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

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Just as the Dark Lord had felt his arrival the moment he set foot on this moon, so did the Lion sense the presence of his sworn enemy. Their feud of over six decades had reshaped the galaxy numerous times, impacting the fates of countless lives and their immortal souls. Mountains shook and skies shattered wherever their blades crossed. Theirs were two souls bound by a lifetime of suffering and bloodshed, and, though neither party may admit it, their story could only ever come to a close once both men were ended by the other's hand. They'd come close at the Wellspring of Life, but neither strike had proved fatal.

As much as they denied it, they'd become part of each other's legend. There'd be no Golden Lion without a villain to oppose him, and no Black Iron Tyrant without a hero to thwart him. No light without shadow, no darkness without a glimmer of hope.

So it was no surprise to Thurion when the Great Enemy presented himself amidst the horde of undead that was now ignoring the searing sunlight of the Lion in favour of easier prey, providing the two titans with their private arena. A lesser being would buckle at the mere presence of the Dark Lord of the Sith, suffocating darkness and impending doom pouring for his malign aspect, but Thurion Heavenshield had long weathered such evils and knew to shield his mind and spirit from the aura of despair they projected. Where others crumbled and broke, his fortified will remained strong.

"Kaine of House Zambrano. Annihilator of souls. Eradicator of hopes. Despoiler of dreams." The High King thrust the base of his shield into the earth deep enough to keep it standing as he took to cleaning his sullied blade with a steady hand. "I followed the clarion call of the Force and was summoned to this battlefield, and here I find you standing before me once more. Long has been our epic rivalry, many a fate has it rewritten. It must be ended, soon or late, and with its passing so shall a new world rise in our absence. A better world than you or I could ever achieve. Our time is long past, old fool."

He believed in the Sword and Shield and would gladly die for them. This was their time. Old leftovers like himself could only pave the way for the young, and if he could rid them of a roadblock the size of Carnifex at the cost of his own life, it would be a worthy sacrifice to achieve a future of hope and promise.

Freed of blood and bile, Anarion shone bright as the sun once more. He would not sully their duel with an unclean blade, for when he next drew blood he wanted to be sure it belonged to none other than the Butcher King. With a deep inhale of air, Thurion of House Heavenshield, High King of Midvinter and Lord of Heavenheim, reached for his shield and yanked it free of its earthen hold.

"Come then, One-Who-Were-Two. For the fate of this world and beyond, we fight!"

The Lion charged with the power of a meteor, his sword held back in reserve as his shield took the lead, seeking to crash into the Dark Lord whose might was his match in every aspect. The ground tore and trees shed their leaves at his advance as he closed the distance between them in the blink of an eye, coming face to face with the Black Iron Tyrant.

"ALLFATHER!"

Allies: Vulpesen Zark San Tekka
Enemies: Darth Carnifex Sarlow Zambrano Lina Djo ​

 

[Cordelia 'Cori' Eldoris]

Location: A city square, Celanon
Objective: 2
Interacting with: Damsy Callat Rann Thress

Back in the temple, when Cori was still a padawan, there was a saying that her master used to use to quiet her questions about the dark side. Whenever she got to curious, too eager to become some sort of hero or crusader by defeating legions of imaginary villains wielding red sabers, he would take her hands in his and ask her gently: "Cori, how do you find a Sith?"
"I don't know. How do you find a Sith, master?"
"Simple," he would say, smiling bitterly. "You follow the screams."

His words had never been more true than now. Dashing through alleyways, Cori ran desperately towards the panicked cries of the Celanon civilians. Eventually, she skidded to a stop as she reached a large, open area that seemed to serve as a city square. To her left, Cori spotted a Rodian family cowering against a wall, while to her right, she watched with horror as a small horde of undead tore a still screaming man apart, limb by limb. A quick glance was all she needed to know that he was most likely the father of the family. Fury rose up in her as she activated her light whips. She would show these beasts no mercy.

Cori leapt at the horde, using the force to double the speed and height of her jump as she raised her whips. The undead looked up, but it was too late - the Ersansyr was already upon them, splitting two of them in half vertically. Spinning, she kicked an undead behind her off balance as she used her whips to sever the head of another. Turning back to the one behind her, she lashed at its legs, tearing them off and leaving it paralysed. The last standing undead took advantage of her momentary distraction to grab her neck and pull her shoulder towards its mouth, intending to bite her. Cori let out a yell of anger and surprise before twisting and elbowing the creature in the ribs, knocking it off balance just enough for her to free herself and kick it. The force of her strike sent it flying into a nearby garbage bin, which Cori quickly slammed the lid on. It would be trapped there for the moment.

Turning back around, the Jedi made her way over to the wall, where three wide eyed faces looked back at her.
"Hey there," she smiled. "It's ok. You're safe now. If you go through that alley, you should have a clear path to the spaceport, where you'll be evacuated."
The mother of the family nodded, and led her children away. Cori watched them for a moment before turning back to the two undead she had left alive. As she drew her light whips to finish the job, she paused as the uncomfortable sensation of being watched prickled against her skin. She looked up to see two silhouettes sitting on top of a roof nearby.
"Oh, force," she muttered, thinking out loud. "Please don't let those two be Sith."

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Thurion Heavenshield Vulpesen
Darth Carnifex Sarlow Zambrano Lina Djo

Shock lances crashed against putrescent flesh. Master Zark hacked with his lightsaber again and again. He saw a marine's bike brought down by sheer numbers before hurtling past. One by one the survivors disengaged. Handheld flare guns marked their position, chemicals reacting to bathe the jungle clearing beneath in a deep crimson glow. Directing them with his brandished blade, the Alliance cavalry reformed into a new spearhead with Zark at their tip.

"Surik's blade!"

Unexpected arrivals drew the ancient curse from his lips. Somehow he'd failed to sense them until they were already here. Always the same Dark Lord but every time new Hands. Standing against them was the source of that golden radiance and the Jedi Master at last understood why his vision had led him to this place.

More X-Wings screamed across the sky. Master Zark could glimpse distant laser flashes through jungle canopy and feel the rumble of heavy walkers. Yavin's fourth moon was under siege by armies of the dead. Once again vile Sith sorcerers resorted to twisted alchemies unleashing their nightmarish depravity in the misguided name of revenge.

"It has been an honor," he told the marines while revving a throttle, "For the Alliance!"

Speeders screamed past Thurion each aimed like a guided missile towards Carnifex and his subjects. Zark leaned forward attempting to take a swing before one of the Sith Lords could react.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Xeykard

"He is lying."

A crowd of stunned Nalroni suddenly turned as a voice drifted from the far end of the room, colorful fabrics parting to herald the arrival of a Jedi Knight.

Far smaller than the reptilian Sith, Cora had to crane her neck upwards. Though she was speaking to the guild masters, steely eyes remained fixed on the beast who'd smashed his way through the window just moments before.

Shards of glass crunched beneath her boots as she strode forward, placing herself between the civilians, who'd now begun to whisper in panic among themselves, and the Sith.

"The only thing a Sith will try to ensure is his own victory. He will not protect you."

Her hands, clasped behind her back, now moved to retrieve the cylindrical hit clipped to her belt. Bright blue plasma thrummed to life, hissing obediently at her side.

"I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

It was as if she were trying to dismiss an unruly dinner guest rather than a Sith inquisitor.

 

[Connel Vanagor]

An eye for an eye only ends with the whole world blind.​

Spoiler: PERSONAL EFFECTS

Jedi Defender Light Corvette
"Crotch Rocket" Speederbike
Headset Microphone Comm-link
Vambraces
Custom Robes/Armor
Long handle Lightsaber "Alpha"
Short saber "Omega"
Astromech Droid "D1-N3"

[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]

SECTOR: Yavin IV Obj I
MISSION: Defend Defend Defend
TAGS - ALLIES: Thirdas Heavenshield | Vulpesen | Nir Si | @Gress D’ran
TAGS - FOES: Darth Amarok​

Objective I - Yavin IV
(PvE/PvP)[/B][/I]​

The Force’s call to him was getting deeper, almost guttural. As he made his way deeper and deeper into the jungle, Connel came across his share of the undead, but was able to either avoid, or engage them without being seen. This was not good, especially with all of the homage statues to a long deceased Sith Lord, it was almost as if he was calling to and controlling them.

Connel saw a mammoth walker firing in the general direction of the defensive line, and wanted to help, but there was something else. Something, or someone was here, and they were close by, taking his weapons into his hands, Connel did not activate either, he did not want to completely give away his position, but he did keep hold.

Not far away…

Too late, a squad, or group… or pack… or whatever of undead soldiers had found him and began to move to intercept. Mouthing the word “Phrik”, the Jedi Knight reached out through the Force and threw one of them at the others… but the others ducked. They were not only undead, they had instincts, at least these ones did.

~Snap-Hiss~

~]Snap-Hiss~

Activating both “Alpha” and “Omega” was all the undead would see as they were soon incapacitated and completely “destroyed”. Vanagor did not like doing this, but they were already dead… and it was them or him… so…

The problem is, he just gave away his position.

 

[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)​

Getting the call about the platform, Angelus rerouted the communication to Colonel Telaskta, the Marines’ CO. [Colonel, set up shop there while you’re at it.]

[“Can do!”]

The Cherub gunships led the way for the transports to utilize the designated landing zone, in a “combat hover” they were holding position until the last Marine, Tank, and Gundark were on land. When they were, all Mustafar-fire was unleashed. The Marines were not burdened with the Jedi Code, they could fire willy-nilly. The Tridents were doing a great job and it was appreciated, but the Ethereals were on the ground and could fight too. They were lower to the ground and faster, but still packed a punch. The Mauler would stay behind with a column of fighting vehicles and Gundarks as the logi drops continued while the rest moved out to assist in not only holding the line, but hopefully pressing forward.

[We got you, Thundercat. Razorbacks, Daggers! Burn’em! ]

[“On it, Boss!”]

[“Razorbacks take the lead, we’ll hit’em when they try to hit you.”]

As he could see the heavy assault fighters bank and form up for their attack runs, ready and willing to take out everything in front of them, Liram switched channels. [Archangels time to spread those wings, coordinates being sent now.]

[“We’ll make them wish they didn’t come down here.”]

[“Yeah baby!”]

[“Woo!’]

Meanwhile, Liram and his flight were in the middle of engaging Sith transports when he had another incoming message.

[“Voodoo 1, this is Apparition actual. We’re in a good spot right now to take on some walkers threatening our friends. Shall we get to work?”]

Liram just smiled. [Affirmative you slackers! Get to work! If it’s not Alliance, it’s toast!]


[“You got it!”]

[“I’m excited!”]

[“We’re gonna scare the piss out of’em!”]

The Stealth Strike Fighters now had targets... Sith Walkers, firstly the one closest to the Hellstompers..

 

[Briana Sal-Soren]

Wearing: XoXo | Equipment: Lightsaber | Location: Celanon, Hangar Bay | Tag: Lossa Darcuhl , Rik Perris , Brandyn Sal-Soren , Vizion Trozky , Gerwald Lechner , Naedira Darcrath , Solomon Telimus ​

There was a haunting resonance between the upcoming battle, and what Briana remembered from the trials and challenges she'd endured on Metellos during the Second Galactic Hyperspace War. Just like then, they were touching down after the Sith had already arrived, and the fear she sensed from the inhabitants of the city world was much the same. A thick miasma that permeated every corner and choked the air they breathed.

Their saving grace was that their team hadn't all come in together.

Brandyn had arrived ahead of them to touch base with some of the connections he'd made during the extensive time he'd spent in the Outer Rim territories, taking great strides to evacuate large swaths of civilians from the sector they were responsible for, sealing off strategic areas to prepare for the assault, and giving out lifeline beacons to any and all who wanted to be extracted.

Yet, Briana was acutely aware that despite these efforts, the toll would be heavy, with hundreds likely to perish - as many already undoubtedly had.

Her sharp gaze shifted to watch Lossa as she made her way over to the huddle, the clipped gait of her boots muted by the sound of her cousins voice. There was a great deal of pride that swelled within her chest as she listened to her cousin lay out the details of the new plan, but she couldn't shake the heavy pit of worry that'd settled in her stomach. She had strong reservations about Lossa's presence here, for good reason — her cousin's delicate condition adding an additional layer of concern to what was already a stressful situation.

But the woman was as stubborn as the rest of their family, and Briana had long given up trying to dissuade her — least Lossa attempt to do something reckless, just as she herself would have been likely to do, had the roles been reversed. At least there was some comfort to be had in knowing that Vizion would be staying by her side.

A deep breath was taken, turning to the soldiers from the GADF that'd been sent to assist them in their endeavor. "Well? You heard her," wordlessly, Briana cloaked those in her company with the embrace of Force Valor, extending it out towards Lossa and Rik as well. "Head out! We've got a job to do."

"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.

Her eyes fell back one last time to catch a final glimpse of her cousin, hand falling to rest on the hilt of her blade. "Will do. You stay strong and safe. We'll see each other again when this is over."

 

[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

The push was unexpected. Romin should have felt the ripples through force warning him of the impending danger to himself. He had not attuned himself to the finer intricacies of what it was able to tell him. While Romin had learned to use it as a weapon, the force was not seen as a companion. It was why this woman managed to send him flying from those his blade had been about to strike.

Wide eyes looked at the petite and small woman. Such a powerful display had been unexpected from someone so seemingly weak. This was another lesson the young heir needed to learn. Strength did not always come in packages which boasted about it.

Romin picked himself up. He called his lightsaber back to his hand from wherever it had fallen. His intent had been to charge the woman, to strike at her and those she was now defending. What a boon for the undead if they could assimilate a Jedi into their ranks. The wall of force energy hit him again.

Harder.

The dark haired warrior flew back once more. He stood and lifted a finger to his nose. It was bleeding. This time he stood, listening to the brunette as she spoke. There was a determination in her voice. It seemed she would be as stalwart in defending the triage unit as he would be in seeing it overcome. For a brief moment Romin thought about engaging her once more. This time she would not catch him by surprise. He knew his skills as a duelist would certainly overtake her. That was a confidence he did not misplace.

“Judge me,” his voice echoed in response.

The inflection of it indicated a question. Why would the force judge him for his actions? The Sith Order was strong. His ruthless father prospered. The blood on Romin’s hands was miniscule compared to both. He almost laughed, but the conviction in her voice pulled at something deeper. She was convinced of it, or was she trying to convince herself? Something lay under the surface which Romin recognized in part.

Validation.

“I am not looking for victory. I have tasted enough of that to know it loses its flavor all too quickly.”

There was no victory which Romin could lay at the feet of his father which had proven satisfactory. He had learned winning battles was not the way to gain his father’s affection or approval. At times he wondered if it was possible. No, Romin had decided that the only thing which would gain his father’s attention would be becoming the man he hated the most. Romin needed to learn how to be unfeeling, cold, and merciless.

Perhaps that was why his knife quickly flew into the throat of another innocent close by. The action was quick, as sudden and surprising as her force push had been. Romin wanted to gauge the look on her face. How would she react?

“I am not here to win. I am here to prove myself. If that means going through something so pretty to do so, then I must. You will not stop me.”

His blade came to life, and he charged the brunette intent to kill.

 

[Aveline Cuiléin]

Objective: II
Allies: Cale Gunderson Ryana mina
Enemy: Lord Blepharon
Location: En route to Celanon City

The situation on Celanon was dire, and the stakes were high. A dark force was rising, and if the intel that got fed into her ear was to be believed, the dead walked to claim the living. There was no question this was where she needed to be, and so her resolve was unyielding. The Jedi would step into hell once more and be the shield that guarded the galaxy. Padawan or not, it was a moral duty.

Thank the Force she was not doing it alone.

The city of Celanon was under siege, and would not last long without relief. Alliance ground forces were inbound and assembling for a rear strike while fighter pilots of the navy did their best to halt the army's advance. Jedi and what other troops could fit onto the dropships were deployed on the front lines. The main mission was to save the city, and if at all possible, the Jedi strike team were to seize any opening to move in and cut off the head of the snake.

Aveline was dressed in her traditional Jedi garbs, white and light brown combination of tunic and undertunic, underneath a hooded brown robe. She was armed by the hilt of her lightsaber hung from her hip, with the Force as her armour.

She did not know the other Jedi with her on this mission, but this insurmountable task seemed lighter by their presence. She hoped they would all be alive to come the end of this day.

There is no death, only the Force, Aveline repeated the mantra quietly to herself. Trust in the Force.

 

[Vazz]

Oh?

Vazz's grin widened as he watched. It was only for a moment, but she'd been taken back. Panicked. Jedi were predictable in this; they wanted to save people. Those people would always be their downfall. He found his way to a roof, his form devoid of light now. A Defel naturally absorbed light around them to look nothing more than a shadow.

It's how he was supposed to look, if not for his illusions. But for now he didn't need to give himself a form. Instead he reached out towards the crowd of zombies that the Cathar was still fending off.

Another scream. This time further into the horde. An illusion of another person, one not seen before, panicked and running from the zombies. Some ignored it, as it was just an illusion, but he gave it some substance in the Force. Enough that some claws did try to reach and grab it. Then, he crouched. Pulled out the metal blade that doubled as his favored weapon.

The trap was set, and he readied himself to strike.

Jonyna Si

 

[Nir Si]

Objective: Fight off the Zombies while dealing with a Sorceress
Tag: Annika Starfire
Gear: In Bio​

He couldn't let the zombies through. They didn't seem to like his-

"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.

And suddenly, he was upside down. Lucky for him, he was a Denik. Balance was practically second nature to him, and in the process, he used the Force to guide his sword as he threw it at a line of advancing zombies, the undead seeming to first rear back in undead fear, before the blade slashed through them, burning the flesh of the undead like butter and causing them, momentarily, to flash white before disingerating.

While the sword spun around, Nir kept up the offensive. He'd never focused this much before on using his powers, but now was his baptism by fire. In a flash, his blaster was traded out for a shotgun. One he knew would act as a, hopeful, counter to the lightsaber she was using to block. A burst of particle pellets fired off, Nir knowing that if she tried to block, they'd simply explode on impact with the blade. Hopefully the sorceress didn't have anything else to deal with them.

 

[Annika Starfire]

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

Wearing: this but with her hat

Annika almost laughed, but then scowled as the little acrobat managed to steady himself. "nice moves" Upside down he managed to launch his sword at one of the lines of undead, a half dozen of the warriors went up in smoke at his actions and Annika prepared to advance again.

BANG

The chit pulled a shotgun out of nothing and Annika reacted instinctively block it with her saber, there was a dozen flashes in front of her as she swept the explosive bolts, filling the air with smoke and knocking the teenager backwards into black.

As the smoke cleared Nir Si would left staring at a perfectly circular portal into the starry nothing, shimmering silently amongst all the madness. He had a choice to investigate that, or to carry on dealing with the platoon of zombies that threatened to overwhelm the defences.

inside

Annika opened her eyes and looked up at the stars. Globs of blooded leaked from her forehead and floated gently in defiance of gravity. Her hat was gone and her skin burned from a myriad of minor burns.

"Get up"

The Zeltron sorceress stood in pain and turned around, behind her was a shimmering doorway that led back to Nir, in front of her, the form of a twi'lek woman. Her skin was red and covered in elaborate tattoos. She smelled of brimstone and leather as she stood with her back to Annika.

"Where am I?"

"Everywhere... nowhere. Does it matter?" her voice made no sound but resonated withing Annika's skull.

"Am I alive?"

"I will only say that you are not dead."

The red woman didnt turn, but Annika felt her gaze on her, her judgement.

"Annika Carlotta Starfire, if you must carry that thing around with you, you must prove yourself better.... Or don't." the woman held out her hand and Annika was suddenly aware that she was on a formless bridge above utter and unending oblivion, one false move and she would be lost forever.

Annika nodded, wiping away a sphere of blood that floated in her eyeline.

"Who are you?"

"Not yet..."

The woman spun and opened her hand, telekinetically forcing the teen back through the portal and onto Yavin IV. The skull of a Twi'lek child that Annika had purchased out of curiosity looked up at its owner with its empty eyes as she began to ready herself for whatever she found.

Spoiler: ooc for Nir

The portal is silent and does not otherwise interact with anything other than Annika, if Nir tried to penetrate it his arm will just go through it and out the other side as if it wasnt there. Annika will be gone for about 5 minutes so it's up to you what you want to do in that time upto and including curbstomping Annika's remaining attackers and leaving

​

 

[Lina Djo]

Allies: Darth Carnifex Sarlow Zambrano
Enemies: Zark San Tekka Vulpesen Thurion Heavenshield​

Lina followed in their wake, letting them bend and carve away the jungle ahead of her, shifting to Carnifex’s left as he slowed to a stop. The Lion of Midvinter was resplendent, bathed in the light side of the force, yet the Dark Lord was equally sublime, his shadow unwavering in the dark side. For this alone, Lina was glad to have come, to witness such a battle, was an honour beyond words, for as much as she despised him, she could not deny Kaine’s power.

Thurion charged, and Lina’s lightsaber slipped into her palm, the dual blades igniting, but from behind him, came another problem, speeders on kamikaze run. “Sarlow!” she called in warning, hand snapping up dark tendrils of energy shot up from the earth between the three of them and the speeders, a latticework of dark energy building rapidly to create a barrier. Too slow to prevent all of them, but fast enough for the majority to collide with it, engulfed in small balls of orange fire, leaving Sarlow to deal with any that had gotten through.

Unwilling to come between a battle of titans she dropped it, drawing back, lightsaber humming in her hand. She was best placed at a distance, where she could support and see the whole fight.

 

[Ansisa]

Tags: Jalen Kai'el​

Something stung her thigh, a hand moved to swipe it away, only to catch and drive the sharp pain in deeper. She let out a low hiss of pain, looking down to pluck the needle from her flesh. Ansisa lifted it to her eye level to inspect, a sly smile coming across her face.

“Oh you clever little, Jedi.”

She flicked the needle aside, and pushed forward with a burst of speed into the GA soldiers. Her lightsaber, or rather his lightsaber, sputtered to life, crackling angry red as cleaved the first in two and she unveiled herself, scoring a line through the second's chest. Blasters swung in her direction and she vanished again, their fire ploughing into the zombies that had been behind her as she bolted past them into the landing zone.

Behind her, the zombies were pressing into the gap she'd created.

 

[Tracyn Ordo]

Worlds Burning.
Fighting: Teresa Pelles | Darth Pellax
​

War had reared it's ugly head once more.
Spurred by hopeful conversation from long time friends and new alike by a river, Tracyn has decided that despite his losses, he can no longer sit idly by.
Tracyn returns to the fold, to fulfill his duties as a Jedi Guardian.


The world around Tracyn was on fire, exploding, and burning. The Sith had come in force, had come ready for a fight, and used the most dastardly and unbecoming of ways to do so. But Tracyn was not going to sit idly by any longer. Steeling his resolve, he prepared to face those that had wreaked havoc on the Alliance lines, charging past the Alliance troops, heavy boots- a mix of Jedi and Mandalorian armor cascading past the Alliance troops- before he sprung into action, catching a Valkyrie by surprise.

With a flick of his thumb, and the flash of a green blade, she was cleaved in half. He moved like a demon, fighting with the ferocity of a Mandalorian and the speed of a Jedi Guardian. He was practiced, measured and deadly. Another Valkyrie, mid throw of a detonator, swung a blade at him. He turned, catching the blade on his vambrace, before drawing back his fist-

And with a single, violent punch, crushed most of her face.

Crushgaunts- still.

She screamed, but Tracyn followed through, spearing her with the green blade, lifting her off the ground, pinning her to it. He twisted the blade for good measure, and drew it out of her, facing the rest. He landed near one- apparently, more in control of the others. He held his arms out and narrowed his eyes. Tracyn was hard to read in the force, years at one end of the other, constantly fighting just in the darkness, but always in the light. He teetered on the edge, and his violent display was nothing short of rather un-Jedi-like.

He was like a coiled snake in the force, violent at any given moment. He had the same air about him in the force that a predator would before pouncing and striking. He remained stoic towards the Sith woman with the tattoo on her face, but tapped his lightsaber on the ground, the Solari crystal within arcing on the ground where his blade met flint and gravel.

A challenge, one that had to be answered.

"You will not see the next sun rise on this planet." ​

 

[Ryana mina]

Tag: Aveline Cuiléin Lord Blepharon
Ryanas lightsaber

To say the young lethan twi'lek was nervous was an understatement she and her fellow jedi where landing In a hot zone filled with undead if the reports where true. She thought about her friends who where probably fighting and pip who was probably causing the younglings caregivers problems. As her lightsaber bounced on her hip she thought about her time as a jedi so far as the jedi code ran through her head. She was dressed in a similar jedi garb to aveline but ryanas was fire resistant due to her training in pyrokenysis she also had lekku wraps on customary to the jedi order for twileks.

She didn't know what they would be landing into but was ready to help the people they flew over even if the thought of combat against a superior foe was possible she learned to deal with her fear on yavin 4 she wouldn't be paralyzed by it here.

 

[Jonyna Si]

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Objective: Fight the Night
Tag: Vazz
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Another scream. This time further into the horde. An illusion of another person, one not seen before, panicked and running from the zombies. Some ignored it, as it was just an illusion, but he gave it some substance in the Force. Enough that some claws did try to reach and grab it. Then, he crouched. Pulled out the metal blade that doubled as his favored weapon.

Jonyna couldn't help but rush forward, it was instinct at this point. She moved like water through the crowd, slashing with deadly efficiency through the horde, and using the city itself as a pathway through.

But the Tiger that roamed above, stalking the rooftops. Light burned through it's eyes as he scanned the area. Something was off. Cic knew illusions when she saw them. And while she didn't worry for her daughter's ability to deal with them, she knew that something wasn't right here.

And so she waited. Waited for whenever what was going to come.

The wolf, who's paws moved like the wind, stalked below. The spirits that watched over the Cathar Knight seemed to be waiting.

 

[Damsy Callat]

He was right.

She already hated herself but leaving Celanon would make it much worse. Though her self-loathing was the fiery core from which she drew her Dark power, she didn't try to stoke it; the universe seemed to always find ways to do as much for her, and that much was enough to sustain her status as a Sith Lord.

She moved to push up on her thighs to stand, but stopped when she noticed a gaze a ways off. Looking to the side, she caught it.

"Jedi," she uttered almost involuntarily. This time, she finished standing and offered a hand down to Rann so that he might more easily do the same. "Best tryna avoid Jedi too. I don't make friend like you." Damsy smiled despite herself as she hooked the trident to her back. It wasn't for lack of trying. She had tried, harshly, but she was now convinced that Sithspawn were doomed by no fault of their own to be misunderstood by the Jedi forever. There was no use to feeling too bad about it, though that didn't change the fact that the Siren want to take neither a lightsaber or a lecture from another Lightsider.

"Looks like this side's covered," she noted, looking down toward the square that Cordelia had cleared most of. "Let's skedaddle."

Without giving her brother much room to argue, she strode to the other side of the roof. "Hang 'hind me. I gotchu."

No more words. She jumped off the roof to the street below. After landing quietly, she stepped back into the building's shadows. This half of the center was dim, overhead lights flickering as they shorted out, but it was clear that the signs of a horde having moved through the area already were present: glass storefronts shattered, blood staining the tarmac, the rot of death hanging like horrific petrichor. "Undead avoided after I got bit on Atrisia," she whispered to him as the made their way around the square under the extra veil of darkness. Even as she said the fact that she still fairly sure would still be the case, she decided not to make undue noise. "Granted, I ain't seen any since, but..."

She didn't finish her thought.

Cordelia 'Cori' Eldoris Rann Thress

 

[Vulpesen]

Obj: 1 Yavin IV
Location: Bring the fight to the red guys
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


Vulpesen's wings carried him high above the battlefield and his tail flicked in frustration behind him, its black fur flittering in the wind. "Where the hell are y- Ah." His eyes lit up as a flare rose in the sky, burning bright, though not quite as bright as the force presences below it. There were paladins of the light down there, and with their arrival, came the crashing realization that they were faced against an equal darkness. "Found you." Closing his wings like a stooping falcon, Vulpesen dove down.

Many of Zark's soldiers would likely be seeing their lives flash before their eyes as the web of energy crackled before them, promising certain death, only for their bodies to suddenly be plucked from the speeders and thrust aside. Not all could be saved, but a majority would find a sudden life line in the black cloaked figure who crashed into the ground with a grunt, his hands splayed out to unleash dozens of tendrils of the force. He'd have preferred to spend his energy attacking the sith upon his entrance, but his code was clear. The preservation of life was paramount. "Get out of here!" he barked at the dazed and dismounted soldiers, summoning a voice honed by years as a battlefield commander. In a battle like this, a common soldier would be nothing more than collateral damage.

"Looks like I found the party!" Vulpesen's lightsabers ignited in a snap-hiss, their black and gold blades rising up at both of his sides. "So tell me," he began, using the force to drop his mask over his face. "Which one of you sithies are tired of fighting jedi?"

 

[Rann Thress]

OBJ 2- CELANON

ALLIES: Damsy Callat Damsy Callat Cordelia 'Cori' Eldoris Cordelia 'Cori' Eldoris

ENEMIES: None yet.

Rann took his sisters offered hand and stood, taking one last look over the city and down to the Jedi who had cleared the square and saved some people.

“We don’t have to be friends.” He said, following his sister, “But alright.” He finished with a shrug, trying hard to steel himself for actually going down there.

Like his sister, Rann hopped off the side of the building and landed with extreme care and silence. Immediately he longed for the safety of the rooftops as he looked around seeing the evidence of carnage and destruction. The screams and howls of the dead and dying echoing inside his head as he moved forward extremely closely to his sister for comfort and big sis’ protection.

“Yep.” He answered after hearing her say something about Atrisia.

“Yep.” He responded again after she said something else.

His mind wholly focused on minding his step, watching the shadows, death gripping the hilt of his lightsaber, almost begging something to jump out at him to just get it over with. As they passed around the square, his heart beat, to his mind, matched the volume of the screams of the recently deceased echoes of life that covered the area.

The fear kept growing inside him, were Damsy to look back towards her fearless brother she’d see him shaking, trembling with fright.

“sniff sniff” came a sound from behind them. Something had snuck up upon them and was about to strike! But not today!

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!” Rann screamed with righteous fear fury, igniting his purple lightsaber and spinning around, prepared to end the….
Small, obviously alive child that had run to them for comfort.

The child fell down, backwards in fright with her eyes widened and reflecting the violet glow of Rann’s lightsaber. Her face showed silent fear, and instantly Rann deactivated his lightsaber and apologized “Ohhhhhhhh dang.” He said as his blade retreated back into the hilt, “I’m so sorry I uh..” he kneeled down “are you ok-“ he offered a hand, but immediately the girl jumped to her feet and ran away, moving towards the Square and the Jedi not too far away from them with quickness and speed that, frankly, amazed Rann.

Feeling his sister’s eyes upon him. He slowly rose to his feet and turned around.

immediately he got defensive, “What! I’m scared! It’s scary here!” He gestured around and then crossed his arms.

“… M’scared.”