Skirmish Hell's Coming With Me (NJP - Open to all Jedi and Criminals)

[Onlsaught]

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[Xa'tra Yylix]

Objective 1: Plunder the Temple
Tags: OPEN, Aidan Bard Novac Lyrikal Lyssara Thrynn
Equipment: Dorothy

The snap-hiss of igniting plasma echoed through the hall, a sound that signaled Xa'tra's offer of a "peaceful" robbery had been categorically declined.

The weapons in question made the situation significantly more interesting. It seemed these "monks" were actually Jedi, and this structure was, by extension, a Jedi Temple. Xa'tra's mandibles clicked in a rapid, rhythmic pulse of excitement. He had yet to add a Jedi to his tally, and those kyber-infused hilts were worth a small fortune on the black market.

Before he could crack a retort to the Padawans, a fourth presence approached from the rear, their own blade casting a harsh glow against his armorweave cloak. Four against one. So much for the legendary Jedi code of fairness.

"Well, I must admit," the bug hissed, his antennae swept back in a combat crouch, "I have never had the pleasure of deconstructing a Jedi before."

"I'M SURE THEY'LL LEAK JUST LIKE THE OTHERS!" Dorothy interrupted, her voice buzzing with a manic, electronic tremor.

"You can count on that, Dottie."

With a blur of motion that bordered on the supernatural, the Verpine ripped Dorothy from her holster. His insectoid reflexes were blinding, his nervous system processing the battlefield at a frequency no human could match. Two bolts erupted from the barrel in a single heartbeat, both aimed squarely at the HK unit's chassis.

Xa'tra wasn't a fool; the droid was the only one with a ranged weapon. Once the metal man was scrapped, he could pick off the glow-stick enthusiasts from a distance.

Without waiting to see the bolts impact, Xa'tra launched himself from the center of the room, leaping with the spring-loaded power of his chitinous legs. He landed facing the female Jedi who had flanked him, his movements jerky and unpredictable.

"High-ex," Xa'tra commanded.

"HIGH-EX!" Dorothy chirped back, her internal capacitors whining as she cycled her firing mode.

He hammered the trigger, rapidly emptying the remaining four rounds not at the Jedi's chest, but at her feet. The high-explosive blaster bolts slammed into the ancient granite floor, detonating on impact. Shrapnel and super-heated rock sprayed upward toward Lyssara Thrynn in a jagged cloud.

As the dust bloomed, Xa'tra flicked a release. The spent cartridges ejected from the hand cannon and he began slotting six fresh power cells into Dorothy's breach, his eyes never leaving his targets as he skittered backward to open the distance.

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[Lyssara Thrynn]

"Oh, you know, when it comes to experience with human life, I know quite a bit about deconstructing. That's precisely my specialty."

My eyes lower for a brief instant to see what falls to the ground in front of me. What are those things? In the next moment they explode, sending shrapnel flying in every direction along with the force of the blast itself, throwing me backward against the wall. My vision blurs for a second, just long enough to refocus. I realize my arms are burned slightly; I had thrown them in front of my face to shield myself, still gripping my ignited lightsaber tightly in my hand. Blood drips onto the floor beneath me.

Now, I am truly angry. I slowly raise my gaze toward him before speaking in Huttese.
"Chuba na noleeya doshic ko. An' bombad often poodoo end"
("You know, I understand your world. And it usually ends very, very badly...")

I start seeing red. I need to control myself. He dared touch me, stain me, wound me. Now I can strike back, can't I? I extend my free hand toward him, gathering a sphere of fire in my palm. I know how to attack from a distance too, Nightsister fire, green. I charge it slowly, wondering how he plans to handle this. I do a push with my hand for give an direction to my fireball.

"Fire Control, lesson one."

It is time to teach him how to dance...

Xa'tra Yylix Novac Lyrikal Aidan Bard

 

[Novac Lyrikal]

Lyssara Thrynn Aidan Bard Xa'tra Yylix

hk was the first to register the blaster fire. he was durable and could probably take the shots. but he knew any damage could be a weakness later in the fight so he moved to the right turning his body as he did. it wasnt a "oh no i need to get out of the way" dodge but rather a "i dont really need to dodge" dodge. at least thats what he was thinking until the first of the 2 shots graced his left shoulder. there was quite a bit of power in that shot and it left kairo(hk's name) with a buring red mark on his shoulder. the mix of dodging and being hit made him turn enough where the second shot missed him but made a small hole in his cape.

"ah you little!" hk said as he raised his blaster and started to fire. he didnt fire to much as he knew he had to reserve ammo for the fights to most likely come.

novac processed what happened the moment after lyssara got hit. "shit, lyssara! damn it, explosive shots?" novac quickly pulled out one of his blasters and shot next to the bug. it was somewhat mimicking what the bug did as novacs blasters where partical beam blasters. since the bug was clearly fast novac was more so testing his reaction time. he could have shot at the bug but if he dodged then he wouldn't be hit at all of course. but if novac did something similar and went for a scattered debris shot that had more of a chance of hitting. they weren't as strong as the talking gun but it was hopefully good enough.

 

[Aidan Bard]

✦ A LONG TIME AGO, IN A GALAXY FAR, FAR AWAY ✦

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Precognitive instincts caused his immediate preemptive action, he didn't know who would be hit, just that they would be. He braced his blade in front of him before realizing his Jedi comrades took on the hits. Lyssara Thrynn was nearly instantly injured, and Novac Lyrikal 's droid took blaster fire. This wasn't a fair fight, but the insectoid was going to fight well. That was definitive. Besides, both the droid and Jedi had reacted well to the blasterfire.
He thought to himself, it's smart to take on one enemy in numbers if they're alone, but he is not the major threat here. Three Jedi in one location is an idiot's play when there are numerous other parties, we're supposed to divide and conquer. It's why they never sent armies of Jedi to take care of threats, just a few and some pocket-change with the Republic Forces.
Aidan's stance stiffened as he stood straight and firm, he knew how it looked, but cowardly or not, he changed his objective. Aidan began to dash off in the direction he and Novac were already headed. "I'll continue to the east entrance," he calls behind him, "there are more pirates in the temple, after all."
Seeing as the threat waned, he ran as fast as he and Novac were originally, disappearing in only a few seconds down the hall to the entrance.

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END OF ENTRY

 

[Irulan Al-Zahir]

Objective Two: Attack The City
Irulan's NPC's: 12x Hapan Mercenaries. Armed with Blaster Rifles.
Possible Enemies: Kael Venn Faelyra Vynn


Commotion in the neighboring districts caused Irulan's head to turn with a slight frown. She listened in closer as she heard the sounds of the other criminal raiders either being cut down by Jedi defenders or being silenced from unknown means. The voices of Jedi going to help the citizens as well to evacuate them elsewhere. There was a wave of both concern and annoyance that washed over the Spice Princess's face It was clear that the Jedi did not devote all of their attention in protecting their temple. Some of them have come down to protect the people. Irulan looked back to her Hapan mercenaries and the civilians she had claimed as their own. The civilians were not fully entranced by the spiced products they were consuming, and thus they needed a bit more time for them to fully be malleable. Irulan debated whether or not it was worth the risk to wait for her narcotics to fully take affect.

The water supply of this district was already spiked with spice. So even if she did start her retreat far earlier than the others, she had come to do what she wished. Irulan had no intentions though, to abandon the people she had claimed, so she can offer them a much more fulfilling life on her homeworld. But perhaps if the Jedi do come here, they can see that her forces were not pillaging or looting. Just simply doing humanitarian assistance to the civilians Raiding was such a barbaric thing and what Irulan was doing is something far more elegant and kinder.

She turned to one of the Hapan mercenaries "Escort the most beautiful of the civilian populace to the back of the district and put them into homes. If any defender spots you, tell them you work for me and that you are ensuring that the most desirable are not taken by the criminals. We are going to p;lay the part of an independent do-gooder. Then if the Jedi come, they will find nothing but peace and tranquility."

The Hapan mercenary nodded her head and motioned for her fellow compatriots to begin rounding up certain civilians Then they began to herd them into homes to hide them. ​

 

[Faelyra Vynn]

Smoke had thickened into something that clung to the lungs. Faelyra could taste it now with every breath—ash, scorched fabric, something acrid she didn’t want to identify. The avenue she had been guiding civilians through had narrowed into a side thoroughfare between taller structures, the flow of fleeing bodies compressing into a panicked bottleneck.

Too slow. Too exposed. Her eyes flicked ahead—and her stomach dropped. Figures moved with purpose at the far end of the street. Not civilians. Not panicked. Organized. Weapons drawn, positioning deliberate, herding rather than scattering.

The Force around them felt different too. Not chaotic fear. Control. Predation. Faelyra slowed, one hand lifting instinctively as if she could physically hold the civilians behind her in place. A woman nearly ran into her back before stopping short, clutching a child to her chest.

"W-why are we stopping—?"

Faelyra didn’t answer right away. Her gaze stayed fixed forward. They were corralling them. Not random violence. Not looting. Taking. A cold knot twisted in her chest. No. No, no—

Her breath hitched, but she forced it steady. Think. She could not fight them head-on. Not like this. Not with civilians packed this tightly, not with blasters already leveled downrange. If panic surged now, people would run straight into fire. So she didn’t let it.

"Everyone… stay close," she said, quieter now, but with a thread of urgency that cut through the noise. "Please—stay together. Don’t run forward."

Her hand brushed her lightsaber at her hip. Didn’t ignite it. Not yet. Instead, she reached outward. The Force responded like a trembling current beneath her skin—fear everywhere, sharp and loud—but she pushed past it, searching for something more subtle.

Loose debris. Structural strain. Movement. Her eyes flicked upward. Above the street, a line of decorative shade panels stretched between buildings—lightweight, aesthetic… and barely anchored after the tremors from earlier detonations.

Faelyra swallowed. She didn’t need strength. Just enough. Her fingers curled slightly, trembling as she focused. Move…

At first, nothing. Then—A creak. Metal straining against its mounts. A second later, one of the panels tore free with a sharp, splintering snap, dropping at an angle before slamming down into the street ahead—not directly on anyone, but hard enough to scatter sparks, dust, and a sudden, choking cloud of particulate into the narrow corridor.

Screams erupted. But not forward. Sideways. "Now!" Faelyra urged, her voice breaking through the confusion. "This way—this way!" She pivoted sharply, guiding the civilians toward a narrow service alley she had passed moments before, using her body to redirect rather than force.

A man hesitated. "They’re—"

"I know!" she snapped, louder than she’d ever spoken in a crisis before. "Please—just move!" Something in her tone—fear, maybe, or conviction—was enough.

They moved. Faelyra stayed at the rear this time. Always the rear. Her eyes darted back toward the street where the mercenaries had been positioned, heart pounding so hard it blurred her hearing for a second. Through the settling dust and hanging fabric, she could feel them—still there, still organized, still dangerous.

And aware. Her breath caught. She didn’t try to hide from that realization. She just lifted her chin slightly, blue eyes fixed through the haze for the briefest moment—as if silently acknowledging the presence behind it. Not defiance. Not quite. But not yielding either.

Then she turned and slipped into the alley after the last civilian, pulling the stragglers along with a gentle but insistent grip. "Keep moving," she urged, softer again now, her earlier edge fading back into something more natural to her. "We’re not safe yet… but we’re getting there."

Behind them, the street still burned. Ahead—uncertain. But alive.

Location: Jordir, Chalacta
Objective: Protect the citizens of Chalacta
Outfit: Jedi Travel Robes
Allies: Jedi Praxeum
Potential Enemies: Irulan Al-Zahir | Rel Ahn-Dross

 

[Novac Lyrikal]

Aidan Bard Lyssara Thrynn Xa'tra Yylix

as novac fired the blaster aidan said that hes going to the exit. "got it, good thinking. stay safe, dont die, we'll probably be there soon"

before any else said or did anything novac quickly turned to hk, "kairo you good? call the other droids on the frigate get them down here, we need more defense for the temple."

kairo(hk) gave a quick response while putting his blaster on his back and pulling his sword out. "i am fine, minor damage. already tried, someone is interfering with communications. i am unable to"

 

[Xa'tra Yylix]

Objective 1: Kill the Jedi scum
Tags: OPEN, Lyssara Thrynn Novac Lyrikal
Equipment: Dorothy

Annoyingly, the HK-series droid, ancient as it was, possessed reaction times that could put any organic to shame. It jerked with a mechanical twitch, with one blaster bolt merely grazing its chassis with only superficial scoring.

In an instant, the droid's rotary blaster whined to life, unleashing a torrential onslaught. Red lances of energy chased Xa'tra as he scrambled toward a heavy, overturned bookshelf. He felt the searing heat as bolts hissed past, a few glancing off his armorweave cloak. The reinforced fabric held, but the kinetic impact rattled his exoskeleton.

That was close. Far too close for comfort.

"Okay, snake-skin!" Xa'tra clicked loudly from behind the cover of the books. "I gave you a chance! Now that HK unit is going to a scrapyard, and you're going in a body bag!"

Before the insect could return fire, the female Jedi, shrugging off the dust of his previous blasterfire, began chanting in a gutteral, rhythmic tongue. Xa'tra's struggled to understand; he assumed the stress had finally snapped her mind.

Then the air began to ripple. A swirling, sickly green fireball coalesced between her palms, illuminating the room in an emerald glare.

"OH KARK. WE NEED TO MOVE. NOW!" Dorothy shrieked, her vocoder hit a pitch of genuine alarm.

Xa'tra didn't need to be told twice. He pushed off with his powerful legs, leaping toward a massive marble pillar just as the fireball impacted his previous cover. The explosion was deafening, obliterating the shelves in a roar of green flame. The thermal wave was so intense it scorched the hem of his cloak and blackened the chitin of his leg.

"Fething witch! That's cheating!" Xa'tra hissed, though he knew better than most that 'fair' was a word used by losers and corpses.

"LET ME AT THOSE MEAT-BAGS!" Dorothy roared.

"Scatter-shot," the Verpine ordered.

"SCATTER-SHOT CONFIRMED!"

Peering from behind the sturdier marble, Xa'tra's compound eyes worked in overdrive, his brain processing thousands of micro-images to track every movement in the room with pinpoint precision. Not that he needed a sniper's touch for this.

He stepped out and hammered the trigger. Dorothy bucked in his hand as she expelled a wall of incandescent plasma. It was like a sentient shotgun, with each shot splintering into a dozen super-heated pellets that filled the corridor in a golden web of death.

He sent the first two bursts at the witch, aiming to disrupt her focus before she could cook him alive. The next two he sent toward the reptile and his droid.

The chaotic spread of the scatter-shot was a nightmare for lightsaber users; you couldn't deflect a cloud of plasma as easily as a single bolt. Xa'tra watched with grim satisfaction, waiting to see if his adversaries would panic or bleed.

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[Novac Lyrikal]

as a green fire ball exploded the nearby bookself novac couldnt help but me a little jealous. "dang nice" he said under his breath.

the bug was fast, maybe a little to fast in ways. that would be annoying to deal with. he dodged kairos blaster and his and lyssaras fire easily. he also returned fire just as fast. hk as usual reacted quickly raising his rotary blaster to block the shots coming towards him.

novac almost reacted to late, just barely disconnecting his 4 sabers, igniting them, and forming a small shield to block all the blasts. so he thought at least as one blast nicked his hood. the pain wasnt bad but it stung badly. novac let out a small grunt as he got hit but otherwise was fine.

kairo's blaster was now damaged, one of the barrels damaged, ammo pack was almost hit so it might not work right. the hk unit let out a annoyed beep as he removed the ammunition and dropped the blaster. it was heavy and would weigh him down. he drew his songsteel sword and began to rush at the bug.

Xa'tra Yylix

 

[Lyssara Thrynn]

Faced with this vermin narrowly dodging my fireball and rightly so for a giant insect, better to avoid it I can't help but smile, extinguishing my lightsaber and slipping it back into my sleeve. Eventually, I extend my hand forward and conjure a metal bow, styled after the Nightsisters'. He thinks he's safe up there on his pillar? Ah...

My eyes lower once more toward what he's firing at me. This time, I won't get caught off guard a second time. To block the insectoid's shots, I deploy a Force shield, absorbing the damage in my place. I then notice that the more drained damage it stops, the more energy it consumes — but considering the colossal amount of energy I possess, it should be fine, I think… I hope. The first time, I was surprised; now that the shock has passed, my vision has returned to normal, and I've calmed down.

You have to be methodical against this kind of insect. I watch the explosion collide against my Force shield, then take up my bow once again. While he's busy spraying fire at the other Jedi, I take the opportunity to do the same to him, firing one or two laser arrows in his direction.

"Cheating? It's true that we do tend to disregard the fundamental laws. What a strange weapon you have there. Does it have a name, or is it just decorative?"


That makes me sigh. I hold my bow and watch my arrows fly toward him.

Novac Lyrikal Xa'tra Yylix

 

[Kael Venn]

Objective: Protect the citizens of Chalacta.​

Allies: Jedi Paraxeum
Possible enemies: Irulan Al-Zahir
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Kael emerged from the smoke at the mouth of the alley just as the last civilians stumbled through behind Faelyra. Ash clung to his robes, and the glow of distant fires reflected faintly in his eyes as he looked past her toward the street they had escaped.

He could feel them too.

Organized. Hunting.

His jaw tightened.

Without a word, Kael stepped to the rear beside her, placing himself between the alley and the open street. His hand rested near his saber, though like hers, he did not ignite it yet.

“You did well,” he said quietly, breath slightly uneven from the run. “You kept them moving. That matters more than fighting.”

A blaster bolt suddenly hissed through the haze behind them, striking the alley wall close enough to shower sparks across the stone.

Kael reacted instantly.

His lightsaber ignited with a sharp snap-hiss of blue light, the blade catching a second bolt and throwing it back into the smoke-filled street beyond. The crack of return fire answered almost immediately.

“They found us.”

His gaze shifted briefly toward Faelyra, calm despite the danger pressing in around them.

“Keep leading the civilians. I’ll hold them here as long as I can.”

 

[Faelyra Vynn]

Faelyra thanked Kael Venn with a nod of her head and a timid smile.

The alley did not open into safety. It narrowed. Twisted. Choked. What had looked like an escape path became a funnel—too tight for the number of civilians now cramming through it, too uneven with debris to keep their pace. A toppled service cart blocked part of the route ahead, forcing people to squeeze around it one at a time.

Too slow. Faelyra felt it before she heard it. Boots. Measured. Closing. Her breath caught as she glanced back over her shoulder—and this time there was no mistaking it.

They had adjusted. The mercenaries were no longer waiting ahead. They were coming through. And despite Kael Venn’s aid, the civilians were going to be at risk.

Her pulse spiked, panic threatening to claw its way up her throat as the distance closed faster than the civilians could clear the obstruction. A child stumbled. Someone screamed. The entire line threatened to collapse inward on itself.

No. If they stopped here, it would be over. Faelyra turned fully this time, stepping backward once—then stopping. Her hand found her lightsaber. For a moment, she just held it there. She wasn’t ready for this. She knew she wasn’t.

Her training had never felt like this—not with lives pressed behind her, not with real intent bearing down on her like a closing vise. Not with it all coming down on her, no Master to lean on.

Her voice shook when she spoke. "Keep going." A few civilians hesitated, looking back at her. She swallowed, forcing more strength into it. "Don’t stop. Please—just keep moving!"

The mother with the children—the same one from earlier—stared at her, eyes wide with dawning realization. "Y-you’re coming too, right?"

Faelyra hesitated. Just for a heartbeat. Then she offered a small, fragile smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "I’ll be right behind you." It was a lie.

But it got them moving. Good. That was what mattered. She turned away from them before the expression could crack completely, stepping forward into the narrowing throat of the alley instead. Her fingers tightened around the hilt—

—and this time, she ignited it. A soft snap-hiss cut through the chaos as a silver blade sprang to life, its light casting pale reflections across the smoke and durasteel.

Her stance wasn’t perfect. Not polished. But it held. The first of the mercenaries rounded into view. Blasters already raised. Faelyra exhaled sharply—

—and stepped into them. The first bolt came fast. Too fast to think. Instinct carried her blade up, the shot glancing wide in a scatter of light that sparked off the wall behind her. The second came immediately after—she turned, barely catching it, the force of it rattling through her arms.

Too many. Too fast. She moved anyway. Closing the distance. That was the only way. Her boots slipped slightly on loose debris as she surged forward, the narrow alley forcing the mercenaries into tighter formation than they wanted. One fired again—too close now—and Faelyra deflected the bolt upward before continuing through the motion, her blade sweeping across his weapon and sending it clattering uselessly to the ground.

She didn’t linger. Didn’t want to. Another stepped in—she ducked clumsily under the swing of a rifle butt, heart hammering, and drove forward, her shoulder colliding with his chest hard enough to throw him off balance. Her blade flickered, catching the edge of armor, forcing him back with a shout.

A third shot grazed past her side. Heat flared. She gasped but didn’t stop. Behind her, she could still hear the civilians moving. That was enough. That had to be enough.

She pressed forward again, blade weaving defensively more than offensively, forcing space, forcing hesitation, forcing the mercenaries to deal with her instead of the fleeing crowd. For a moment—just a moment—it worked.

Two of them staggered back. One went down, disarmed and scrambling. Another misfired under pressure, his bolt slamming uselessly into the alley wall. Faelyra’s breathing came in sharp, uneven bursts, every movement burning more energy than she could afford. Her arms already trembled from the strain of deflection, from the sheer weight of keeping up.

And there were still more. Always more. A bolt slipped past her guard this time, striking her shoulder hard enough to spin her half a step. Pain lanced through her arm, white-hot and immediate.

Her grip faltered. Just enough. That was all it took. The next shot didn’t burn. It hit. A concussive crack of blue energy slammed into her center mass, and suddenly her body wasn’t hers anymore. Her limbs locked. The world snapped sideways.

She hit the ground hard, the breath tearing out of her lungs as the silver blade winked out, clattering free from her grasp. For a moment she couldn’t even feel where her hands were, only the violent tremor running through her nerves as the stun charge surged through her system.

No—She tried to move. Nothing answered. Boots surrounded her. Voices—blurred, indistinct. Hands grabbed her arms, hauling her upright with far less care than she had given anyone in this alley.

Her head lolled weakly as her vision struggled to focus, the world swimming in and out through a haze of pain and disorientation. The civilians—She couldn’t see them anymore. Good. Maybe that meant they’d made it.

Her lightsaber had skidded across the duracrete during her fall, spinning once—twice—before rolling toward the base of a nearby building, coming to rest half-hidden in shadow. Just out of reach. Faelyra tried to reach for it anyway. Her fingers barely twitched.

Then even that faded as she was dragged backward, boots scraping against the ground, deeper into mercenary control—toward whatever waited beyond them. Toward Irulan Al-Zahir . And the alley swallowed the last trace of her presence behind smoke and silence.

Location: Jordir, Chalacta
Objective: Protect the citizens of Chalacta
Outfit: Jedi Travel Robes
Allies: Jedi Praxeum | Kael Venn
Potential Enemies: Irulan Al-Zahir | Rel Ahn-Dross

 

[Irulan Al-Zahir]

Objective Two: Attack The City
Irulan's NPC's: 8x Hapan Mercenaries. Armed with Blaster Rifles.
Tags: Faelyra Vynn
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Things..went bad very fast it seems. Irulan had ordered her mercenaries to do specific orders. Of course they panicked when the Jedi came in and began to..resuce the civilians needed. So now instead of her being portrayed as a humanitarian, there is now a gunfight with the Jedi. Irulan in that moment decided to already begin to pull out of this operation with what she had. The remaining mercenaries that were not lost to this gunfight and other spectacles were then ordered to carry what civilians they had back to the ship. Irulan demanded speed and quickness, there will be time for pagentry later.

Irulan watched captives she had been guided to the ship, she noticed two of her mercenaries coming to her. The pair of them apparently had a..Jedi in their hands. Irulan raised an eyebrow as she looked to them. "...Put her in with the rest. Quickly, before one of their own notice that we have them. We are leaving." Irulan took one moment to inspect the Jedi, making sure that she had no tracking devices on her. Then Irulan along with the rest of the mercenaries would move to depart from the planet, with the Jedi in custody.