all over Exegol.

She would end this Dark Empire as well.

Kahlil Noble Darth Solipsis ​

 

[Cairan Shannon]

Tags: Korr Du Lac
Equipment: Lightsaber​

"Today, unfortuantely is not the day I die".

Still not drawing his weapon, Cairan let out yet another smile towards his foe. He had no intention of his life coming to a close on Tython, he had much more planned that he wanted to achieve before ending up in a box. He had so much he wanted to do and unfortunatly it was difficult to organise meetings when you were dead. The whole being dead thing tended to cause complications.

"Must we really draw weapons?" he asked, eyes flicking down to the emerald blade being pointed towards him. "You're quick enough to judge my dress sense and yet you walk around with that abomination. Really, there are people out there that would end your life just for carrying that" he continued. "And think of the fashionista's. Green is really not your colour. They'll be all over you."

With very little warning, Cairan lifted his right hand and shot a few bolts of crackling blue energy towards the Jedi opposite. A quick force shield would be raised by the mad practicioner of the darker aspects of the force, serving to protect himself from any rebounding darkside energy and supercharged energy that may be redirected towards him by his foe.

"I remember being in your shoes once Jedi" he continued, stepping backwards. "The darkside of the force really isn't that bad. You should give it a try sometime, provided you survive this encounter." he said softly, sending yet a few more bolts of crackling blue force lightning hurling towards his foe. "Imagine what you could do with power like this"

Cairan finally drew his weapon from his hip, igniting the unstable crimson crystals within it. "I suppose we must fall back to the formalities of lightsaber combat whilst we continue this conversation. Please, feel free to make the first move. It won't change the outcome, it might just make you feel better. Make you feel like you at least attempted to defend yourself before you died"

 

[Korr Du Lac]

"I share no such sentiment, beast," Korr retorted, his gaze fixed firmly on his adversary as he maintained a cautious circle around him. With his saber poised defensively, he remained vigilant, prepared for any sudden strike that might come his way.

"Perhaps a quaint tea party amidst the rubble would suit you better?" he quipped, feigning astonishment at the Sith's lack of decorum. A wry smirk played on his lips as he delivered another jest. "As for the green saber, I've yet to receive any complaints. It seems to accentuate my finer qualities."

Before he could revel in his humor, bolts of crackling blue lightning surged towards him, forcing Korr to swiftly maneuver his saber to intercept the energy. Though he managed to deflect some of the onslaught, the searing pain of the lightning against his flesh served as a harsh reminder of the Sith's formidable power.

"Attempting to recruit me with your shocking appearance?" Korr taunted through gritted teeth, his smirk unwavering despite the agony. "You'll need more than mere lightning to sway me to your side."

With resolve burning deep within Korr would surged forward, his emerald blade danced with lethal grace, tracing an arc of light through the air. With a swift and precise motion, he aimed for a strategic opening in his opponent's defenses, seeking to exploit any vulnerability he could find. The hum of his lightsaber filled the air as he pressed the assault, channeling his focus and determination into each calculated strike

Cairan Shannon

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Kaleth
Tags: Kaleb Sunwalker

Lux Ultima
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All roads lead back to Tython.

Jasper still remembered the day that he had first met his closest friend, Iris Arani ... and of course Darth Carnifex as well. The pit of the darkside had shown its depths to him, a man called an emperor striking a camp of civilians, caught up in the crossfire just because their home was deemed signifigant enough to destroy. All the chaos the Maw had caused, the very chaos that drew him back to the Jedi and into the war, the hope that maybe he could save lives instead of cast them into darkness...

It always came back here.

Blindsided, the Galactic Alliance was scrambling to respond. Jasper jumped to action where he could. The youngest member of the Jedi Council mobilized his relief unit and began to escort those in the afflicted area to safety, all while he stood watch. His own body would be the shield, standing between the lives of the innocent and the oncomming battle. It was already waging, dark vessels in the sky and reports flooding in about the Temple having been breached. There was no way out of this now, not without bloodshed. Always that feeling in his gut, the one that forced him back here time and time again.

Bloodshed. Always bloodshed.

The curse would follow him until the end of time. Rebuild, rebuild, rebuild... but the war would return anyways, unconcerned for whom it may squash in the crossfire. It frustrated him greatly.

But still he stood, standing between the comming storm and the civilian evacuation. Whatever came his way, he was going to give hell.

 

[Jon Hojkstra]

ONCE LOYAL // Issue 2​

Cinnegar West Bank, Empress Teta
Allies: TK-818 Thomas Barran Arminius Kroeger Salvor Thul
Enemies: Ashley Nevermore Gress D'ran Lycus Merita (lmk if missing someone)
INTERACTING: KN-967

Jon Hojkstra moved through the shadowed corridors of the building with the caution of a ghost, but the purpose of a dagger. The air heavy with the residue of blaster fire and the metallic tang of blood clung to him like a second skin. He methodically cleared each room, purging the small building of the Alliance scouting unit that had taken refuge within its confines.

From the building Stormtrooper Fire Team Foxtrot-Two-Besha were approaching, a lone figure clad in black emerged. His attire, a mix of combat gear and urban camo; a brassard on his arm proclaimed allegiance to the Dark Empire in the chaos of the Tetan insurgency.

The bloodied veteran raised his hands in a gesture of peace, his voice low but commanding., "Friendly. Don't fire!" Jon growled, eyes squinting at the troopers trying to discern whether they were part of Kroeger's Iron Legion. Nothing distinguished them as his former comrade's men, but their gait was inescapable to his trained eye—a gait as green as grass.

Rookies.

The Corps loved throwing fresh recruits into the meat grinder. Baptism by fire they called it, formally.

Culling, informally.

"Call me Jon." he said, after a moment of hesitation on how to introduce himself now that he was no longer a Lieutenant, nor in the Corps at all. But whatever formalities were to follow were cut short; the world erupted in chaos as an artillery shell struck with merciless precision, a mere stone's throw from where Jon and the stormtroopers stood. The ground heaved as if the very planet itself protested the violence inflicted upon it. A concussive wave of air and debris hammered through, tossing Jon to the ground like a rag doll caught in a tempest.

 

[Vaux Gred]

Ships: Tsad-class Fleet Carrier (Tsad), Talyc Squadron (Equipt with GF-4 Stinger Multirole Fighters), 9x GF-4 Stinger Multirole Fighter squadrons, 8x Directorate "Ghost" Viper Interceptor squadrons
Tags: Marlon Sularen Amelia von Sorenn Arla Rodarch Ordo​

Vaux walked into the hanger, running her hand across the freshly painted Stinger, now in blood red with a stylized jai'galaar motif. It had been her calling card in her old TwinTail, so it was nice to see the new coat. She looked at the rest of the squadron. Many newer faces, at least to be flying alongside. Vaux's droid VK grumbled, with the squadron commander patting his head disc. "I know, I know. I'll get Aries to figure an update for you come next time. This was a bit short notice."

On the bridge, the captain was waiting for the signal. They were the only Gred ship that could respond, and were lucky they could swap Talyc Squadron in for this. Granted she looked like an open faced brick with engines, but the carrier would be proving itself today hopefully. Tsad, the ship's AI that also bore the name, appeared in hologram, seeming ready.

"I know it sounds selfish, but I'm glad to not be a floating refugee camp for a...."

"I swear, the fact you're the AI of a carrier is shocking given that aggression streak."

"Mando'a are aggressive, no?"

"You take to a different level sometime." The captain, a Mandalorian Cathar, looked out, quickly hitting the comms. "Seems real quiet. But we're ready when the time comes."

 

[KN-967]

Location: Empress Teta, Cinnegar West Bank
Allies: TK-818 | Monos | Salvor Thul | Arminius Kroeger | Thomas Barran
Enemies: Ashley Nevermore | Gress D'ran | Lycus Merita
Interacting: Jon Hojkstra
Theme: [x]

The emergence of a friendly agent from the building Bravo and High Light were planning on using for cover was unexpected, the grim figure dripped with menace and violent purpose. His posture was that of tensed iron, coiled and ready to spring at any instant. One of the grunts grumbled something about ISB over the team comms, but Kane ignored them, gesturing with her bracing hand for them to continue as ordered.

“Fire Team Besh.” KN-967 responded, checking his IFF tags on her HUD before lowering her rifle from pointing at his guts. “You can call me Kane.” She grunted at the newcomer, twisting to turn her eyes back towards the eastern bank across the bridge, scanning for signs of the enemy. One of the troopers chuckled quietly,

“We call her Hater,” while making the signs for H8-R. The Corporal glared at the comm-channel of the trooper who spoke, considering how to reprimand him for an instant, then let it slide. At least they were not fully alone and ISB had not abandoned the place completely.

The sounds of battle and skirmishes, the early stages of an all-out war could be heard up and down the river banks, staccato bursts of weapons fire and dull thunder of landing artillery strikes. The inexorable cacophony of Imperial Walkers stomping through the streets, resounding throughout the city like the Gjallarhorn of ancient myth, leaving unfathomable destruction in their wake. Her ears caught the whistling sound of the wind being sliced by a fast moving munition an instant before the artillery shell struck, clipping the corner of the building before slamming into the pavement and detonating in a shower of shrapnel and debris. Hot metal and asphalt zipped through, the shockwave throwing KN-967 and most of her team to the ground.

Her ears still ringing from the explosion as her body forced itself off the ground, she heard the squeal of blaster fire nearby. Red bolts of energy passed overhead and slammed into duracrete from the far end of the bridge as the Alliance troopers began engaging following the artillery strike. Luckily, no one was too badly hurt it seemed. “Bravo, return fire.” She growled, bringing her ARC up and snapping off rounds in the direction of the enemy. Bravo braced his megablaster and squeezed the trigger, filling the crossing with a torrent of rapid fire bolts. “Besh, advance!.” Kane roared, scrambling to grab Jon Hojkstra off the ground.

Then the rest of the enemy battery's shells began raining down.

 

[Casteel Mer'taal]

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

"Twenty-four meters?" Casteel's dark brow arched in Makai's direction, a subtle hint of amusement dancing in his eyes at the mention of the length of Makai's starship. "Need to ensure you have plenty of space there, do you, Makky?" His tone carried a dry wit, a rare flicker of a grin briefly illuminating his typically stoic expression, giving a glimpse of the underlying amusement the Anaxai businessman harbored.

"Ivarone's. Not far. I know a shortcut." Casteel's words held a sense of urgency, a hint of determination laced within them. "Step lively, unless you prefer that I carry you like the princess you are." his retort was laced with playful sarcasm, a sign that even in the face of danger, he found solace in humor.

As they hurried along, navigating through the bustling streets with careful precision, another tremor jolted them, prompting Casteel to maintain their balance. Amidst the chaos, he couldn't resist a teasing, but annoyed jab. "Of all things, why didn't you just get the ring made before you asked for her hand?"

The question lingered in the air, tinged with a hint of reproach. Casteel's irritation was palpable; Makai's lack of preparedness struck a nerve with the refined businessman.

 

[Adeline Noctua]

Equipment | In Bio

Location | Alpha Kresh Niner (Objective II)

Tag | Phineas Kand

The engines flickered, no matter what the onboard engineers tried they just seemed to not work. Power in the ship was starting to fade as well, soon the crew would need to switch to emergency reserves in order to keep the critical life support systems going.

Within sections of the ship, bats flew in a wild frenzy as the once sterile looking halls became tainted by some sort of black ink.

It was her goal all along, not only did she get the ship to jump right into the chaos... But the prey came ever closer. At a distance for now, this sensation- this flicker of light.... They had been forced into entering her field, onto her playing grounds.

The already breaking hull had an open port just for the Jedi, the welcome mat placed out to welcome this little lamplight into the darkest depths of the void itself.

And as he drew closer, it would be hard to not feel her pull.

Forward into the darkness, sinking into the unknowable.

Upon docking, the lights would flicker as it was made clear to the Jedi how little power was left. Up upon the rafters they would be a handful of bat-like creatures, watching both the newest arrival along with their siblings who fed on bodies littered about the place.

A strange guttural growl growl can be heard around him as a few drained corpses stumbled up from the ground. Aggressive to him of course, yet this was not meant to be some sort of test.. No no, it was to toy with him.






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