Karrigan'Xalda
Daughter of the Karishzar
[member="Laira Darkhold"], [member="Tempest"]
A curtain of mist had formed in front of the advancing allied troops, courtesy of Xalda's manipulations. It had covered their approach to an extent. Of course, infrared could see through it and many of the sharpshooters could use the Force to sense their prey. The Cataphracts had surged through the rain in a surge of exhaust, smoke trailing behind. They were big, obvious targets - and thus on what many of the Dominion troopers focused their fire on when the giants flew towards them. They were also kitted out in Power Armour and armed with an imposing array of weapons. Where they levelled their guns, they fashioned hell. The slug salvoes were more of a nuisance to them.
Behind them came the Silencers. Spreading out to provide support, they snipd enemies. Their stealthy armour and concealment helped them avoid detection. Still, allied soldiers fell. Xalda moved with them. She lacked a laser sword of her own, though she knew of these weapons from observation. Perhaps if she served her well on the field of death, the Karishzar would find her worthy of having such a weapon bestowed upon her.
Instead she carried a Sith sword. Slamming her fist into the ground, she produced a concussive wave that rippled across the ground to blow away a machine gun nest. All seemed to be going well. Then a hail of arrows shot through the air. Cataphract was struck. Needless to say the arrows did not penetrate his armour. Indeed, they shattered upon contact. But then she suddenly jerked as a huge surge of electricity coursed through her body. Not content with cooking her inside her armoured suit, the lightning spread. Acting akin to chain lightning, it arced over to nearby soldiers.
Struck by a bolt Xalda staggered. She dropped to a knee, breathing in. Cursing in Xio, she fed on her pain. Ahead of them a phalanx of armoured warriors wearing resplendent armour beneath Jedi robes, carrying longswords or halberds clashed with the Cataphracts. The ferocity of their assault had caused allied troops to be pushed back. They were losing ground to the enemy's relentless onslaught. Saito was up ahead, yelling commands and organising the counterattack. The Xioquo felt the spirits yell a warning and bolted, pushing the Panathan away before an arrow could strike her. Xalda grit her teeth, a small barrier of earth rising up to shield them, just as a rocket propelled grenade shot through the air.
There was no time for thank yous. "Silencers, back up the Cataphracts," Saito ordered. "Suppress, contain. Kobayashi, suppressive fire on the archers. Xalda, you with me?" she shook the Xioquo. Xalda's head had taken a hit.
"Yes," the Xioquo's pointed ears were ringing from the explosion. Pain was a path to enlightenment. She could not drown in it. She would swim.
"On your feet, soldier." Saito's Panathan accent was thick. Threads of power connected the Jedi warriors. Threads she could perceive. They went further back until all she saw was a void. But seeming absence of a presence still left ripples. The tell-tale signs of a buried presence. There was also another powerful presence closer to the forefront of battle, a Jedi warrior tearing through allied soldiers. A strong thread bound them. The bond seemed strongest there. Perhaps it would create a weakness if they cut the thread. "There's a powerful presence boosting them in the field. I'll go for him."
"This one will help!" Xalda insisted. Bullets were flying around her.
"No, go for that one. Think they're linked. Hold the line," the Panathan pointed a gauntlet-covered finger at the warrior. With that said, Saito activated her cloaking device, vanishing from sight. She also faded from Xalda's Force Senses, having wrapped an ethereal cloak around her presence. Xalda arose, a fire in her eyes.
Up ahead of her the allied forces clashed with the Ever Loyal Vanguard. The Cataphracts were far from inexperienced in fighting Force-Users. Their Ironside Power Armour gave them incredible strength and they carried sturdy battle shields. Their bolters belched heavy slugs and explosive bolts, while torrents of scalding heat emanated from their flamers. Up close their Sarixi blades and Sarzmigar polearms clashed with the enemy. A Warsinger inspired the Cataphracts acts of valour, chanting a song of honour and glory and reminding them that Kashara and her Radiant Daughter stood with them. Steeled by their burning faith and the example of their ancestors, the Qadiri did not yield. A vicious melee ensued as they clashed with the Jedi Vanguard. Huge Phrik hammer in hand, Sergeant Azadi Jai Avesta broke the arm of a Jedi charging her. The Silencers were backing them up, stunning or Force suppressing Jedi where possible or putting them under fire with precise sniping. But great power and fervour filled the phalanx of Jedi warriors. Warrior-priests of the Dominion, sworn to the cause of the Light unto death, they fought as ferociously as Yazgid. All Vanguards drew strength from each other, fighting as part of a greater whole. Their bodies were empowered by the Force, allowing them to endure great physical damage. Their minds were steeled by unerring zeal, amplifying their focus and willpower.
Xalda moved quickly. She needed to act. Lives were being lost. Even if some of them were Qadiri. After having fought for so long, her body was getting tired. She was running on adrenaline, determination and the power of the spirits. Rain soaked her armour. The Xioquo broke into a sprint, wrapping the power of the spirits around her like a cloak to keep her Force presence from being detected too soon.
Darting forward, she saw her quarry cutting through allied lines. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the red-maned human face off against two of the Jedi warriors. Focusing on her own target, Xalda harnessed the power of the spirits, dropping her cloak in the process. She lacked the strength to both utilise her powers while obfuscating herself at the same time.
In the same moment as the Jedi warrior clove through a Republican Guard with his enchanted sword, Xalda drew upon her gift of earth. Her lips moved, whispering an incantation. The plants and roots heeded her call. Rising from the earth, they sought to ensnare the Jedi. At the same time small spiked formed, trying to strike the Jedi while the plants sought to seize him with great force. Grabbed by the vines, the Jedi tried to fight off the ensnarement by hacking away at plants. Xalda poured more energy into the attack, seeking to tighten the plants' grip and envelope her enemy's limbs. Then she perceived a bright, white glow on her opponent's sword. A blast of blinding, holy light erupted from the Jedi towards her. She called upon her power in defence - and felt a searing pain.
Meanwhile, Saito had moved into position. The caster had concealed themselves, but she had followed the ripples. Little did the Panathan know that the Jedi Commander was a clone from the same line as Diona. Her name was Diane. The Panathan was close enough to feel her presence; how she filled the Vanguard with strength and vigour. Saito took cover behind some rocks. The Panathan was not capable of performing many of the feats that were so common among Force-Users. When she concentrated very hard, she was just about capable of lifting a small pebble. Every Master of the Force faced a choice between 'throwing stones' and 'reading ripples', between 'listening' or 'shouting all the time'. She had traded raw power for the ability to listen. That was what had led her to the caster. The energies of the Force writhed inside her.
This would be a long game. She needed to keep the Jedi Commander from casting. Crouching, she took aim. She raised the electronic sights of her rifle to her eye. Completely silent, it fired projectiles at high-velocity. For backup, she carried two sidearms. The Force enhanced her accuracy. Her breathing slowed, she took aim and squeezed the triggers. With luck, she would get a good shot at the caster, or distract her at least. She squeezed the trigger, firing. Saito ducked back into cover. Just a mili-second before her presence faded from sight once more, a powerful telekinetic wave rippled from the presumably injured caster...
A curtain of mist had formed in front of the advancing allied troops, courtesy of Xalda's manipulations. It had covered their approach to an extent. Of course, infrared could see through it and many of the sharpshooters could use the Force to sense their prey. The Cataphracts had surged through the rain in a surge of exhaust, smoke trailing behind. They were big, obvious targets - and thus on what many of the Dominion troopers focused their fire on when the giants flew towards them. They were also kitted out in Power Armour and armed with an imposing array of weapons. Where they levelled their guns, they fashioned hell. The slug salvoes were more of a nuisance to them.
Behind them came the Silencers. Spreading out to provide support, they snipd enemies. Their stealthy armour and concealment helped them avoid detection. Still, allied soldiers fell. Xalda moved with them. She lacked a laser sword of her own, though she knew of these weapons from observation. Perhaps if she served her well on the field of death, the Karishzar would find her worthy of having such a weapon bestowed upon her.
Instead she carried a Sith sword. Slamming her fist into the ground, she produced a concussive wave that rippled across the ground to blow away a machine gun nest. All seemed to be going well. Then a hail of arrows shot through the air. Cataphract was struck. Needless to say the arrows did not penetrate his armour. Indeed, they shattered upon contact. But then she suddenly jerked as a huge surge of electricity coursed through her body. Not content with cooking her inside her armoured suit, the lightning spread. Acting akin to chain lightning, it arced over to nearby soldiers.
Struck by a bolt Xalda staggered. She dropped to a knee, breathing in. Cursing in Xio, she fed on her pain. Ahead of them a phalanx of armoured warriors wearing resplendent armour beneath Jedi robes, carrying longswords or halberds clashed with the Cataphracts. The ferocity of their assault had caused allied troops to be pushed back. They were losing ground to the enemy's relentless onslaught. Saito was up ahead, yelling commands and organising the counterattack. The Xioquo felt the spirits yell a warning and bolted, pushing the Panathan away before an arrow could strike her. Xalda grit her teeth, a small barrier of earth rising up to shield them, just as a rocket propelled grenade shot through the air.
There was no time for thank yous. "Silencers, back up the Cataphracts," Saito ordered. "Suppress, contain. Kobayashi, suppressive fire on the archers. Xalda, you with me?" she shook the Xioquo. Xalda's head had taken a hit.
"Yes," the Xioquo's pointed ears were ringing from the explosion. Pain was a path to enlightenment. She could not drown in it. She would swim.
"On your feet, soldier." Saito's Panathan accent was thick. Threads of power connected the Jedi warriors. Threads she could perceive. They went further back until all she saw was a void. But seeming absence of a presence still left ripples. The tell-tale signs of a buried presence. There was also another powerful presence closer to the forefront of battle, a Jedi warrior tearing through allied soldiers. A strong thread bound them. The bond seemed strongest there. Perhaps it would create a weakness if they cut the thread. "There's a powerful presence boosting them in the field. I'll go for him."
"This one will help!" Xalda insisted. Bullets were flying around her.
"No, go for that one. Think they're linked. Hold the line," the Panathan pointed a gauntlet-covered finger at the warrior. With that said, Saito activated her cloaking device, vanishing from sight. She also faded from Xalda's Force Senses, having wrapped an ethereal cloak around her presence. Xalda arose, a fire in her eyes.
Up ahead of her the allied forces clashed with the Ever Loyal Vanguard. The Cataphracts were far from inexperienced in fighting Force-Users. Their Ironside Power Armour gave them incredible strength and they carried sturdy battle shields. Their bolters belched heavy slugs and explosive bolts, while torrents of scalding heat emanated from their flamers. Up close their Sarixi blades and Sarzmigar polearms clashed with the enemy. A Warsinger inspired the Cataphracts acts of valour, chanting a song of honour and glory and reminding them that Kashara and her Radiant Daughter stood with them. Steeled by their burning faith and the example of their ancestors, the Qadiri did not yield. A vicious melee ensued as they clashed with the Jedi Vanguard. Huge Phrik hammer in hand, Sergeant Azadi Jai Avesta broke the arm of a Jedi charging her. The Silencers were backing them up, stunning or Force suppressing Jedi where possible or putting them under fire with precise sniping. But great power and fervour filled the phalanx of Jedi warriors. Warrior-priests of the Dominion, sworn to the cause of the Light unto death, they fought as ferociously as Yazgid. All Vanguards drew strength from each other, fighting as part of a greater whole. Their bodies were empowered by the Force, allowing them to endure great physical damage. Their minds were steeled by unerring zeal, amplifying their focus and willpower.
Xalda moved quickly. She needed to act. Lives were being lost. Even if some of them were Qadiri. After having fought for so long, her body was getting tired. She was running on adrenaline, determination and the power of the spirits. Rain soaked her armour. The Xioquo broke into a sprint, wrapping the power of the spirits around her like a cloak to keep her Force presence from being detected too soon.
Darting forward, she saw her quarry cutting through allied lines. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the red-maned human face off against two of the Jedi warriors. Focusing on her own target, Xalda harnessed the power of the spirits, dropping her cloak in the process. She lacked the strength to both utilise her powers while obfuscating herself at the same time.
In the same moment as the Jedi warrior clove through a Republican Guard with his enchanted sword, Xalda drew upon her gift of earth. Her lips moved, whispering an incantation. The plants and roots heeded her call. Rising from the earth, they sought to ensnare the Jedi. At the same time small spiked formed, trying to strike the Jedi while the plants sought to seize him with great force. Grabbed by the vines, the Jedi tried to fight off the ensnarement by hacking away at plants. Xalda poured more energy into the attack, seeking to tighten the plants' grip and envelope her enemy's limbs. Then she perceived a bright, white glow on her opponent's sword. A blast of blinding, holy light erupted from the Jedi towards her. She called upon her power in defence - and felt a searing pain.
Meanwhile, Saito had moved into position. The caster had concealed themselves, but she had followed the ripples. Little did the Panathan know that the Jedi Commander was a clone from the same line as Diona. Her name was Diane. The Panathan was close enough to feel her presence; how she filled the Vanguard with strength and vigour. Saito took cover behind some rocks. The Panathan was not capable of performing many of the feats that were so common among Force-Users. When she concentrated very hard, she was just about capable of lifting a small pebble. Every Master of the Force faced a choice between 'throwing stones' and 'reading ripples', between 'listening' or 'shouting all the time'. She had traded raw power for the ability to listen. That was what had led her to the caster. The energies of the Force writhed inside her.
This would be a long game. She needed to keep the Jedi Commander from casting. Crouching, she took aim. She raised the electronic sights of her rifle to her eye. Completely silent, it fired projectiles at high-velocity. For backup, she carried two sidearms. The Force enhanced her accuracy. Her breathing slowed, she took aim and squeezed the triggers. With luck, she would get a good shot at the caster, or distract her at least. She squeezed the trigger, firing. Saito ducked back into cover. Just a mili-second before her presence faded from sight once more, a powerful telekinetic wave rippled from the presumably injured caster...