Junction [GA/SO] Unhallowed Front | GA/SO Junction of Yvara & Epica

[Vazz]

For a brief moment, the beheaded zombie screamed.

Not a howl of the undead, but a pure, innocent scream. Illusion and trickery were as ever the Defel's weapons. He'd been watching for a little while now, hiding in the crowds of undead as he learned. Knowledge was the most important tool for an assassin to have on their targets. Jedi were too vastly different for him to just approach blindly.

But he'd seen it. She was flashy and vastly effective, all while making sure to help the civilians around her. They'd be an effective tool against her, but he couldn't just rush in. Not yet. Instead he turned the undead she was about to immolate into the very people she was trying to protect. It was a flash, a trick of the eyes, but that was the point. The body she sent up in flames didn't look like a bloated corpse, but a healthy woman, and one she had just saved a moment prior.

Subtle was the best weapon against a Jedi. Lead her to doubt herself, and she would find her gave soon enough.

Jonyna Si

 

[Lily Rhodes]

“Hurry up!”

“Faster.”

“Keep going, all the way up.”

Lily spun on her heel firing a few blaster bolts into the horde toppling enough to slow them down as they clambered up the stairwell, the confined space, making it harder for them to climb over each other. The two kids she’d swept up on her way through stumbled on the stairs, scrambling at some points on all four to get to the rooftop.

They burst through the fire exit, Lily close behind them, slamming the door shut, scanning around for something to jam it with. “Grab me that pipe!” The boy snatched it up as Lily slammed her shoulder against the door as the first zombies hit it, trying to get through. He jammed it through the handle and empty locking bar, granting Lily a moment of relief.

“We’re trapped.” The girl sobbed, she was no more than eight years old, clinging to her brother's sleeve, he was a year or two older at most and put a reassuring arm around her. Lily moved to the edge of the roof looking down. The streets were a moving mass of undead, swallowing up anyone and everyone in their path.

In the distance, she could see blaster fire, blue and red clashing together.

“Ok,” she said, coming back to them, crouching down as the hoarder slammed over and over again into the door, the pipe beginning to buckle. “Listen to me, we have to go towards the fighting, The Alliance, they’ll have a base, somewhere they’ll be working out of to help defend the city and get people out. We just have to get there.”

She pulled both of them to the roof's edge and pointed “We just have to make our way over from up here. Which means we gotta do a lot of jumping and running…”She looked at the boy, “think you can do that?” He eyed the gap nervously but nodded. “Just, don’t look down and don’t hesitate. Trust in yourself, and the force and you can make it, I promise.”

She smiled at the girl, brushing her tears away. “You get to ride with me, okay?” She turned, allowing her to climb onto her back. Her eyes flicked to the door as rotten hands began to reach through the gap. “Ok,” seizing the boy's shoulder she pulled him back, to get a run up. “Ready? Go!”

They ran forward and leapt, clearing the first gap with ease. “Good! That's it! Keep going.” His head twisted as if seeking to look back. “Don’t! Eyes forward, focus on what's ahead not behind.”

She reached out in the force, stretching her mind across the city as far as she could, reaching to any jedi or soldier that would hear her.

Help us.

Please.

 

[BB-610]

YAVIN IV

| LOCATION: Yavin IV |
| TAG: Loomi |


Even with all of his years of experience, through all the troublesome circumstances the astromech had found himself in, never had BB-610 been up against zombies. He'd known very little of them, having only truly informed himself of their existence through trashy holo-films he'd occasionally catch the kids watching without adult supervision. Things very seldom worked out well for the world upon an outbreak of that caliber, so to say that BB-610 was nervous was an understatement.

As he stood beside Loomi in one of Yavin IV's defensive settlements, he kept every photoreceptor peeled, eyeing several different directions while he jittered in fear. The undead craved flesh, of which he thankfully lacked, but the very real possibility of a loved one getting infected loomed heavy over his head. Even with the head start they'd gotten with anticipating the Sith's arrival, BB-610 couldn't perform to the best of his abilities; he'd have caked the area in gasoline and ignited it the second the zombies shambled towards them, but Yavin IV's dense forests certainly wouldn't have approved.

That being said, he'd used his cables to rig up some traps, with nets scattered across the ground, waiting to snatch a clueless victim up.

BB-610's central optic narrowed, vision enhanced to better scan the moon, and with just their luck, he'd spotted an animated cadaver inching closer towards them, seemingly on his lonesome. Bweeping frantically to get Loomi's attention, he told her that there was one East. The zombie's eyes were milky white, flesh littered with fungus and decay, and in one of his hands lay a blaster, dragged limply across the ground as though the undead's fingers struggled to maintain a grip.

As it walked closer still, BB-610 tried his best to keep his composure. Disgusting a sight as it were, it wasn't as though the zombie could do anything as it unknowingly staggered closer to their trap.

It was then that its arm twitched, a hazy attempt in raising it, as the undead slowly outstretched the limb and aimed its blaster. Hurriedly, BB-610 rammed his chassis into Loomi, shoving her to the right as a shot collided with the wall behind her, inches away from where her head had been. The droid's composure had officially collapsed, his optic widening in unfiltered panic.

He bweeped in alarm, exclaiming that the zombies still knew how to shoot, his chassis utterly trembling as the zombie prepared another shot.

 

[Annika Starfire]

Location: Yavin IV
Objective: Lead assault on temple
Tags: Nir Si
Gear: in bio

Wearing: this but with her hat

"Soul sister?" she asked just as he pulled a heavy blaster from nowhere, luckily the sudden weight from the rifle must have thrown off his aim as he blasted apart a zombie next to her, but Annika had enough time to react before she herself was peppered with heavy caliber blaster bolts. Using the force she lept up, seeking to land next to him, out of arc of his Canon, seeking to bring her saber around in an arc that at the very least would silence the weapon, and if he didn't react, remove his gun arm. "I didn't think Jedi used those." she laughed.

The zombies were continuing to advance but between the armed defenders and barrage the jedi was putting down range was keeping them from making too much ground. That might change if he was distracted by the young woman now within his reach. Annika's skills were improving quickly, in the Sith, you gained power or you gained death. Annika was still alive.

​

 

[Nir Si]

Objective: Fight the Sorceress
Tag: Annika Starfire
Gear: In Bio​

He watched as his opponent flipped through the air, keeping his focus on the zombies, before she landed next to him. Alright, this was now a problem. In a flash of light, the blaster cannon was gone, and in it's place in one hand, a sword, that seemed to immediately cause the Zombies to retreat from approaching him, and from it's tiger-head-shaped pommel, a telekinetic blast fired off at the sith acolyte, hoping to push her back while a blaster appeared in a flash in his other hand, the boy spinning that around to fire at the sith with yet another torrent of bolts. "You'll find us Cathar are never really for the traditional outlook." He quipped, his voice soft and smooth. He hoped that if he could deal with the girl, he could then keep up with the zombie hunting...

Worst case scenario, he calls in fire support...

 

[Liram Angellus]

IF YOU AREN’T ACTIVELY STANDING UP FOR WHAT IS RIGHT, YOU ARE PART OF THE PROBLEM.​

Spoiler: CARRIER

LEAD SHIP NAME: CELESTIAL CITY
SHIP CLASS: SUPER CARRIER
EQUIPPED: 25x L4Vele Series Deployable Defense turrets.
Amenediel Shuttle Mk II

Spoiler: FIGHTER COMPLIMENT

FIGHTER COMPLIMENT:
103rd Tactical Starfighter Wing "Angel of Death Squadron"

LONG-RANGE INTERCEPTION
[*]Super Archangel class Multi-Role Fighter/Interceptor (10 Squadrons)

STEALTH/RECON FIGHTER
[*]Elysian class Strike fighter (10 Squadrons)

181st Tactical Starfighter Wing “Voodoo Wing”

MULTIPURPOSE SUPERIORITY FIGHTER
[*]NC-1000 X-Wing (10 Squadrons)
[*]Capital A-Wing (4 Squadrons)

BOMBERS W ESCORT
[*]"AMF" Y-wing Bomber (6 Squadrons)
[*]Sovereignty Class Heavy/Assault Fighter (5 Squadrons)

78th Support Air Division “Ares Wing”

SUPPORT/TRANSPORTS
[*]Cherub Gunship (2 Squadrons)
[*]Cherub Transport (2 Squadrons)

SPACIAL COMBAT AND RENDITION - SCARs use the Jackal Fighter for its balance of speed and maneuverability as well as its remote capabilities. This allows the elite pilot/operators to"bail" and operate in zero-G often a tactic in boarding capital ships.
SCAR WING
[*]Jackal Class Starfighter (1 Squadron)

Spoiler: ETHEREAL MARINES PER CARRIER

Seraphim Marines
Powered Armor
Cherub Troop Transport
Cherub Gunship
Saraquael Fighting Vehicles
A-2319 Tanks
"Haniel" Tank Mk II
"Gundark" Multi-Purpose Vehicle
Jackhammers
"Mauler" Class Mobile Command Center
18x Skycranes

For anyone that wants to read it, The Angellus family history to this point Is here.
Angellus "Ewan Isaacs - CAG/SCAR Teams CO"
[ANY COMMUNICATIONS INSIDE THESE BRACKETS
ARE THE RESULT OF COMMS COMMUNICATION]
SECTOR: Yavin
ORDERS: Defend the system
WINGMATES: @Gress D’ran | @Nir Si | @Vulpesen | @Zark San Tekka | @Thurion Heavenshield | @Loomi | @Jalen Kai'el | @Valery Noble | @Kahlil Noble | @Rollin Voss

ENGAGING:

Objective I - Yavin IV
(PvE/PvP)​

The Well Decks of “The Celestial City” were abuzz, busier than they had been in a long time, as were the launch bays. The entirety of the air group was “airborne” as the transports were bringing the Marines down to the planet. There were levels and levels and levels of ground support to assist Colonel @Gress D’ran and the Hell Stompers, from “Haniel” Tanks, to “Gundark” Multi-Purpose Vehicles to “Saraquel” Fighting vehicles to the “Mauler” Mobile Command Center.

That was just the ground.

The air was rich with bombers either in patterns away from the fighting waiting for clearance to make a run, as well as close ground support aircraft ready to shred enemy movements to pieces with concussion missiles, bombs or that rotary gun. Of course the air support was further there in the form of Jackal fighters, and X-wings… including…

HellStomper Command, this is Voodoo 1, You need backup, You got Marines coming in at your six, Callsign “Ethereal Actual”. You need help from above, just pop smoke where and it’ll be gone.

It felt good, no, GREAT to be back in the box. This was not a regular thing, and he knew that his station did not really afford this, but there was a reason why Liram wanted to be down here. Connel was family, and Caltin would kill him if he did not watch out, even if the kid didn’t need it.

His cockpit was ridiculously busy as Liram had a miniaturized version of his command table on the side and could command where he wanted fighters or ground units to go. Isaacs was running much of the air wing, but he may need to drop to the ground soon, and the fact that the ground units were under his command too, the Admiral had a lot to deal with, let alone being in constant contact with the carrier.

[“We got undead on the move!”]

[“I can’t get to’em!”]

[“We can!”] Razorback squadron went on an amazing attack run gunning down the undead with their rotary cannons. They were odd looking fighters, almost related to an X-wing, but the Sovereignty fighters were deadly in more ways than you could shake a lightsaber at.

[Going to ground.]

We’ll cover you. Angellus did not try to take direct control of the air wing, that was Isaacs’ job, but he did have a flight of three other X-wings with him as they went on an attack run meant to keep the undead back and redirected away from any chance of running into the SCARS who were going down to set explosives under one of the pyramids before taking off again.

Revenant Leader. This is Voodoo 1… want to join the fun?

 

[Vulpesen]

Obj: 1 Yavin IV
Location: Moving to Intercept Sith
Tags: Darth Carnifex Thurion Heavenshield Zark San Tekka Sarlow Zambrano Lina Djo
Equipment: : Varos Cloak and mask, Three Rhak Skuri Gas cannisters, Kits Yelp Bracer(With ten extra belts), his personal lightsaber, three EMP grenades, two frag grenades, Shadow Fox Amulet, VSF Fennec, Ravenwing Pack

Closing his eyes, Vulpesen focused on the swirling ocean of life and death below him, searching for a place where he might be needed. He could feelt he hoard of darkness, and rather than shrink away, he delved in. Further and further, his presence penetrated that evil miasma to find its source until finally, he could feel it. A congregation of malevolent souls, their power in the dark side enough to be a miniature nexus. He knew that feeling well, and he let out a growl, ready to track them down... then they disappeared.

"I've a heading," Vulpesen and Garlan said in unison before fixing each other with a twin smile.

"Good luck boss," the Colonel said with a salute before turning to his coms and relaying Gress D'ran 's message to his men.

"See you on the other side." Calling for the ramp to be open, Vulpesen ran and hurled himself out of the vixen, spreading the wings of his raven packs as he did so. He might not have known the Emperor's location exactly, but he did have his last known position and the benefit of a birds eye view. For his part, he wasn't being particularly quiet. Between the flashes of golden lightning that ribbed through the zombies on the ground, and the concussive howls that echoed through the woods while they blasted the corpses apart, Vulpesen was making himself out to be quite a spectacle. He wanted to be found.

 

[Jonyna Si]

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Objective: Slay the Horde
Tag: Vazz
OOC Music: Don't Fear the Reaper​

Instead he turned the undead she was about to immolate into the very people she was trying to protect. It was a flash, a trick of the eyes, but that was the point. The body she sent up in flames didn't look like a bloated corpse, but a healthy woman, and one she had just saved a moment prior.

​

It wasn't often Jonyna was taken aback. The sudden shift caused the Cathar to take a step back, even if it didn't stop her attack. Too late for that, she had commited before the illusion had even taken hold.

It was enough for a stray zombie to grab her arm, causing her to whip around and slash it in half. She couldn't be distracted, not now. Her owl swooped down, clawing at the zombie that had attacked her, while the tiger's ghostly eyes scanned the crowd. Something was off for the old jedi master, the ghost of a Shadow keeping her daughter safe...

 

[Sarlow Zambrano]

Yavin IV​

As hordes of the undead surged upon Yavin's surface, Sarlow Zambrano wasn't far behind. His father, Darth Carnifex, led the way while the Galactic Alliance and their Jedi mounted whatever defenses they could muster. The Wolf Prince stepped out of his father's shadow and came to stand beside him. He observed the ritual, witnessing the shambles of bones and grotesque creatures unleashed in wave after wave, creating a sea of rotten demise. These creatures had no minds of their own, only instincts.

Sarlow heard his father order the Valkyries to keep the grip of death upon the jungles that surrounded them. Silently, the Epicanthix stood as Lina spoke her incantation. His eyes narrowed on the path ahead, his lips curled upward. The jungle before them was dense, thick, and rife with the dead and the soon-to-be dead. Heavy boots thudded against the ground, his lightsaber cutting down swaths of vegetation and overgrowth. Careful with his swings, he looked in Lina's direction and then at his father.

The impending clash of blades lay before them, that much was certain. Sarlow concentrated on the Force, pulling it toward him. While he had little use for it in the way Lina or his mother did, he utilized it to ensure that every swing, every step, and every hit would be felt. What he lacked in speed, he made up for in the amount of damage he could cause. The trio's investigation into the pulling of fate brought them to the Jedi who had answered Yavin's futile pleas for help.

Allies: Darth Carnifex | Lina Djo
Enemies: Thurion Heavenshield | Vulpesen | Zark San Tekka ​

 

[Gress D'ran]

Tag: Vulpesen Liram Angellus
Objective: Defend the Temple
Engaging: PvE, open for warposting (DM me on Discord if you want in.)​

HellStomper Command, this is Voodoo 1, You need backup, You got Marines coming in at your six, Callsign “Ethereal Actual”. You need help from above, just pop smoke where and it’ll be gone.

"Good luck boss,"

"Negative Voodoo 1. We don't need men, we need logi. Get the Rocs in the air, we'll designate a-"

A thunderous bang rang through the area as a massive plasma bolt made impact, A massive walker coming over a far hill to the southeast. It took a Thundercat offline, but thanks to the Support Company, they would have it back up shortly.

"Fark, Voodoo we got an arty platform to our 7 O'clock. Reroute your marines, we're holding the line. We're gonna try and surppress the walker but the men can't move out from the trenches. Trident Actual, your QRF is the best bet to push in, support Ethereal and push in and take out the walker. Voodoo, do me a favor, I don't like that hill, get rid of it."

Thank god for the fact the Sphinx had sound dampening. He looked to his gunners, frowning. "Drip, aim the main gun at that bastard. We're gonna wipe that walker off the map before the marines can get in there."

"Yes sir!"

"Phones, yell Thunderhead 2 and 3 to adjust and cover the assualt force. We're gonna get more armor coming soon, by the sounds of it."

"Sir! We've got more coming in now! 3 O'clock!"

"Shit...Hold the line boys, here they come." He said, looking to the screen, hulking tanks coming from the northeast, shredding the jungle they came out of. "Griffin! Fire on those bastards with everything you have! Thunderhead 5 and 6, composite fire on those tanks! Panthac 3 and 4, blow those damn tanks to dust!" He grabbed his comms again. "Voodoo Actual, we need fire support. Enemy Armor incoming. We'll be designating a landing zone for logi drops, but we'll be calling in fire missions as required. 3 O'clock of the main temple, Coordinates will be sent shortly. Hit 'em with whatever you have Voodoo."

 

[Romin Renoux]

H O U S E • R E N O U X​

Objective:: Evacuation
Wearing: xxx
Weapons: White Bladed Lightsaber, vibroknife
Allies: The Sith Order
Enemies: Cybelle Elyance

Escape was not an option, or so it had been communicated. Romin had heard the broadcast this was to be a graveyard. The more that remained the larger the army of undead creatures grew. It was an unholy thing, and far more sorcery than what he knew as a Renoux. His father's house was one which built a grand war machine. They did not dabble in arts of alchemy and magic. Yes, he used the force, but as anything else, Romin saw it as a weapon to be mastered and used to cut down his enemies.

He had trained with Raze, his Justicar, the Prime of his house. Whatever designs his father had fell away with the rise of the Sith and their emergence on their historical worlds. It felt as though the young heir had trained and honed his skills for nothing. Ulysses, his father, had a different plan it seemed. Perhaps the Duke had known his son could not wait to seize control of the house, or maybe sending Romin to the Sith was a gesture of goodwill to seal an alliance of sorts. It mattered little as the noble found himself among strangers with everything to prove.

That meant stopping the evacuation effort.

He had little equipment to his name as whatever resources his father would have left to his disposal were with the Duke. A lightsaber, his armor, and a knife, were the only things he had, aside from the force. He did not need much else to kill as many of the evacuees as he could.

Part of him was troubled. This was genocide, pure and simple. The murder of so many was not something he was accustomed to. Yes, his house had been at war with two others for what seemed like millennia, but that was some how different. The deaths were justifiable from a certain point of view. It was part of war.

This was not war.

It was brutality.

The lesson was one which Ulysses wanted Romin to understand fully.

Romin had never been brutal, though the seed of it lay dormant in his blood. Renoux's were meant to be vicious, but too much of Romin's mother colored his decisions. Seeing what the Sith did, participating in it, would make the young man cold in a way that his father the Duke had become. Ulysses only softened for one, and even then he seemed unfeeling. The son, the heir, would become what he needed to by choice, or he would be shaped by the Sith.

Death was at hand.

The army pressed toward the evacuation site. The hoard overtook one already, and now they pushed further. Romin ran ahead. There was a makeshift shelter, something which the Jedi or the Alliance must have popped up quickly. It seemed like a refugee center or a triage unit.

It made the perfect target.

Igniting his blade, the young heir began to cut his way through the waiting crowds.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The Dark Lord's nostrils flared as He let out a short puff of breath, His lips curling back into a mocking sneer. "So," His breath was low and husky, "The Lion of Midvinter dare show his face once more, how I have been waiting for this moment." The instant Heavenshield had taken his first step onto the soft, humid dirt of Yavin IV, the Dark Lord immediately became aware of him. A deep throbbing pain lanced through the Dark Lord's gut, a phantom sensation from their last fateful duel. He let it wash through Him, energizing His limbs as He drank deep of those painful moments.

Like a fire in His belly, blood upon His lip. The pain and pleasure of birth, the melding of two minds into one. All emotion, all sensation, rushing back into Him like tsunami. It had dumbfounded Him then, but He'd had many years to acclimate, to test His power. Now He could finally put it to a challenge worth having. But the Lion would not be alone, the Jedi traveled in packs; drawn to one another in hours of need, and their power multiplied was not something to disregard.

"The Lion is near, but he will not be alone. There will be others." He spoke to Sarlow and Lina as they made their trek closer towards destiny. "Work in tandem, take them together. Isolate them if you can from one another, it will make it easier to kill them. The Lion will be the most dangerous, be wary of his blade." The Dark Lord stretched forth His hand, and the jungle bent aside at His will. They walked forward, and into a jungle clearing.

There he stood, white flame burning away the animated dead that strayed too close. They began to instinctively avoid the Lion, giving him a wide berth. But the Dark Lord walked straight ahead, until they were well within eyesight. Bright flame, green as emerald, danced from the Dark Lord's fingers. They swirled around, taking on shape and form until a scepter of twisted iron and yellowed bone remained.

"Hark, Thurion. Again we meet, though this battlefield less fantastical than our last." The Dark Lord hefted the scepter in both hands, holding it at a diagonal angle to His body. "You should have stayed on Midvinter, they might've had something of you to bury."

Thurion Heavenshield | Zark San Tekka | Vulpesen
Sarlow Zambrano | Lina Djo ​

 

[Naedira Darcrath]

Celanon​

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ALLIES: Gerwald Lechner | Solomon Telimus
ENEMIES: Briana Sal-Soren | Brandyn Sal-Soren | Lossa Darcuhl | Vizion Trozky | Rik Perris
LOCATION: Objective II - Celanon
EQUIPMENT: Ferrum Luna | Ulveand | Obsidian-type Strike Armor | KC-95 | Assassin Blade

Once more, into the breach. Once more, into the trenches.

Once more, into the unknown.​

Dark eyes were quiet while she surveyed the urban jungle and took stock of citizens who had once moved through their day-to-day activities in varying states of sin and depravity. Auburn hair cascaded over armored shoulders, stirring, in a faintly noxious wind. The terrified screams had already begun in earnest. They weren't the only set of Sith loyalists that had beset themselves on the cesspit of Celenon with a singular intent. Destruction.

There was a grand and overall purpose that such wanton madness served, she was certain, but it wasn't her duty to question the orders that had been passed down. Her duty was to execute a directive.

Nothing more. Nothing less.

Even though her body was rather new to this world, her spirit, was not. There was a seasoned warrior in her who recognized the scene of panic and pain far more intimately than she might have liked. There was a calmness within that shouldn't have existed, stranger still, because of the unnamed creature that always lay barely lucid around the base of her spine. She had in many ways traded one beast master for another. At least this one…This wolf—She recognized.

As Gerwald Lechner spoke words of caution and strategy her mind was already moving through the myriad possibilities of the impending conflict. She understood the gravity of their mission; that control of the spaceport was crucial. It provided a strategic advantage and held the symbolic value of victory in the eyes of their enemies. Failure was not an option…But the planet needn't be intact. The Sith Order could rebuild anything that was sacrificed in the way forward. Be it the spaceport itself…Or people.

Naedira felt the subtle touch of Gerwald's hand brushing against her skin and her head inclined briefly. He would feel the storms slowly moving through her. There was energy rising. The bond between them lent her quiet strength, but the words he spoke, left her with slight surprise. She knew he wasn't speaking basic…But she knew what it was. Knew, what he said. "I didn't know that came with the package…", Naedira mused, however, it finally sunk in. They were words that she had heard countless times before in the Confederacy. Not from him—But from the Exarch.

It left her with a wry and distant smile.

"You take too many lessons from the Empress."

The whisper of amusement she felt quickly fled while the presence of the undead continued to make themselves known. It was a tool that she found distasteful, yet, from a tactical standpoint, they were entirely effective. These weren't victims of Blackwing and the Murakami Orchid but a Sith creation that could be controlled. That was a truly terrifying thought. That these legions…These hordes….

They could be controlled.

Naedira leaned up to kiss Gerwald on the cheek. Just once. It was nothing so intimate that others would feel the need to avert their eyes…But as confident as they were? There was always a chance that the plan could backfire. There was always a chance that while they cut bloody swaths through the defenses one of them took a lightsaber to the back. A bullet to the brain. There was no permeance on a battlefield and she wouldn't pretend otherwise. Her mind slowly opened for him.

The same way she had done so long ago, so they might merge strengths, and weaknesses. A mental meld wouldn't secure victory but it certainly tipped the odds just a smidge more in their favor of survival. As the drop ship hovered over the LZ her focus sharpened. Gerwald spoke to them all, giving words to rally behind, but that wasn't her purpose any longer. In this—He wasn't just her partner but her commanding officer. Whilst he dropped to the battlefield…She couldn't help but shake her head in amusement. So confident, so flashy.

Her eyes lifted toward Solomon Telimus to see how they might react to Gerwald's antics but she didn't comment. It was just something the young Sith would need to get used to. "Good hunting.", she murmured, softly, wishing him success.

Now it was her turn.

Naedira stepped to the edge of the ship, her gaze sweeping over the growing battlefield below. The Nabooian-born woman knew that Jedi would be present somewhere among the madness. Ready and waiting to oppose them with equal fervor. Her hand gripped her lightsaber tightly and the familiar weight was comforting in her palm. She had faced Jedi before, many times, and knew not to underestimate them. They had their way. So did she.

With a fluid motion, she leaped soundlessly from the ship and her form momentarily blurred to emulate shadow, descending gracefully, nearly unseen, into the chaos below. Her mind was clear. Focused solely on the mission. The thrill of battle surged from Gerwald and woke her she-wolf, but she kept it in check, channeling the sudden adrenaline to enhance her senses and reflexes.

She let Gerwald engage first. He was her bulwark, her shield, while she used shadow to slip about temporarily unnoticed dispatch his would-be dispatchers. She deafened herself to the fear that was thick in the air and tuned out any ounce of compassion. Naedira had no choice.

There could be no mercy for Celanon.

 

[Lossa Darcuhl]

Location Celanon City, Celanon
Enemies Gerwald Lechner | Naedira Darcrath | Solomon Telimus
Allies Briana Sal-Soren | Brandyn Sal-Soren | Vizion Trozky | Rik Perris
Wearing: Jumpsuit and Armor, Jakku Mantle #2
Accessories: Echo Stone
Weapons: Lossa's Lightsaber, Turmoil - Lightsaber, Concealed Blaster, Nasty-Stabby
Ships: Gurrcat 9600-series Heavy Frigate - The Ascent
Single squadron of (12) Gladiator-series Armed Transports aboard the Ascent

The ship she'd commissioned for this excursion had come under fire while they broke atmosphere to their landing point. And more while landing at the spaceport to secure itself a place to evacuate those able to make it. The whole thing felt more like a waiting coffin given what they had found waiting for them.

The city overrun, the Sith dealing death, and civilians and militia alike either escaping or fighting for their lives.

Her eyes locked on the sight of the Armed Transports exiting the Ascent's Hangar to fetch those pockets of lifeline beacons across the city. Some teaming up to pick up projected larger groups of survivors, others spinning up weapons to begin making runs on potential targets. Lossa had made it known to Briana that she would be coming along even with the protests of sense or reason.

The Zeltron had acted as head of the Aureus family of Naboo once already, donating a sum to the rebuilding of Ukatis. The Ascent was present as another action by the unofficial head of the Aureus family of Naboo once more. This time to provide a chance to evacuate for the people trapped in the midst of conflict.

The one bearing the Aureus name, alongside the title as current head of the Jakku Jedi Enclave, would stand with the rest of the Jedi in keeping incursions such as this one contained. It would have been better for Romi herself to be present. But you took what you could get. And the current head of the Jakku Enclave, however disappointing in comparison to the former, is what the galaxy got.

Lossa herself wasn't completely useless for such a conflict, as she was more than happy to point out and helped lay the groundwork for a more reasonable plan than simply trying to cut through the swathes of undead that now threatened the planet.

Which didn't alleviate the stress she was feeling as she went over the plan once more with the group. They each had a role to play in their newly formed plan. With the spaceport in dissaray and several forms of chaos, their initial plan was now swiftly pivoting to accommodate the changes. An ability she had learned quickly through her time as an independent away from the larger groups. Alongside the fact that no plan truly survived the first meeting with the enemy.

And sometimes you just had to wing it.

"My illusions should keep the braindead's attention, but you need to be on the lookout for anyone stomping through here trying to break my concentration." The holomap on her wrist lighting up to point out the rough circle inside the spaceport she'd made as a "safe zone".

It wasn't truly a safe zone given the presence of the Dark side she felt, but with the Ascent docked and waiting for evacuees, it was as much of one as they could muster. The laser Cannons aboard the Ascent were somewhat limited in their firing arcs, doing what they could to provide a deadzone circle around the large craft, but it was quickly becoming apparent they needed to be speedy.

"I'll stay aboard the ship and focus," Harried as she focused her attention down the ramp, watching the throngs of people begin to form lines and move inward. "But do not hesitate to call on me."

A few of the crewmen were helping usher along the people, allowing Lossa one final chance to speak before disappearing inside.

"Go kick some teeth in and make it back, intact and whole preferably." A grin as she waved them off, disappearing from view as she headed towards the command deck.

The Armed Transports flew across the rooftops, keeping low to avoid alerting sensors that weren't focused on them. Broadcasting a message of potential safety upon reaching the spaceport as they screeched across the skies with abandon to pick up survivors. To relieve soldiers of their charges and let them move on and link up.

 

[Makai Dashiell]

Tags : Myra Elspeth Arceneau | Rolin Voss
Celanon

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This wasn't one of her normal panic attacks.

He was well versed in those by now. Typically they were brought on by crowds and tight,enclosed spaces. Horror movies were also another one ; after an incident at the holoplex during an upcoming feature trailer, they had learned to arrive right as the 'silence all comm devices' screen had appeared.

Makai had never known why. Still didn't know. When Ellie had come to into his life as a malnourished, stunted, mute child adopted by the Arceneau-Kuhn family, his father had been firm in telling him never to ask the details. As he got older, personal theories had abounded, not that he ever voiced them. It had never been an important subject.

Now, he wished he had. It might have helped in this situation.

This was an entire full body freeze, manicured nails digging deep into his hand, a full flight or fight response. Momentum had drug him down with her, stumbling and landing down on one knee.

BOOM.​

Dust filtered down from the ceiling as the building shook. One could feel the aftershock of the blast despite their building not being its target. It reminded Makai of many of the explosives used in the mining industry, only this was on steroids.

Getting back up, El-Three shook his head, as if in disappointment.

{ Holofeeds have been knocked out, roughly forty-eight percent of the city cameras are now dark. }

That was going to be an issue. Hand still firmly attached to Ellie's, she had risen with him but was clearly out of it. Free hand cupped her cheek, tilting her head towards him. Gray eyes were lifeless and unfocused, fighting a battle elsewhere.

[ Sir, we have to get moving. ]

"I'm aware."

This as the first time during one of her panic attacks that he was in over his head. Normally he knew what to do, how to ease her concerns, how to get her back under control. There was no time for the typical coping techniques.

Prying her fingers from his hand, Makai swiftly slipped her over his shoulder in a firefighters carry before she could protest or latch back onto him. If she came out of her trauma induced haze he could put her back down, right now it was too risky.

"Now we've got it going on both sides ; zombies and orbital bombardment. Let's get moving."

Close to the exits, Makai tightened his grip on her.

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[Cybelle Elyance]

R A Y D O N I A
[OBJECTIVE III: EVACUATION]
TAG: Romin Renoux
EQUIPMENT: Petal Blossom | Lightsaber (Generic)

Cybelle had been sent by the Jedi Council to help evacuate the people of Raydonia.

It was a relatively small world that happened to be close to a hyperspace route that the Sith Order had no doubt come to claim. The temperate planet had been her port to call for the last few weeks as part of the advance team. At first…It hadn't seemed real. Intelligence had reported rumblings from the Southern and Eastern Reaches of the galaxy about an increase of Dark Side fluctuations but no one had really anticipated that such a seemingly silent threat would swing so suddenly, so hard.

It led to the rapid deployment of GADF and humanitarian units so that they might remove a most precious resource from the equation. People. If they didn't act quickly these small settlements and hard-working people would be swept up in the tide. It wasn't fair to them. That this war of theologically massive proportions had spilled into their lives without warning. It was cruel to ask them to leave their homes, their belongings, and everything they knew. The land they loved.

Their technology was space-fairing but relatively simple compared to an Inner-Rim civilization. They were aware of galactic events to a certain degree, as were most with inter-planetary communications, but they would have never imagined the horror crossing the airwaves. Entire worlds had fallen in what felt like the blink of an eye. This wasn't some distant threat. It was present. Coming.

In reality…It was already here.

//It's still quiet here//

She typed words for Brandyn Sal-Soren on a data-pad to keep him apprised of the situation. He hadn't been keen on separating from her, considering, recent revelations but it wasn't as if she could deny a mission from the Council because it made him…Uncomfortable. She didn't like to be away from him any more than he wanted to be away from her—But this was low risk.

Part of her wondered, distantly, if Brandyn had somehow had a hand in having her assigned to Raydonia instead of Yavin IV or Celanon. But…Only the smallest part. He wouldn't do that, right?

//You'd like it here. Even though it's been hard getting supplies through it seems as though most people are making the best of it. They're scared. But, I think it helps that the Alliance is here. I know you might not be able to respond but I just wanted you to know I'm all right. //

A pause.

She wanted to add something to the end, more motivating, and landed on something Cybelle knew would drive him batty until they could talk next.

// I have a secret for you. A good one—I'll tell you when this is through. See you soon. //

She hit send on the encrypted comm device and hoped it would reach Brandyn without any trouble. Regardless, the nanites in her armor hid the technology away in the jade bangle on her wrist while she turned to help lift another box into a cargo hauler. That was what most of her time had been spent doing. Packing, moving things, moving people, treating common colds, sniffles, and a myriad of maladies brought on by so many outsiders being introduced on a relatively closed-off ecosystem. Cybelle didn't mind hard labor. It kept her mind from the war going on.

Kept her heart from breaking from the thousands that were already lost.

It was just about time to call it for the day when Cybelle first felt something was wrong. It wasn't a feeling that appeared suddenly, but a slowly building shadow, like a raincloud hanging overhead even though the sky was completely clear. Tawny eyes surveyed the crowd of workers that were milling about, sweaty, tired, and anxious to keep moving. It was likely the busiest part of the day: when everyone stopped to eat and rest.

There was a makeshift triage unit on the other side of the clearing.

That was where the screaming started.

Cybelle jumped forward in an instant and some of the GADF soldiers were right with her. The whole settlement had been on edge due to the threat of an ever-growing army of undead creatures looming on the horizon. It wouldn't take much to turn an urgent evacuation into a powder keg that was fueled with the knowledge that there was dark sorcery afoot that was far removed from the Jedi understanding of the Force. There might have been a few knowledgeable parties…But they weren't here.

She was.

And she prayed…That the undead weren't there to join her.

Malevolence crackled through the air when the body of a shopkeeper hit the ground in a sizzling snap and the crowd began to surge and panic. Some crying, looking for cover. Cybelle acted without thinking and threw out her hand. A telekinetic wave that was targeted to this newcomer would seek to send him flying away from the people she had been sent to protect. It would be like taking a duracrete wall to the face for this…Sith…and his men. If that wasn't enough, she rewound, and did it again.

Harder.​

"Stop!"

The Jedi Knight was dressed in a pair of beige leathers that were tucked into dark boots and an off-white white tunic. As she approached, her presence seemed to grow, fill the void, and the Light poured from her seemingly without end. It encouraged the settlers of Raydonia to get to safety without trampling one another. The sudden death of one or more of their friends, family, and neighbors, was enough to leave some of them catatonic. These people…They were isolated.

They hadn't known violence like this in centuries. Not since Darth Maul and Savage Opress had taken their vengeance on unwitting colonists. Cybelle nodded her head to the GADF members and half started getting people to safety while the other half eyed their new opponent. None of them looked or smelled particularly dead. Rather, undead. "I don't know who you are…But the Force will judge you for what you've done."

The bangle on her wrist began to hum, attuned to her, and sensing imminent danger.

"…You will find no victory here."

 

[Jalen Kai'el]

Yavin IV
Tags: Ansisa

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Reaching the edge of the tree line where the dropships landed, marines and jedi spilled out of it. Ansisa unveiled herself, smile wide and began to whistle to draw their attention upwards, a low chuckle escaped her as blaster bolts screamed towards her and she dropped from her perch disappearing once more from the force and from sight, the hoarder spilling around her.

"Oh chit."

Jalen had felt the presence for a moment, only for it to slip away again. It was her. He shifted his focus almost instantly, getting lower to the ground as he felt the area around him. The young Jedi couldn't track force signatures, not here. He needed something different. Movement. In theory, to be perfectly silent when touching down was near impossible. This action would send out shockwaves, small ripples on the earth that he would be able to feel. All he needed to do was pinpoint her whenever she landed. This would be his one reliable window.

The medic drew a sewing needle from his bag with haste. Typically these were use for stitching injuries in a pinch, but they could have other purposes. A ripple came, not of footsteps but the landing he was looking for. Jalen would reach his arm out, flicking the needle towards where his target should be. One could hide their presence in the force with training, of course...

But it was much harder to mask blood when it left your body. He just needed a drop.

 

[Loomi]

Yavin IV (PvE)
Tags: BB-610

Hurriedly, BB-610 rammed his chassis into Loomi, shoving her to the right as a shot collided with the wall behind her, inches away from where her head had been. The droid's composure had officially collapsed, his optic widening in unfiltered panic.

"Golly!"

Loomi scrambled to pull herself together, quickly weaving a small shield as quickly as she could. It was, admittedly, not very impressive, but it was enough for her to bring up to take the next incomming blaster bolt. She tried her best to keep composed, formulating a plan.

"H-hold on, Bee!" Loomi stammered at her companion. "I have everthing inder control."

The Godoan procured a large stone from the ground, hurling it at the head of the zombie with the force. The head, of course, came clean off, tumbling off down the slope that the undead creature was purched on and vanishing into the jungle. The being staggered, freezing up as it suddenly lost it's primary cognitive input, right before it...

Kept walking towards them.

"I don't have everything under control!" the Godoan exclaimed, drawing her shapeshifting blade.

 

[Audren Sykes]

Objective II
Location: Celanon

Hyperlane crossroads tended to become economic hubs. Rather than continuing down the clear path it was where vessels stopped to shift direction, to refuel, and maybe even take a break. Business ventures arose to fill the needs, others arose to support them, and so on. And with those businesses came families which led to growing populations. Eventually things ended up like Celanon - or worse, like Nar Shaddaa. Even so, there was opportunity. There were new purchases for people looking to upgrade or those enamored with the holodocs of becoming a spacer, upgrades for those who wanted to edge out the competition, and replacements for when entropy made its inevitability known.

In other words, opportunity.

Audren was hardly the first to think so and wouldn't be the last. Of course, it helped that he had an exploratory team that kept their sensory orifices open for such things and could make informed recommendations with cost/benefit analyses. They put together the proposal, assessment teams determined feasibility, then senior management decided whether to move forward. Ceredir's various businesses had money, but they weren't so galaxy-spanning as to be household names. To that end their sales establishments were realistic, suited for needs and some expansion, but nothing like an entire tower or a construct that would involve senior government authorities.

Starship lots were a thing of the past: inventory needed to move, not sit. A storefront on the ground could garner almost as much attention with suitable holo-displays at a much smaller footprint, which meant a much less expensive lease. The one property recommended by the scouting team had seemed an adequate fit and he'd give his approval once in the air. The second business couldn't be done with holos so the suggested property would need a fair bit of remodeling to work, but it was doable. Sales projections for both sites were acceptable if not stellar. Both were a foot in the door of local business however, so they could expand later.

The Sephi was on his way back to the spaceport when alarms began ringing throughout the city and a swell of panic could be felt through the Force. After taking a minute to center himself against the surge he began to look around. Blaster shots could be distantly heard; based on experience he knew these to largely be military-grade weapons. That made it unlikely to be a turf war between gangs, and that meant it was probably the Sith. Or whatever they were calling themselves these days. Now that he knew what to look for, the drop ships were easy to spot. Apparently the remote concern of an assault wasn't quite as remote as predicted...some analyst would get chewed out for that.

In years past the elfin man would have pulled weapons and sprinted for the front lines once the tram stopped. This time though, he simply continued on foot towards the spaceport, albeit warily. The Silver Jedi were no longer a major power in the galaxy and he held no position with the current iteration of the Galactic Alliance or their Jedi Order. He wore no armor - this was a business trip - and he'd probably just get people killed as he got in the way. Whatever shock troops the Sith were using hadn't reached this street yet, maybe he could slip through to his ship and help evacuate some people.

 

[Annika Starfire]

Location: Yavin IV
Objective: Lead assault on temple
Tags: Nir Si
Gear: in bio

Wearing: this but with her hat

The telekinetic blast hit Annika in her chest and she went backwards a couple of metres, rolling with the impact rather than trying to resist it. She slid backward across the floor as he pulled his pistol and opened fire again. Instinctively Annika pulled her hand up thinking she might block the bolts while she recovered her stance. A black circular portal opened in front of the girl a foot or so in diameter and the bolts disappeared into the inky star filled void. That was new...

Dropping her hand and pulling her saber back in front of her she deflected the remaining bolts more traditionally, she hadn't learned how to send them back at her foe yet but when the trainers at the academy liked to shoot for effect, you learned to block quickly.

For some reason the zombies were giving Nir a wide berth, Annika scowled at them, they were hers fight with but she had very little way of actually controlling them, she was more onf a force multiplier than an actual commander. At least some of them had now bypassed the Jedi while they fought and were advancing onto the next line of defence. This was evident by the small explosion that punctuated their fight a few dozen metres closer to the temple, silencing a defensive post but also throwing the limbs of several hapless zombies into the air.

"Sucks to be them" she quipped as she swung her own hand, trying to telekinetically push his legs one way and his torso the other to upend her foe.

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