Jetii delenda est [ Mandalorian Raid of Ossus vs. SJO ]

[Marcus Lok]

Objective: Take the Gun
Allies: Mandos
Enemies: Jetii and their gun toting subordinates
Location: South of Aegis (Marshland)

Marcus nodded as soon as Dariak mentioned the fact that this was his own detatchment and they would be under his command, after all, they were his men. As the subject drew more towards the blatant fact that any approach via rocket pack would ultimately result in annihilation or worse, Marcus was all too happy to hear what the older vode had to say and he was impressed with the simplicity that would make it achievable. It was quite dark outside... At least for the time being, and this could only afford them a better chance of slipping through the minefield with their scanning equipment. It would be one hell of a walk, but Marcus was willing to accept the fact for a chance at that gun.

"Right... We'll have to clear a path as quickly as we can, I don't like the idea of waiting around in that clearing for too long."

Marcus took the belt graciously, soon snapping the buckle at the waist. It was calibrated with a few minor adjustments and with his comrades following in suit, he could not help but smirk at how they might really catch the Silver troopers with their pants down. The task ahead of the party would be difficult, even providing they got access to the right panels that he would need to mess about with in order to gain control of the turret's targeting systems long enough to deal some damage before the Silvers got wise and destroyed the gun with their own. He began to map key targets in his head based on what he could see from their current position at the edge of the marsh land and he was not totally impressed with what he might be able to do. From what it seemed, he may be able to seriously soften up the trenches for the rest of the men that would be charging in and another juicy target might be the comms tower that blinked idly under the protective cover of the shield.

"I guess we're just waiting on the order then? What is the northern force chatting about?"

[member="Brent Warnel"] / [member="Neskar A'toll"] / [member="Dariak Talesa"] / [member="Grim Vizsla"] / [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] / [member="Kami Meran"] / [member="Ronan Vizsla"] / [member="Kalad Shysa"] / [member="Verz Horak"] / [member="Sorel Crieff"] / [member="Draconis Caesar"]​

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Objective: Defend the Jedi Temple
Location: Aegis Base
Allies: [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | Order of the Silver Jedi
Enemies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Ijaat Mereel"] | Sith and Mandos

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In the jungle that surrounded the Temple, there was life. The strong presence of many men and women moving though the dense jungle toward them, the sky above flashing with ships and burning chunks of meteor not large enough to make an impact, in fact the shower almost seemed like some of design . . not natural. It was odd this silence that filled the air around them, the alarm of nature resounded with the nothingness as all creatures of the jungle had vanished. They knew what was to come, they had seen it before no doubt over many many years of the history of Ossus. And they would never understand the stupidity of beings that engage in war, in death without cause save for the intention of suffering.

The sound of Thurion's voice almost make her jump as she snapped out of her momentary thoughts. His words cutting across communications channels to reach out to those that still might possess the capacity for rational thought. Some would receive the message, some not, but if his words give them pause for just a moment to think about this situation, to question their reason for being here, it would be something. The Sith, she knew, would scoff at the words but she hope the Mandalorians had more valour in their hearts. She sighed however, she knew it was futile.

Yet, she will stand steadfast against whatever would come to pass on this day. And stand strong alongside her husband in the battle.

 

[Sorel Crieff]

Location: West of Aegis Base
Allies: The Force, Mechu Macture
Likely encounters: [member="Enyo Typhos"]
Enemies: "The Sith are the constant enemy of the Jedi"

Sorel did not question the cosmic power that guided her, she merely complied. Many saw that as a weakness, whereas she saw it as a strength. Even Jedi challenged her from time to time for her willingness to be led without question. Yet in her mind, she was a servant not only of the Jedi, but of the Force. If she was here to do its bidding, then it was as powerful an ally as any Jedi could ask for. In her mind, the moment she questioned or doubted it, the alliance would be compromised.

A steep walk had given way to a climb. She used her grappling spike where necessary and pressed on. Her bracelet – an early gift from her Master – was an invaluable aid. It regulated her temperature and so she did not encounter the discomfort of overheating as she climbed. And at points where the grappling rope was insufficient to make good progress, she used Force Valor. She’d already trained one of her Padawans in the ability. She was not yet proficient enough to boost the performance of allies – she suspected this would come in time – but she was sufficiently proficient to use it to boost her speed and strength to make short work of the climb.

Her progress was unerring, as if she were locked on to a target – which she most likely was – she just didn’t know what it was yet. And she had no concept of pace – she was merely heading in the direction she sensed was correct.

Her Jedi cloak billowed in the breeze but it was not yet a hindrance to climbing, so she continued her progress – dogged yet patient, determined yet calm.

 

[Darth Abyss]

Location: Jungle somewhere below the temple
Allies: [member="Calina Ovmar"] [member="Darth Carnifex"] @Darth Prazitus [member="The Rusted Queen"] [member="Darth Ignus"] [member="Phax"] [member="Kevros Kovani"]
Enemies: Jedi and Mandos [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]
Objective: The act of a lifetime
Gear: In bio

As the woman came closer to him, he began to gasp and rattle, twisting his body slightly like in great pain ans agony. His expression transformed into a grimace of pain and struggle as he moved his head to the side to look at her, years of experience in acting like someone else and even more years filled with real pain helping him to make this act as realistic as possible.

"Hel .. help me."

He began to violently chough, the Impuls shaking through his body. Slowly he pulled his legs to his stomach, his hand grasping for her, like a blind man drowning in the vastness of the sea.

"M ... my master. He left me to die ..."

A single tear began to run down his face, running down from his yellow eyes over his pale skin until it finally meet the ground. It was a bit much, he was fully aware of that, but if he had done his job right until now, then the jedi should have mercy. After all he wasn't dead yet.

"He said, I was to ... to weak to be a sith. He left me ..."

Suddenly his eyes rolled and all energy seemingly left his body, the only sign of live that was left was a slow and irregular breathing.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TchHlLC80-w​

Objective: Meet w/ [member="Ijaat Mereel"]
Location: Aegis Base
Allies: [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | Order of the Silver Jedi
Enemies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | Sith & Mandalorians

There was no way of knowing whether the Mandos would even pick up his message, much less actually listen. He put down the commlink, handing it back to the communications operator, and turned to his wife. His body moved on its own as he stepped towards her and wrapped his arms around her. If all hell was about to break loose around them, then he wished for one last moment of peace and comfort. Nothing could ever soothe him more than to hold his beloved in troubled times. He thanked the Force and gods alike that their children were not present.

Then suddenly, the comms operator reported activity on one of the frequencies. A strange voice, most likely belonging to a droid, was responding to the Grandmaster's message. "Message coming in, sir."

The message spoke of a willingness to meet, face to face out in the open. It was short and to the point, leaving nothing to the imagination. Such was the Mandalorian way, he'd understood. "It might be a trap, Grandmaster," the colonel weighed in. "The moment you set foot outside they'll have snipers picking you off." Thurion never faced away from Coci as she remained in his arms, his gaze locked with hers. He simply offered her a gentle smile and a nod of his head, letting her know he was indeed going out there to meet with whoever sent that message.

He would then lean in for a kiss, his lips upon hers as his fingers caressed her black hair. Once their kiss came to an end he took her hand and placed another kiss upon her wedding ring. "I will be back," he vowed to her, with a burning sincerity in his eyes. "Colonel," he spoke, eyes still locked on his wife's. "If there is any chance at peace here today, even with just one man, it will be worth any risk." The old veteran nodded in response, throwing up a salute as Thurion finally let go of Coci to stand before the main gate. "Open up," came the colonel's command. "And make ready to close it as soon as the Grandmaster sets foot outside."

Lightsaber clipped to his belt, Thurion strode out into no-man's land where he soon found the lone Mandalorian waiting for him. As the gate shut behind him, he cautiously walked up to the man currently sitting on his own helmet enjoying a lit cigarra. He chose to remain at a distance for the time being, and without saying a word he quietly found a fallen tree trunk to sit on opposite the lone man. "You know those are bad for your health," he finally broke the silence.

 

[Kami Meran]

Objective: Take the Gun
Allies: Marcus and the Mandos. (now there is a band name)
Enemies: them other lot
Location: South of Aegis (Marshland)
[member="Marcus Lok"]

At a full run Kami bolted her way to the Gun.
only to see a fellow mando land on a mine
" sorry mate. " she cursed not breaking stride. as two medics attended to the fallen mando.
tosing her chakrams she avoined the mines

 

[Aela Talith]

Location: Temple Library
Allies: [member="Jamie Pyne"]
Enemies: Invaders

Aela wasn’t completely oblivious, she’d obviously noticed the alerts within the Temple but she had no idea what was going on.

The Jedi Marshall wasn’t really clued into the operations of the Silver Jedi, and even fi she was...well she had no comm-link. As Jamie barraged her with an assault of question Aela simply shook her head. There was no telling what was going on, at least not from where they currently where. They would have to head out from the library and see if they couldn’t find out some information. ”No I don’t know.”

She told Jamie.

”Let’s head to the perimeter.” She said quietly. ”See if we can’t find someone who can tell us what’s going on.”

Aela didn’t wait for Jamie’s Response.

If the Silver Jedi’s younglings were being ushered into the inner sanctum Aela could only guess that whatever was happening wasn’t good, and that meant fighting. She frowned slightly, flexing her fingers and giving a slight sigh. There was always more fighting to do.

Always.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o_l4Ab5FRwM​

Location: Ossus, plains outside Aegis Base​

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A snort, and an exhaled plume of grey-blue smoke as Ijaat ground the butt of the cigarra against his helmet and stuck it between the band of his hat. It was true, the things would wind up killing him. They had toxins, sludged his lungs, and would likely even give him cancer. But at times like these, he channeled a bit of his old life and found himself craving one. But nevertheless, this day was not about his frankly terrible life choices. So he stood, slowly. Deliberately he dropped the clip and racked the slide to his rifle and let them fall next to the head of his hammer on the ground. Similar was done to the DE-10, the keldabe cannon, and close to half a dozen other knives and blasters. Then came the crushgauntlets covering his hands. They dropped to the earth with a thudding finality, and he took three steps from them, his back turned to them, and offered his hand to Thurion in greeting.

"I'm assuming it's safe to say you are the Grandmaster and not a health advisor. But if not, that cigarra is practically a healthy choice for me. But I sincerely hope that's not why you are here. I never listened to my wife on this matter, and you're not nearly so shapely. But I invited you here because you claim to want peace. Mereel will listen. Vizsla never will. They have latched onto thin excuses to reignite the crusade. In that Chaos they will likely reignite the flames of the Kyr'stad, and leave us in ruins. If the Sole Ruler commands me, I cannot disobey the order in war. But, how I interpret and enact that order is of my choosing. And will be determined this day, by you. Will you speak?"

The accent that rolled had the heavy clip and backwoods drawl of Concord Dawn just barely. But a sturdy polish of civilization stood out. It might be a new body, but the mind played a heavy role here. His wife had insisted he not neglect his mind for battle while they were wed. Instructors, holovids, lectures. He studied metallurgy and science as best he could from every person he could. The accent grew to be an anomaly to most, almost impossible to place where he was from. But couple the intellectual bearing with the statement of disarming himself, even if it was only symbolic... Ijaat was not like most of those who had taken the field today.

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

// Outer Rim Territories \\​

Auril Sector, Adega System, Ossus​

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Despite his bulky frame and heavy armor Carnifex moved quite nimbly through the dense undergrowth of the Ossusian forests, the foliage blurring in his peripherals as he thundered on through. The battle that was to come had not yet begun, but the tension was there in the air ready to boil over at the slightest provocation. His quarry had moved from the safety of that impenetrable redoubt, for what he couldn't say, but it opened up a whole new realm of possibilities that he could exploit if given the opportunity. He could sense them all now, Mandalorians and Jedi alike, milling about behind their defensive lines silently daring one another to make the first real move.

They'd need a helping hand, and he was a generous benefactor.

His advance slowed to a crawl as he neared the forests edge somewhere along the flanks of the Mandalorian staging area, his footfalls smothered by the Force and his presence shrouded in secrecy. With a single leap he hauled himself up into the sturdiest of trees, bracing himself against the trunk as he peered out into the desolation at the foot of Aegis. There stood [member="Thurion Heavenshield"], and on his opposite was [member="Ijaat Mereel"], a man that Carnifex had no relations with. They were speaking, and even with his advanced hearing they were too far away to accurately discern what their conversation was about. Still, diplomacy was unbecoming of what he desired.

He desired violence.

He reached down, and one of his contemporaries handed him an MP-1 Mandalorian Slugthrower Rifle, which had already been locked and loaded with a singular slug, a gift that he had acquired through his kinship within the upper echelons of Mandalorian society. He hefted the rifle and propped it against his knee as he lined up a shot with Thurion, his age old Imperial agent training superseding that of his Sith's, and brought the target reticle to idle over the Grandmaster's torso, mainly the lower flank bordering his stomach. He took in all variables, wind, distance, everything. He had performed long-range shots like this a thousand thousand times over in his youth, and while he relied more on the Force than a mortal weapon these days he never forgot what to account for and how to properly use such a firearm.

His finger squeezed down on the trigger, and the slug was flung from the barrel towards the Grandmaster at high velocity.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Location: The Temple Perimeter
Allies: Those with him
Enemies: Those against him

Connor Harrison stood and watched.

From atop a plateau tucked away across from the Jedi Temple that he had visited dozens of times, studied in and trained in and taught in, he watched the skies as fighters tore through each other in high orbit, frigates peeked out of low lying cloud and what looked like debris or meteors burning up as they fell to the ground.

On the ground, forces were clashing and picking out each other for battle – the Jedi and the unmistakable grunts that made up the Mandalorian hordes. Trees were snapped in two. Fire scorched the grasslands. Rubble kicked up from blaster bolts.

His senses were alive with sights, sounds and smells of battle. How it pained him – truly pained him! Yet again he had been let down by the sides who preached about peace and stability. Nobody missed Charzon Loulan. Who would? However for having broken her neck and left her atop a mound of burning rubble on Korriban to quell the bloodlust between vying Factions out for the Silvers, here they were. Going at it again; a mindless battle on both parts. Men and women would fall. Property destroyed. And for what. He had killed for the greater good – and even that sacrifice had been worthless.

Everyone would lick their wounds once the blood had dried and the bodies buried. They’d pass false hope, cheer as one and backslap and get ready to do it all again the next time ego was hurt.

Blue eyes flicked left, and then right. Up to the skies and down to the ground. It hadn’t been too long since he had been here with Aria and Jamie, albeit briefly. How different it looked now. How fake it looked.

Flexing his left hand a little to stir the muscle, wonderfully fixed by the even more wonderful Doctor Irajah Ven, he bore an impassive look and one not of concern or worry. He wasn’t concerned or worried – because it had been him more concerned and worried about himself than any of his so called friends and brothers and sisters. Drongar proved that. Aria had vanished. They’d all left him at one point. All lied, mocked and pandered and judged him. Underestimated him.

So be it.

The sound of battle was electric. It proved more than anything that both sides were not worth his time, his sacrifice and his strength. With a call to the right person, he could probably end the lot of them right now with the allies and firepower he had discovered willing to help him

Connor Harrison stood and watched.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UWUWVGGw8rQ

 

[Causstik Rahn]

Allies: Mandos
Enemies: Everyone else
Location: Near [member="Kevros Kovani"] and Co.

Forces:
600 Trandoshans, 24 Drouks, 12 Rancors

Ships:
Scorekeeper, 2 MC40a Light Cruisers

The Scorekeeper and the MC40a light cruisers came into orbit. No fire hailed them as some sort of cease fire had been called. This will be proving to be their down fall Causstik thought as he sat in his cramped pod. He was surrounded by his fellow Trandoshan warriors in the massive pod capable of carrying hole platoons. It was a simple design. Square and with no thrusters, to avoid heat signatures. Simple wing flaps would guide them down. Klaxons sounded and Causstik knew they were to begin their descent.

There was a lurch as the wind was sucked out of the hangar and the pod scraped against the hull. There was a moment of complete zero gravity as the ship slipped into the void of space. It drifted through the upper atmosphere and quickly built speed. Wind whistled by the pod and the shuttles grew red hot. Clouds evaporated upon their hulls and steam arose in their place. Then all at once the shuttle jerked and skidded through the dense forest green. Tress were torn apart and earth was thrown up in mounds. The pod stopped and the four sides opened with a hiss.

Causstik and his Trandoshans charged into the jungle and he saw his troops had landed in the desired vicinity. He and his army rendezvoused on his location. Massive Rancors and hulking Drouks towered above the tree line. Great beast mounted with weapons for war. They had been starved for days and were ravenous now. The Trandoshans were hungry as well, but not for flesh as the war beast were. But, for battle. They were eager to prove themselves and gain their first trophies.

The jungle was their natural habitat. They had trained to hunt in places such as these their whole life. The memories of Wassakah returned to him and his tongue tasted the air. He was sent back to his first kill. He felt the teeth of his knife dig into the man’s scalp. The slight tug and ripping sound as the top of his skull came free. Some Trandoshans had begun to Frenzy at the thought. He felt an aching in his loins that only the kill would satisfy. Blood would flow.

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EbI0cMyyw_M[/media]​

 

[Lina Djo]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Location[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]: Space - a micro-jump from Ossus[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6667px]Allies[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]: Sith [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="The Rusted Queen"] [member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Darth Ignus"] [member="Kevros Kovani"] [member="Phax"] @Tubal Shaon[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6667px]Enemies[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]: Jedi & Mandalorians[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6667px]Objective[/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]: Wait for the signal.[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6667px]Bridge of the [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]Femme Fatale[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Contact!” came a cry from Anaya’s left. The display flickered as two ships exited hyperspace ahead of them, marked as blue spots on the display before her. She felt no immediate danger from them. Tilting her head she frowned as the tag scorekeeper came up.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Identify.” Barked the Captain, clearly agitated.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“They’re mandalorian, sir.” responded.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Of course they are.” snapped Anaya “Who does the ship belong to? What name is it associated with.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]There was silence for a moment as the petty officer frantically searched for the information, sweat beading on her forehead. She hardly wanted to be the one to upset the Lady Fen so early on in their mission. “Causstik Rahn, my lady.” Anaya nodded and turned her attention back to the display as the markers shifted colour to red. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Their attention is planetside, my lady.” Anaya waved a hand to silence him. So long as it was Larraq, Anaya was not concerned. She turned her attention the comms officer.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“How close are we to listening to the mandalorians?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Ten, maybe fifteen minutes, my lady.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“Make it five.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]She paused as the voice of the grandmaster reached her ears, stretching across all comm frequencies. A smile formed on her face widening as the message ended. “Fool.” she spat. “You can’t negotiate with mandalorians.” She rose from her chair descending the dais to stand with the Captain. “Can you see it, Alastair?” she asked “Can you taste our revenge?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Captain Crowley knew better than to voice his doubt. “Yes, my Lady.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]***[/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=14.6667px]Hangar Bay of the [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]Femme Fatale[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14.6667px]The four silver briefcases were separated, three placed in each of the transports and with them five mercenaries. Their role? To ensure that the contents of the case reached the ground, one way or another. Calina sat on the floor amidst the ships, the last briefcase in front of her. Around her the mercenaries waited, passing the time with card games and jokes to ease the tension.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]Not all of them would come back, they knew that, she knew that and Anaya had known that. She had to hand it to her mother, she had chosen the men for the task with great care. Their reward if they succeeded, a large sum of money. If they died, it would be doubled and passed to their families. If they survived, their debts would be cleared and they would be free to go.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]A suicide run, in return for freedom and comfort.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]She reached for the case clips, flicking them open and raising the lid. It hiss ominously, spewing cold air at her in a small cloud of mist. The case was packed full of cooling aids, in its centre a square of black foam, a palm sized vial of green liquid set inside it.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.6667px]“You should close that, lass” One of the mercs suggested nervously. “Trihexalon ain’t stable unless it’s kept cool.”[/SIZE]


[SIZE=14.6667px]“That,” she replied coolly, sealing the case once more. “I am well aware of.”[/SIZE]

 

[Orion Darkstar]

Location: A few hundred yards from [member="Causstik Rahn"]
Allies: Sith | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Darth Ignus"] | [member="Phax"] | [member="Calina Ovmar"]
Enemies: [member="Causstik Rahn"] | Jedi | Mandalorians
Objective: Survive the unexpected arrival of Trandoshans | Sabotage Jedi Defenses.

Kevros had been wandering towards the temple for some time. The thick, lush vegetation that greeted him forced a disfavoring grin. While the jungle would provide ample amounts of cover, he hated dealing with the thorns and insects wavering about. The humid air alone made him reconsider, but there was no time to be petty. He had to reach the walls and find a way in strategically. If it were that simple he would have already been done with it. The galaxy had thrown many things at the tactful sith, but nothing had prepared him for the terror soon to come.

The sith acolyte slithered about, silently making his way forward. The buzzing of the hard-shelled vermin caused him to swat away the infested nuisances. Unsure of what he heard next made him press up against the rough bark of a wide trunk. His golden mask peered out from behind to find nothing. The jungle had gone dormant once more. The force pulled at him like a writhing needle prodding his instinctive senses. Something was coming, or worse; was already there with him. Pushing himself off of the trunk he ran to a higher vantage point, the canopy overhead slightly giving view to the sky.

His green jewels for eyes tilted upward, turning to slits in a moments notice. Like thunder and lightning the pods descended into the engulfing flora of trees and vines. Snaps and metal clinging were heard in the distance. Kevros ducked lower the sound of drums reaching his ears.

An Army?

There was no time to consider what would come next. The continued thumping of the Trandoshans feet swarmed the inner areas of the jungle. Luckily, Kevros was a few hundred yards away from the new threat. The reptilian savages continued past him as he spotted a peculiar Trandoshan, standing confident, defiant in his stance. Not only was he different he had command of the war-band that now threaten his life.

Waiting for most of the bloodthirsty warriors to pass Kevros started to close in on the scaly warrior. The thought of combat with a trandoshan would prove difficult, but what was even more exciting was the prospect of another test subject. If Kevros could maim and capture, his studies would go even further. Sickening thoughts encouraged him onward as images of torture and alchemic experiments reached his mind. A sinister smirk curled onto his lips, his mask hiding the evil expression.

If I can't do what I came to...I'll have to settle for a new pet.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=94bGzWyHbu0

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

LOCATION: Jungle, around 1-2km west of Aegis Base
[member="Darth Abyss"]

Pain contorted him, wracked him, dragged out a confession of sorts. She couldn't quite tell whether he was acting, or the extent to which he was acting, or how much of his pain came from his wounds and how much from the brief touch of the Ankarres Sapphre. Pity and wariness stirred in her in equal measure.

She stood and backed off by two precise paces. "I can help you," she said, spinning the Sapphire around her hand by its chain until it thudded into her palm. "I can heal you, though it won't restore your energy. First I'm going to take your weapons off you, because I'm not an idiot."

She raised her other hand, two fingers tucked around the inert lightfoil's handle, and began telekinetically tugging on whatever weapons she could spot or sense. If he was tricking her, this might be the time when he would make a move -- reorient and activate a flying lightsabre, perhaps. That was a classic. Or maybe...

Well, no point in overthinking it. All she had to do now was stay aware, stay alert to the moment. A blue healing radiance began to shine around the fist that held the Ankarres Sapphire, and Abyss would begin to feel a mild healing effect on his surface wounds.

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Objective: Meet w/ [member="Ijaat Mereel"]
Location: No-Man's Land
Allies: [member="Coci Heavenshield"] | Order of the Silver Jedi
Enemies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | Mandalorians & Sith

Thurion let out a chuckle, thumbs casually twiddling in his lap. "It's not advice when it comes to smoking. I like to refer to it as common sense, but that's neither here or there." With the lone Mandalorian having disarmed as a token of trust, the Jedi promptly presented his lightsaber and placed it at his feet before shaking the man's hand. "I am Thurion Heavenshield, Grandmaster of the Order of the Silver Jedi." He looked the man in the eye, noting what he'd seen in many Mando'ade; the same values of strength and struggle. "I will speak. Thank you for being willing to listen," he spoke with genuine sincerity.

"It is as I said; the Jedi want peace with the Mandalorians, be it the United Clans or the Crusaders. At this very moment both sides are staring down the barrel of their guns, and the moment either side pulls the trigger there will be no stopping it. Many lives will be lost on both sides, and neither Mandalorian nor Jedi will feel victorious once the dust settles." Thurion took a step closer, face etched in concern as his voice lowered. "But that is not the worst of it." He looked over Ijaat's shoulder as he spoke, scanning the treeline behind him. "I sense a great darkness gathering like stormclouds. Agents of the Sith are moving into position, to strike when we are busy tearing each other apart."

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "We only learned of a Mandalorian delegation after the fact. I know it's not the best excuse or explanation, but there it is. It was never our intention to insult the Clans by not showing up. I offer my sincere apologies to you and yours." He bowed his head to the Mandalorian. "The Sith will be the only ones to gain from war between us. That is why it is imperative that we keep the peace, no matter the cost. Should we go to war, one side will end up wiping the other out, and then they will rise to lay waste to whatever is left of the victor. The fate of the galaxy may very well hinge on this day not turning into a bloodbath." He stepped back to his tree trunk, about to resume his seat when suddenly a shot was heard in the distance...

 

[Julius Sedaire]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cN9jTnxv0RU​

[member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Coci Heavenshield"]​

The rifle was readied, and in the midst of talking Ijaat felt that familiar tickling on his spine that warned of danger. Most of his gifts with the Force lay in crafting and forging, as they did outside of it. But a singular blessing was an astounding sharpening of his sense and reactions. The tickle of danger came not in time enough, for his inexperience, to avert catastrophe. But it did come in just the right amount of time for him to give a sharp yell and shove at Thurion as he spun to call his din'nuul to him. The Force welled, the push amplified by telekinetics as much as he could give, sending the grandmaster flying. And hopefully out of the path of the bullet in time.

For Ijaat's part, he would be about to feel very foolish. This man was supposedly an enemy of his people. But this mindless slaughter, this bloodied Crusade, had to stop at some point. There was a rot festering in the heart of the mando'ade, and he felt he was one of the few sane ones left. Despite time and again the Clan of Vizsla leading them to disaster without exception, saving for Ra... They were following lesser sons of greater sires into direct chaos and death. For foolish pride. There was more than enough that could be humbled here, and vengeance extracted in ways less grandoise and boisterous.

But Vizsla was liken unto a young man still full of himself. He would desperately crave to prove himself. To prove his superiority and ability above others. Always hungry, always mindless of anything but the hunger they faced. Mereel was too weak to stop them on its' own, but perhaps enough done this day would show them that something else could be done instead of this lunacy. And so he tried to turn his phrik plated cybernetic towards the sound, and hoped for the best. A shot to the chest would end predictably, unless he were very lucky. But regardless, he couldn't let Vizsla and the Sith win.

 

[Alkesh Vizsla]

ALLIES: [member="Ronan Vizsla"] | [member="Grim Vizsla"] | [member="Kalad Shysa"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Verz Horak"]
ENEMIES: Silver Jedi Order
OBJECTIVES: Do something stupid.

Suicidal and anything with flying in the same sentence was more than Alkesh needed to hear to be interested.

Thus far he’d been uncharacteristically quiet, perhaps feeling the importance of reintroducing himself to Clans after so long separated from his brother. Once Clan Vizsla had been all he had. His reasons for leaving were somewhat a mystery even to himself, lost in a haze of youthful brazenness and an addiction to bloodlust. But this was his opportunity to show them that the Kesh back then - dedicated, a brother in every sense of the word - was the Kesh that had come back to the Clans.

From under his helmet he’d shared the same grin he was sure graced at least a few of the other Mandalorians surrounding his younger brother as he outlined his plan and with characteristic impatience he was halfway up the ramp.

Punching up the cloak, he found his tongue - much to the chagrin of Ronin, potentially.

“It’s been too long, vod. Maybe if I don’t kill you flying under this shield, it’ll make up for the last 20 years away.”

Only Kesh could say something so brash without a second thought. But he was lost in the feeling of the ship roaring beneath him. Funny - he was so small in comparison, and yet it was in his control. He had some issues to work out.

 

[Xena Amonali]

Location: Ossus
Allies: [member="Kheera Reach"], Silver Jedi
Enemies: Mandalorians and Sith

The sound of boots walking across the metal interior of a ship woke Xena from her sleep. Rubbing her head a bit the girl looked around, spotting the brown hue of her master's boots walking over towards the ramp. The young girl rolled a bit after Kheera had walked out from ship, getting back up to a sitting position. Looking back to where she had been sleeping, she continued to question how she ended up in those places, underneath of one of the benches? What an odd spot to pick. Shrugging a bit she got up and fixed herself up, going to grab a hold of her field medic bag. It took her a moment before she was able to heft up the large sack onto her back, the added weight coming back to her body.

Stepping out after Kheera had left for the main hall, the girl looked around the hangerbay. Noticing that there was some hustle and bustle of people moving around. Xena shook her head a bit, people were always so busy. Going off into a jog she made her way towards where she sensed her master, the soft tapping of her feet against the smooth floor dissipating into the air of the large hanger. Honestly she was pretty surprised with how large this temple was, having only really seen the outpost it was a pleasant change. She spotted other Jedi moving around her, and politely gave them a nod of her head as she was used to doing.

It took her some time but eventually Xena found the main hall and Kheera. Jogging over to her master she noticed something was amiss, beyond everyone else being a bit on edge.

"Master Reach? Is everything all right?" she asked walking over next to Kheera, putting a hand on the Cathar's shoulder. Her words were soft, a small smile on her face. She knew something was up, it was just something in the air but she hoped that it was truly her imagination.

 

[Arage Bao]

Allies: Mandalorians -- [member="Grim Vizsla"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Marcus Lok"] | [member="Ijaat Mereel"] | [member="Causstik Rahn"] | [member="Mac O Shenanigans"] | [member="Kalad Shysa"] | [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] | [member="Neskar A'toll"] | [member="Dariak Talesa"] | [member="Kami Meran"] | [member="Brent Warnel"] | [member="Alkesh Vizsla"]
Enemies: Silver Jedi Order -- [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] | [member="Sorel Crieff"] | [member="Audren Sykes"] | [member="Draconis Caesar"] | [member="Travot Ravenna"]
Objective: Burn them all.

"You were gone for twenty years, vod Alkesh?" Vizsla responded while following his brother towards their shuttles. "I figured you got out to get some cigarettes and lost track of time."

Three Orar'uliik'e cloaked and flew up. They carried [member="Kalad Shysa"], [member="Grim Vizsla"], himself, [member="Alkesh Vizsla"], [member="Vilaz Munin"] and [member="Verz Horak"]. Only the rustling of the leafs and the whispers to the Manda send them off. Minutes passed, but they felt like hours and then an explosion rocked the scene of the northern side of the Aegis Base.

It was followed with another explosion. With shouts and screams. With plasma bolts and other barrages of artillery finally finding its way into the shields and walls of the Silver Jedi fortification.

Loud... that was the goal and loud it was. Loud it enough that [member="Dariak Talesa"] would hear the start of the diversion even from the swamps themselves. A confirmation came only seconds later, with the whisper of a Vizsla lieutenant letting them know the mock assault had started in full now.

The dice had been cast.

There was no going back now.

 

[Darth Abyss]

Location: Jungle somewhere below thr temple
Allies: [member="Calina Ovmar"] [member="Darth Carnifex"] @Darth Prazitus [member="The Rusted Queen"] [member="Darth Ignus"] [member="Phax"] [member="Kevros Kovani"]
Enemies: Jedi and Mandos [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]
Objective: Improvise.
Gear: In Bio

The thing he hadn't really accounted for in his plan was the fact that her sense in the force seemed very precise. It was only a question of time until she would find all his weapons, even those he had made an effort to hide. Maybe he had overplayed this game a bit, a few moments early would've but him in a much better position, and a much higher potential for a surprise.

Now he had to figure out a way to turn this situation into his favor. Right now he was confined to the ground, not really a good position for a fight without weapons. He only had a split second to make a decision. He could give up, and continue his play and see how far it would get him. Or her could attack, were his chances seemed a bit better, but the fight that would follow would take time he needed for what he really was here for.

Violence it is. He just had to be quick, ruthless and end this before it would become a problem. No need to waste his time playing fair. Surprise would be the key element for his survival, not matter how dirty he had to fight to archive it.

"Thank ... Thank you. I can ... feel my body heal."

Slowly, like his body was still weak he pushed himself up on all four, his arms and legs shaking like he was about to have a breakdown once more. Again a cough left his lungs, and a bit of vomit dripped to the ground. In a heartbeat he pushed himself up the ground, dragging himself towards her before he found his balance, and infusing all his momentum in a single push with all the weight of his body, trying to jump into her m shoulder first.