Junction [GA/SO] Caldera Crisis — The Alliance Strikes Back | GA/SO Junction of Barkhesh and Kiffu

[Garza]

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Objective II: CONSUME EVERYTHING
Tags: Marcus Dinn | Corazona von Ascania | Festerruman Sachiel | Gress D'ran | Konrad Montrose | Amani Serys | Xeykard | Alexandra Feanor | Azazel Xaphan |

Drop pods fell from the sky. Holding many who would consider the "Undead" or even Sith and Elite troopers in which would be working with these Necro-beings in combat. Their fights against one another were a slew of individuals who vied for power in which they could never hold. Planets would turn, suns would set, and lives would end the natural way with, or without this power. The only thing that was constant in the universe, is its time in which always moved forward.

This time, was a power no one had control over. Resisting time, is all that could be done. The Eons had proven this with individuals who would live well past their expiration date. Yet, I, had not reached mine. I am not a Prime. I am the Primal. The first. The only. And it would be time once more that the Galaxy feared such reverence.

The loud machines operating and moving the Drop Pod so that I could be transported planet side. Within the pod, stood many beings who followed me as a God, their Deity, their King. Yet, in truth, I am a weapon, a monster, and the hand of the Empress. My booming voice ringed within all ears of the Faithful. My voice was their law. Their truth. And for that, they would be rewarded.

"O'children mine, Inform the Empress of landfall."

A chorus of voices faded away after confirming their actions. All of them fading with thoughts back to my mother. My one and only connection. For her, I would consume all of these Jedi, these false protectors of the galaxy. Let her will be done. Srina Talon will be in awe for me.

The sounds of engines firing up, and dropping out from the bottom of the vessel. The massive drop pod careening down to the planet much akin to the others. Only, on a much larger scale. The air screamed around it. Roaring fires of the atmosphere burned around, and left a trail entire kilometers long. The smoke left a trail from where it had been launched. Leading up to the heavens.

Slamming down into the planet, breaking sound upon the impact. The drop pod stayed closed for a moment. Hissing and finally the entire side of a drop pod the size of a ship broke open. Slamming onto the ground and crushing many of the Undead underneath. The foot falls that could form quakes echoed as I stepped out.

My tail pushing it aside. Letting the rest of it fall as I stood over the beginning of my destruction. Breathing in deeply, like all of the wind from the planet had been swallowed. Only to erupt into an eternal roar. Maw screaming to the skies above. Echoing only one thing.

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The King, has returned.​

 

[Amani Serys]

Marcus Dinn - Xeykard​

Marcus was trying to play with her emotions. She refused to let it work, "You know why," Amani gritted her teeth, reupping her stance as the apprentice was knocked away. The master still remained, but Amani was quickly outshining him in capability. Her natural talent as a Force user and her years of experience on the field had hardened Amani in a tactical and efficient fighter. There was a time in which she was a terrible duelist. She had long since accommodated. Her defensive style worked especially well against the often aggressive approach of the Sith. Though right now, she was attacking as much as she was defending. There was more at stake than just her life. She couldn't drag out the fight for the sake of extracting a flaw.

Amani attempted to redirect Silas' blade to the side, swinging around the end of her pike to clock him in the head. As she did, Marcus rejoined the fight with an overhead cleave. She kept her weapon in place, his plasma colliding with her songsteel haft. He challenged her purpose in being here, which made the Chief Healer angrier, "Yes." She said firmly, pushing back against his blade, and throwing out a kick to hit his exposed abdomen, "To these people right here, it makes a difference. That's what I'm fighting for. What about you?"

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Mercy

"What?"

At first, Cora was surprised that Mercy even cared about her prissy little remark. Then, she absorbed her response and the Jedi's features tensed into delicate disgust.

"What? You're daft if you think that every color can suit one person. I can assure you that I am more than aware of-"

But whatever point she was trying to make was moot. The Amazon hurled an insult at her lightsaber, ripped a chunk of earth right from the ground, then hurled that at her. Just as Cora's aggressive gesture had snapped Mercy from her own irritation, the jagged edge of the stone brought Cora's focus back to reality.

The Jedi moved, quick but slight - enough to avoid a caved skull, but the rock carved a bloody, stinging path along her cheek. Oddly enough, it was the same orientation and shape, just a bit thicker, than the one given to her by Darth Carnifex on her opposite cheek after narrowly missing a lethal blow from his spear of midnight black.

Cora hissed and reeled back, pressing her free hand to the fresh wound on her cheek. She pulled her hand away, seeing the fresh crimson lines that now spilled across her fingers.

Doesn't suit me that much, either.

"I'd expect as much from a brute with no taste."

Biting the inside of her cheek, Cora reigned in her irritation and channeled her energy into something more useful. Her palm thrust down and out, channeling the Force to kick up a spray of sand towards Mercy. With the cloud obscuring things between them, Cora worked a chunk of earth from the ground and telekinetically threw it at the giantess.

 

[Mercy]

Corazona von Ascania

She grinned at the cut she had made. Not quite as pretty as a caved in head, but decent enough. She was about to follow it up with a brilliant quip. Absolutely top of the line devastating remark. She had it all planned out.

Duck much?

But as she opened her mouth a wave of sand smashed into her face. It went everywhere. Her nostrils, her ears, her eyes, the aforementioned maw that had opened up with a perfect insult ready to go. She was coughing up a lung of desert as she growled. "That's it, you little karking harlo-" It was relatively easy to disconcern what Mercy had been about to say.

Sadly yet again she was shut up.

This time by a rock smashing right in her face.

She stumbled back and fell to the ground.

In any reasonable world this would have been the end to Mercy. Too arrogant by half, full of hubris and frankly a bit stupid. But if life was a game where you could distribute points to attributes? Then Mercy was someone who maxed out her physical skills and treated Wisdom and Intelligence as her duo dump skills.

Her body was contorting, shocking and it didn't take too long to realize... that Mercy was laughing. Her voice hoarse from the sand, the blood seeping down her face as she slowly got up to her feet again. Her face was a nightmare. All bloody red, teeth stained black, only her eyes remained the same irreverent amber color.

Mercy's tongue ran along her teeth and lips.

"Oh, I have plenty of taste, princess. Just wait until I get a bite out of you." And then her image blurred and sped-up as Mercy launched herself towards Corazona. Using enhanced strength to smash into the ground and cause a minor tectonic event around them to try and make the Jedi stumble, so Mercy's fist could connect with Cora's face.

 

[Marcus Dinn]

Objective II
Location: Streets of Mirial
Accompanied by: Silas Fogg, Sith Alchemist
Tags: Xeykard Amani Serys

Marcus reached Amani just in time to hear the crack of her pike against the side of Silas’ head. Disoriented, the alchemist staggered back.

Amani turned her attention to Marcus, blocking his blade and aiming a kick at his stomach. Her foot connected. The boy grimaced, but his hulking form was unmoved this time. He pushed forward, fueled by the pain, seeking to use his size and strength to overpower her.

“The joys of conquest,” he answered with a grin, hammering away at her. “While you perform the tedious chore of defending a village, I get the glory of taking a planet. This world will fall just like Empress Teta, Prakith, and Tython.”

Silas had been reduced to a feeble defense, but he was gearing up for something. Lightning crackled in the mud, arcing across the ground toward Amani.

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

LOCATION - Odacer - Faustin
TAG ALLIES - Jax Thio | Vera Noble | Aris Noble
TAG FOES - Darth Carnifex | Domina Prime

Spoiler: Personal effects

"Vanguard" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)

Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt

Starship: Spectre, HK-88 (NC-1000 X-wing (Jedi Variant) in the hangar, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)

Getting through the two rooms was too easy, too quiet, and too fast and that meant that Caltin was walking into an ambush. The walls were thick, even for a hyper-focused lightsaber to cut into and when the big man finally made his way in, it was clear that the stores of the virus were being moved, there were sections of the huge canister groupings moved out. Work was still out there and… the door was unlocking, time to work quickly.

Using the Force to summon an explosion of energy, the massive Jedi Master drew in as much Dark or Light as he could, then repelled it with just as much force into a destructive blast of Lightning. The move should and would reach out and into each store of virus, incinerating all that it touched. While the energy did not touch every canister, what the energy did touch,

effectively burned the chemical mutation in its own vessel to the point where when opened, all that would be left would be a useless cloud of nauseating gas.

There was more though.

The durasteel walls lining the vault was the worst enemy of lightning, as the electrical energy bounced off the walls, into and off of the canisters, the walls again and intensifying. Every decision, every action has a consequence, the consequence of Caltin’s decision of method to destroy what was left of this virus blasted him back through the hole he made in the wall and through into the next room hitting that wall. The big man did not have time to do anything by going limp so as not to injure himself worse than he would already. Slamming hard into the wall and falling to the floor, he sucked in a breath of air, planted his hands and slowly rose to his feet.

Padawan move, idiot.

The phrase is “Rookie move”.

Padawan is “Jedi” for “Rookie”.

When the big man made his way out of the room and into the thru-way, he saw the results of his actions out here. Troopers, Scientists, Acolytes, workers all strewn about on the ground and along the walls. Dents in the “non-duracrete” walls showing points of impact. There might have been a death, maybe two, but the majority of them looked to be knocked out. This was an unseen reward for his silly move because Vanagor was still as sore as Mustafar and catching his breath, but he was on the move. Now though, Caltin had another destination. No doubt this virus was being moved off site and moved in a hurry. That meant either a launch bay, or a motor-pool.

Not happening.

Taking a second to find an unfortunately deceased trooper’s wrist-comm and pulling it off of him served two purposes. One, he could keep one step ahead of anyone coming after him and the other was to hopefully pull up a map of the castle, or palace, or facility or whatever the Mustafar it is. Either way he had to move and move how.

 

[Schmetterling]

At a tremendous distance, the deafening roar resonating through the plains was picked on by a sleeping Schmetterling who was entirely oblivious to the erupting chaos in the near civilisation. Weight crushing trees like blades of grass as it rolled onto its side and stood. There was an intruder in their territory, his presence made loud and clear. A challenge delivered with the very frequency of the war cry. There was a lack of action for the oversized fluffy bug around these parts and he liked it that way, now for this adversary to rudely interrupt was something Schmetterling would not stand for.

The ground shook under its ginormous feet has it moved towards the direction of the call with determination. There was only one throne - and it was always Schmetterling's. As the bug close the distance, the lights of gunfire and flares from the violent skirmish ahead was mesmerising. There was an exponent level of force he felt ahead. It was hungry. But there were more important matters to take care of. As soon as the large figure of the giant lizard came into view, Schmetterling let out a hollow reverberating roar of its own.

Garza bring it on

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

LOCATION - Odacer - Faustin
TAG ALLIES - Jax Thio | Vera Noble | Aris Noble
TAG FOES - Darth Carnifex | Domina Prime

Spoiler: Personal effects

"Vanguard" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)

Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt

Starship: Spectre, HK-88 (NC-1000 X-wing (Jedi Variant) in the hangar, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)

His pace should be quickened… It wasn’t.

His aggression should be enhanced… It wasn’t.

Why?

Simple, the more aggressive Caltin Vanagor was, the more he gave away his position, both audibly and through the Force, it is one of the side-effects of his connection reboot(a story for another time for those who do not know about it).

So he walked, briskly, through the halls. He fell back on his natural instincts, checking corners, letting patrols pass and such until the big man found a group of six, maybe eight pushing several carts of virus canisters with the others providing armed escort. No doubt they were heading somewhere, might as well follow them from a distance. Around one of the corners, he ran into a singular guard to whom Caltin subdued quickly and put to sleep. Making his way around the corner, there was a fire team of two who did not know he was there as their backs were to him.

In order to prevent security from alerting further, they must be removed slowly, step by step, up behind the two. While putting the guard on the right in a "reverse headlock" (bad guy's face in his pit) and jamming the head of the guard on the left firmly into the wall, knocking her unconscious, he ran the other guard into the floor and knocked him unconscious as well.

He would be inwardly cursing his lack of efficiency if his emotions were enabled as this little escapade managed to lose the group he was tailing. Throwing caution to the wind, the big man went into a run. Luckily he was not that far behind but there was another problem. A very large “Juggernaut” saw him, smiled and made way to intercept. Looking the Sith’s way, Caltin exhaled, cracked his neck and…

SNAP-HISS

The behemoth laughed… as an Acolyte, no doubt his Apprentice joined the tension. “Not very ‘Jedi’ like. Where’s the begging? The desire to resolve this peacefully and all that garbage?”

Caltin just glared at him.

You sure you want to mock the Jedi who is about to mop the floor with you?

Sharing an “OOOO!” The Juggernaut unclipped his own weapon, as did the Acolyte before being ordered to stand down by his Master. “This will be fun… watch and learn… my apprentice.”

Not for you it won’t.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Mercy

Cora couldn't help the flicker of satisfaction in her chest as her projectile smashed into Mercy's face. She couldn't see through the sandy cloud, but the blunt slapping sound was telling enough.

Then, the dust settled. Fresh crimson streamed down the Amazonian Sith's face, highlighting her manic smile and sulfuric eyes.

The Jedi barely had time to react to Mercy's vulgar taunt as her opponent streaked towards her. The earth shattered beneath Mercy's fist, which had the intended effect of causing Cora to stumble. Instead of attempting to dodge what she could not, she called on the Force to shield her.

It worked. Barely.

Mercy's fist smashed clean through the slapdash barrier and directly into Cora's face. Her hand bad been slowed enough to avoid a lethal blow, but they could both hear and feel the crunch of cartilage.

As Mercy's fist connected, Cora's free hand reached out to grasp a muscular shoulder. The other, clasped around the hilt of her lightsaber, brought the blade down to dig into the side of Mercy's neck - but with her vision spinning, it might've been aimed at the tendon between her neck and shoulder, or her shoulder itself.

"You vile creature," she wheezed, inadvertently spitting blood and a tooth into Mercy's face. “You’ll be paying for my veneers!”

 

[Vulpesen]

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Obj: 3: Odacer-Faustin | Teach some lessons
Loadout: Battlefield
Tags: Ianswiën Darth Immortuos
Allies: GA
Enemies: Sith

Vulpesen recoiled as he watched the dribbling black grin of the sith lord, his face twisting behind his mask into a look of utter disgust. "Lesson one kid, that's why you don't do darkside. Bad for your complexion." Even as he spoke however, Vulpesen could feel the currents of the force, receding back into the darth like the tide before a great tsunami. He knew what was coming next and swiftly, he extended a hand towards his grandson. "Brace!" he commanded as he formed his own telekinetic shield, creating a small buffer around the younger Torrevaso before the massive wave of power could hit. For his own part, Vulpesen could hear his ears pop as the air around him was pushed away, momentarily dropping the pressure around him. But still, the Valde remained unmoved, the runes of his varos cloak glowing brightly as they absorbed the power of the force issued out from Immmortuos' attack.

"Lesson two, theres a difference between being uncontrollable and lacking self control." With a small whirring sound, the lower half of his mask dropped to reveal a fanged mouth which opened in dark sider's direction. But rather than another warning or quip, Vulpesen simply released a massive "HOOOWWWLLL!" The sound, deafeningly loud to anyone in its path also carried with it the weight of Vulpesen's own telekinetic might in a direct line, contrasting against the the dark one's own indiscriminate blast. While the Valde might have been known to focused on finesse, launching daggers with lethal accuracy, it took no small amount of power for him to succeed in delivering a sonic crack every time.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Odacer-Faustin, Old Sith Academy, Sith Laboratory

The engineering of the Zuguruk Caste of the Sith saw the greatest buildings and monuments of the Sith Order erected. Deep within the very stone the blood of those spent to construct it, even their very bodies were pounded into it. The darkness itself flowed through the bedrock, nesting deep into the foundations of structures saturated with the dark side of the force. These were halls that knew only pain and hatred. Once great bastions of learning that separated the strong from the weak and turned the galactic youth into sadistic butchers. Long had it been since they served their true purpose and yet many regimes over thousands upon thousands of years used the very same halls erected so long ago for their needs, paying homage to the dark history within and adding new pages. As the pounding toil of war descended over the structure tremors reached through the stone, but the Sith were a warlike species. They built marvels to last even their innate desire for blood and slaughter. It would hold as it always has, and every life spilt would add to the toiling of ages. ​

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It was twisted into a laboratory designed to subvert life itself and pull back the pages of fate itself. Its vile purpose was enough to churn the stomach, a living engine of cruelty. Deep within the dark side was utilized to bring the dead back to life, in a twisted perverted form of un-life. Fire might've burned within empty eye sockets and bodies may have started to move once more, but these were mere husks of the beautiful lives they once lived. They were the living dead, and they knew only hunger. Deep within the halls of the temple the viral strains were experimented on, refined and expanded by scientists and sorcerers who left their humanity at the door. This special group in particular were driven forward by the scrutinizing gaze of the Deathless Lord, their Elysian Grandeval Mortarch whose expertise lay in the realms of death. Together with his nephew they steered this horde of death forward to drown entire worlds in a tide of death, of gnashing teeth and vicious claw.​

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Deep within the hallowed halls of learning forces of the Blackblade Guard came at his beckoning, spurred forward from their summons on that blasphemous world by their Lord of Bones. Deep within they reinforced pockets of the Kainate Legion at key junctions. Every single position was visible within the HUD of his helm. It was a marvelous creation of bleeding edge technology during the height of Sith supremacy. A battle raiment designed to bring the war table to the battlefield, to allow the Dark Lord of the Sith to coordinate a grand war with every tool at his disposal. All of it was interconnected and deep within these halls, in a large sparring chamber, he stood flanked by two black armored figures of the Imperial Crownguard. These silent guardians stood so still they resembled little more than statues, gripping their concussion lances tightly. A small escort of Moridinae Golems stood in the four corners of the chamber. These blasphemous creations were summoned at the whim of the Destroyer of Mandalore, the profane mind responsible for the shattering of a world and the breaking of a strong, proud people, the architect of their genocide.​

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The only sound permeating the room came from the inner workings of his armors systems. They silently hummed and hissed while he stood motionless. A great skull helm crowned his head and from deep within he tracked the progress of the invaders, the casualties and the points of conflict. The Sith Battlenet flowed with valuable data and he tracked it, analyzing the minutiae. For now he made minute adjustments. War was a game played by the greatest strategists, a valuable test of minds to see which was greater. To this end even the smallest adjustment could spell victory or defeat. As the Jedi and Mandalorian led forces moved, he counter moved. Sith were given new orders, soldiers and war droids pulled from one sector to another. It was a careful dance to protect the valuable labs. The Dark Lord of the Sith waited shrouded in a storm of darkness, silently drawing the storm of emotions to him like a busy river to a dam. Somewhere nearby he could feel the presence of his nephew and their dark dyad surged in response of their conjoined presence.​

Mognoskhâskûtjontû Battle Plate
Daesumnor

Valery Noble | Jenn Kryze | Darth Carnifex (Dark Dyad Tag)​

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

LOCATION - Odacer - Faustin
TAG ALLIES - Jax Thio | Vera Noble | Aris Noble
TAG FOES - Darth Carnifex | Domina Prime

Spoiler: Personal effects

"Vanguard" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)

Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt

Starship: Spectre, HK-88 (NC-1000 X-wing (Jedi Variant) in the hangar, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)

Nothing left to be said, at least by him, the Sith Juggernaut and his Apprentice were chattering almost as two blathering Porgils. Either they were as arrogant as most ignorant Sith are, just plain stupid, or did not know who they were engaging.

It did not matter.

Feigning a lunge, Caltin stopped short and extended a hand to try and “stop” his opponent for one last comment.

Last chance.

This only served to enrage the Sith Lord who utilized the strength in his legs and went to attack from above. This also brought the monster’s Apprentice into a “ready” position, as Caltin eyed him and just shook his head.

So be it.


The next several minutes were a dark blur of unmitigated destruction and overall anarchy. The three were battling at speed through the Force in a manner that only those attune, attentive, and paying attention would be able to see it. Most others in the area would only see blurs, debris, and dust. This pace could not, and would not hold up long and once the dust settled, one would see just how cataclysmic this little event was. Eyewitnesses could bear no true visual account of what happened, only wisps and peeps of punches, kicks, and blurbs of lightsabers. Ultimately once the dust started to settle and visibility began to clear, the hallways were bereft of normalcy.

Normally lined with orderly perfection, the status quo was replaced with gaping holes in the walls, rubble on the floor and strewn bodies of troopers lying about, some were dead, some were not. The dark apprentice, a young Twi’Lek, so eager to make his Master proud and ambitious to one day overtake him lie dead as well, the Juggernaut’s lightsaber driven into the Acolyte’s throat, blade still humming. Caltin was not without physical wear from this, his clothes shredded down to what was left of his pants and half a shirt, breathing like it was the first time in days, the big man surveyed the scene. Even someone currently incapable of experiencing even the slightest emotion could see the pointless nature of it all. This served absolutely nothing. Which is why he was standing over the Juggernaut, who was almost completely incapacitated, but very much alive (and alert).

“Just kill me, Jedi… if that is even what you are. Take my place among the Sith and the Dark Lord Carnifex.”

Looking down on his fallen foe, with a visual measure of disdain he was not capable of experiencing, Caltin switched his weapon to a reverse grip. With a look that could only be described as… well… the feeling a parent would have when finally getting their hands (and the upper hand) on their child’s attacker growled and lunged forward bringing “Conservator” down at the Juggernauts head.

There was more though.

Caltin deactivated the weapon mid-motion at just the right time, the blade sheathed and ultimately the hilt gave the juggernaut an Acklay egg sized welt on his forehead. He was groggy and losing consciousness quickly, but would hear the final words.

I could have killed you or any of those others, any time I wanted to. You killed them, and your apprentice all on your own incompetence… and now you get to live with that.

Standing erect, Caltin gathered himself and checked his pockets. His prize is still there. Time to find that virus. Sheathing his lightsaber back over his back, the big man jumped into a run and somehow, some way, he found it, the… well.. a launch bay. The time for stealth was over as a ship was already leaving the safety of the facility and floating to the outside in order to move to sub-light. Nothing he could do about that, but he watched the palates loaded into the second. This definitely had a large strain of virus in it.

Remember those grenades he grabbed in the armory?

The “prize” he checked a few moments ago?

“Two and Two together…”

No need for stealth, they needed to be sent into a panic as he stepped out into the open, Caltin also needed a clear line of sight. Pulling the pin, winding up, the big man slung the grenade at the open loading ramp like a four seam fastball.

A what?

Nothing. Awareness ruled his actions, as Vanagor used the Force to “push” the grenade even faster to gain more distance. Ultimately the explosive rolled up and into the ship as the ramp was closing up. It was too late, the incendiary device was deep inside the shuttle and it was closed up, all that could be heard was the “thud” of concussive blast. As many of the occupants of the castle were running around in a panic, Caltin ran to the edge of the launch bay to try to reach out the departing shuttle.

Too far away.

Now there was the problem his actions caused.

They knew he was here, and he was all but cornered. It was either fight, or jump.

 

[Braze]

TAGS: ​

Thaelius Ailmar Dawnstone

Gear

Mask | Knife | Gauntlets | Boots | Ring | Fang | Charms x3 | Training lightsaber | Resurgence | Corsage | Calypso | Sentry | Requiem | Echo | Amulate | G.O.O | Survival Kit

The Galactic Alliance battle group has ambushed the Sith fleet over Omicron in an attempt to stop their advance into the Tingel Arm. GA ships have been tasked to neutralize enemy ships carrying undead, and both soldiers and Jedi are sent after the main Sith fleet in an attempt to board and capture useful information about the greater Sith plans for the region.

But be aware — the Sith forces, even when ambushed, are not easy to overcome. With their goal to push into the Tingel Arm, they will defend their assets until their dying breaths.

Braze caught wind of the Alliance's aggressive countermeasures against the Sith and seized the opportunity to test his latest toy—a cutting-edge stealth fighter. Eager for action, he enlisted the help of a new ally, Ailmar Dawnstone, to join him on this audacious mission.

Before dropping out of hyperspace near the Sith fleet, Braze's voice crackled with anticipation over the comms, "Ail you ready to give these Sithies a surprise they won't forget? Let's see how they like their little space soirée turned in to a Gate Crashing Party." He jested, poking fun at the Sith's notorious lack of hospitality.

Moments later, their small fighter exited hyperspace, immediately activating its array of defensive measures. The craft's Sensor Jammers and Targeting Jammers, sprang to life, alongside the sophisticated 220-SIG Tactical Sensor Jamming Device, and Full-spectrum Distortion Projector (FSDP), this electronic veil rendered his approach virtually undetectable to most if not all sensors.

With a skilled maneuver, Braze guided the fighter into a barrel roll, artfully navigating beneath the vast silhouette of the Vicator. The small craft executed a flawless descent, slowing to a near halt as it slipped under the ship's belly. There, Braze activated the fighter's Magnetizable Landing Gear attempting to securely attach to their vessel to the undercarriage of the Sith ship.

This bold infiltration maneuver positioned Braze at the heart of the conflict, ready to undertake this mission.

 

[Ailmar Dawnstone]

OBJECTIVE: Ambush!

TAGS: Braze + Thaelius

You've got to be kidding me.

This was supposed to be a pitched battle, nothing more than shooting fish in a barrel. And that's exactly what Ailmar and crew had planned for, what they had hoped for. But no, they were stuck in the middle of this fight without a lick of support going up against a Sith battle cruiser. If that didn't put a lump in their throats, nothing would. While the ground pounders raged on in their own conflict, the void above had remained largely silent for a time as well, barely anyone was there it seemed. Ailmar and the spirt had hidden themselves well, ready to jump out at the notoriously weak aft of Sith designs.

But they were unsupported. How were they supposed to stand up to a battle cruiser with Fleet escort? They weren't, what chance did they have against all of those guns?

And so the spirt waited in silence, engines dead until the GA finally decided to engage.

"Captain, Singular Jedi starfighter dropping out of hyperspace in thirty seconds." The first words uttered among the bridge crew, most holding their breath as they stared at the hulking battle cruiser beyond. The middle aged Sephi, one who had been with the AE since the start, tracked the Jedi starfighter coming out of hyperspace only to completely disappear off radar and out of visual sight, which was only maintained through the HUD system for a split second. "Woah, whoever that fighter is Captain they just dropped off radar! I think they're headed for the battlecruiser!"

Ailmar stood over the bridge watching as the Jedi ship disappeared from view, and that only meant one thing.

It was Braze.

"That was you Braze? Glad to see you could join the party kid, we'll make some noise for you to get in deep." Ailmar spoke over the net as he turned to face the helmsman. He cut off his feed to Braze before giving his helmsman a nod. "Full speed around the flank. Start making hyperspace calculations from the Siths location."

"Aye. captain!" The helmsman pushed the large escort frigate to her max speed, coming out of it's hiding place with the advantage of the local star concealing it's position. Ailmar began to send to call throughout the ship, calling every soul aboard who ever already at general quarters to make targeting calculations. Security forces were put on high alert alongside them and readied for an... Interesting plan heading fourth.

 

[Amani Serys]

Marcus Dinn - Xeykard​

Marcus was sturdy, and unmoved by Amani's melee attack. He pushed her back, her feet skidding across the dirt as she lost ground. Her block remained unbroken, "And you think it'll be because of what you did here? That your little power trip over this village is anything more than a footnote in the histories of better Sith?"

The crackle of electricity stole Amani's attention. Locked in a bind with Marcus, she couldn't do much to avoid Silas' lightning. She grit her teeth and bore the brunt of it, launched away from her opponent as the attack coursed through her nerves. It wasn't the first time she'd been hit by that, but it didn't make it any less unpleasant. She was able to roll into a crouched stance, limbs still jittery from the shock. With a deep breath, Amani forced herself back on two feet, and raised a hand toward Marcus. Unless he could resist, he would feel an intense and sudden sickness. Waves of nausea and dizziness squeezing his organs: Malacia.

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

WEARING: xxx
WEAPONS: Ferrum Solus | Blodmåne | Strømafbryder
ALLIES: Azelle Narzisce
ENEMIES: Jonyna Si | Taam Moghul

“I did not almost die by your hand. You leaped and I caught you mid air and tossed you around like a rag doll. You can insist on whatever narrative you want as far as you get one fact correct.”

His eyes narrowed.

“The only reason you are not dead is because I found you useful.”

It was not the only reason, but if the assassin insisted on talking to the wolf as though he was beneath her, Gerwald would not give her the satisfaction of knowing the potential he actually saw. At least she went along with his directive to take to the shadows. It did not matter much that those coming suspected a trap. They should have. That is why this was a game.

The maze of ruins would not be navigated easily, even with the force. There was no central point to lock onto in order to find what they were looking for. Rather, they would find only what they were allowed to find, and what Empyrean wished for them to leave with.

He could smell their feline nature. The wolf beneath his skin growled inside of him. As they passed into the opening, Gerwald used the force to close the entrance, trapping all of them in the dark. This was the predator’s domain, and today, Gerwald was the hunter.

“Wanted to see where it was made?”

Gerwald chuckled as he remained hidden from view.

“I do not think you are going to find what you think you came here for.”

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

As Azazel started to speak, what he found wasn't a calm and collected Jedi, instead he would watch as Alexandra's shoulder seemed to shift, almost similar to it popping out of socket. Infact, just as that thought would come, her other joints sounded and looked the same, her form starting to resemble a more animalistic appearance. Even her eyes seemed to change a little, her red hair seeming to stand a bit on edge and as she settled into a lower stance he would notice a tail behind her. Her hand gripped tightly, pulling the spear back, already ready to bring it forward to impale the man rather than talk to him.

She looked like anything except for a Jedi as she stood there, her glare dark and yet almost seemed to be disconnected as she stared right through him rather than at him.

Either way when his hand rose and the flames spit out, he would watch her disappear from sight, consumed by the flames he shot out, and when he charged forward through his flames he would slam into the wall with nothing there infront of him. The only thing he would hear would be in his own head.

A simple sentence.

"I married Mandalorians."

Before he could know what that meant, she would launch out of the ground from under him, having phased down into the room below them, moving up words and aiming the strike at his leg. For him, he was stuck in the cage that was this room, for her, she was able to move freely as if the walls were not even there, and now when he looked at her, she moved more like an animal than a person, similarly pushing off the ground as her legs bent inhumanly while she crouched down onto her legs and arm, only one of her hands holding the spear.

Azazel Xaphan

 

[Jonyna Si]

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Wearing: Jonyna's Combat Attire
Weapons: See Signature
Allies: Taam Moghul
Enemies: Azelle Narzisce
Engaging: Gerwald Lechner

“Wanted to see where it was made?”

Gerwald chuckled as he remained hidden from view.

“I do not think you are going to find what you think you came here for.”

The maze wasn't a maze to her. She could sense it. Every bit of airflow. The cathar was a hunter just as much as this wolf was. She didn't need to see him, even if her feline eyes could adjust to the dark. She could sense him not through sight, but through touch. The touch of the air. Her senses extended through it, every little breeze that flowed through the winding maze.

Suddenly, the wind began to whisper. To sing. Jonyna knew what was coming. Her hand steadily held Liz's hilt, as did her tail on Claire. She threw her voice, making it sound as if was coming from.. everywhere...

"I don't think you're going to either. The Reaper is elsewhere today, Wolf. Why don't you come out the shadows and play with the your food a bit? Or are you too scared of a little puddy cat?~"

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: Odacer - Faustin
Equipment: Travelling Robes, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Third Lightsaber, Promise Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Domina Prime (ally), Caltin Vanagor (ally)

Though Jax's outward expression remained calm, he had to fight every fiber of his being to not break down in tears when Caltin said that he was proud of him. All those years of worrying that Caltin was ashamed of Jax after he gave in to the Dark Side only to hear the opposite. It warmed Jax's heart and for a moment, Jax felt he had wings. But he had to maintain discipline, Jax needed hold off this monstrosity while Caltin went to fight Darth Carnifex . While Jax wished he went with his ancestor, he did promise to hold her off.

"Frack holding her off," Jax thought. "I'm going to win."


The woman attempted to throw Jax off balance by attempting to invade his personal space, Jax immediately backflipped trying to create distance from her. However, she unleashed a flurry of claw attacks aiming at his head, torso, and legs. Immersing himself in the Force, Jax sidestepped being just fast enough to keep out of her range.

The Jedi Master then attempted to counter with a slash to her exposed back before dodging yet again. However, the woman unleashed a flurry of tail attacks attempting to whip Jax. Jax attempted to jump out of the way yet one of the attacks sliced him across the shoulder. Jax gave out a cry of pain as blood seeped out from a now gaping wound. "Damn," Jax muttered before summoning a large sphere of Force energy. "Take this!" Jax yelled unleashing a massive Force sphere towards the woman.

 

[Vera Noble]

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Tag: Aris Noble Darth Carnifex

Vera stopped walking, closed her eyes and furrowed her brows, "They know we're here," she said calmly. Her eyes opened to look at her brother first, then shifted around to piece together their surroundings. It was likely that the enemy knew they were coming, but she assumed they didn't have an exact location. Otherwise, they would have already encountered trouble. No, they were merely preparing for the Jedi to arrive.

Which meant they needed to thwart expectations.

"They're going to raise their defenses where it matters. Maybe we can get inside somewhere they're not paying attention? Seszil and the Golem can help us get through resistance." One way or another, they'd have to reach the experiments and research in order to destroy it. But the longer they could delay running into guards, the better.

Once the clash began, there was no stopping anymore.