Dominion Never a Yag’Dhul Moment | GA Dominion of Yag'Dhul

[Jalen Kai'el]

Yag'Dhul
Tags: Amani Serys

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"Do you feel ready?"

"I-I don't know," Jalen admitted. "I know what I need to do, b-but it's... overwhelming."

Jalen sighed. How could anyone answer that question any other way? There seemed to be an overwhelming amount of stress. Amani made it seem so manageable. Maybe it was just how much experience she had.

"Th-that feels like a loaded question," he sighed. "I don't know if anyone is prepared for all of this..."

Let alone himself, and he was pretty sure that Amani already knew what his response would be. But that begged the question: How did she handle all of it? She was the chief healer, after all, the one organizing and running operations like these. How did she take all of that stimulation with stride?

"How do you do it?" the padawan asked in earnest.

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Yag'Dhul
Tags: Alexander Hayes , Karkosuchus

"Alright then, Alex," Jasper shrugged. "Just call me Jasper then. Knight Kai'el's a little too formal for me."

He lived in a freighter and tinkered in his spare time, after all. Jasper was anything but formal, an he knew it. You'd struggle to find him in a suit, let alone anything with sleeves.

“That’s fine, but I’ll admit I’m curious as to why.”

"Gettin' shot down blows," the knight answered honestly. "There are still a few transports comin' in behind us. Better safe then sorry."

Any lucky survivor was sure to be missing bits of themselves coming out on the other side. Jasper didn't wish that on anyone. If he lingered on the thought long enough, he could still feel right were the durasteel plating of his crashed ship had torn right through his shoulder blade.

It wasn't long before they touched down. just outside of the old battle station. Jasper hadn't seen such a chaotic storming of an armed complex since Dorin. He was quick to jump out, igniting his blue lightsaber and sending back the first wave of blaster fire.

"Alright," Jasper muttered, mostly to himself. "Here we go."

The Reavers weren't going to clear themselves out.

 

[Karkosuchus]

Spoiler: Equipment

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Roamer-6 Breath Mask​	Concussion Disc​	Garrote​	Caltrop​	Fire Blade​	Energy Bola​
Field Security Overloader​	Double-Barrel Blaster Carbine​	.48 Caliber Enforcer Pistol​	R-20 Scatterblaster​	Arkanian Energy Shield​	DC-17m Interchangeable Weapon System​
Stouker concussion rifle​	Iron Shell Armor​	MV-18 "Force" Class Vambraces​	Vibro Knuckles​	The Swamp Vanquisher​	S-30 "Retention" Anti-Disruption System

The Imperial Station rocked back and forth as a powerful explosion rocked the upper-deck; silencing one of the turbolaser emplacements. Silence soon followed then the hurried pace of footsteps going back and forth as the Reavers became slightly unnerved. The doubt within their mind was clouding their judgement, should they defend the station or surrender to the enemy in hopes of mercy.

Deep down they were nothing more than human after all in terms of emotion, morale was as easy to break as it was easy to regain. A careful balancing act enacted by the whims of the Shamans driving them forward using the power of mystics to cleanse their mind and drive them forward to defend the station without thinking of the consequences before them.

Karkosuchus for his part didn't need any force assistance to tear through the enemy's boarding parties. Few things brought him pleasure more so than the smell of blood cascading down his features and the potent screams as they were torn bit by bit until nothing was left of them but an empty husk discarded like a child's toy.

"Kill them,...atone for your sins." A voice from a past victim flooded into his ear, "yesss..tear them limb from limb like you did us...." another one this time of a grief stricken woman whose form had been brought low by his very claws. "YOU OWE US TO KILL YOURSELF, FOR WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!!" A third voice echoing throughout his brain. "Its not your fault, you are such a monster. Pathetic, rotting form of flesh not deserving of everything you have." a fourth..and so on.

"SHUT UP!" ​

Karkosuchus snarled clutching his head with open hand; snapping jaws in thin air as if to dispel the spirits following him. The resounding pain within his mind brought his fist low into the side of a wall, fingers grasping the wires hidden deep within. Lights flickering on and off through the corridors of the station. Eyes open wide as yellow glowing iris scanned around the room. A swift movement followed by another as the monster strolled down the corridor.

"RAWWWWRRRR!!"

A deep resounding roar echoing across into the either.

Jasper Kai'el | Alexander Hayes ​

 

[Minerva Fhirdiad]

OBJECTIVE II: Fistful of Reavers​

While most of the assault teams were storming the station via gunships and shuttles, others were making a different approach… Several boarding pods flew at high speed like bullets toward their destination. Within minutes the pods rammed into different sections of the station. One in particular struck the eastern section not too far away from the main hangar. The laser drill instantly cut the hull as the room shook violently with the reavers who had been rushing for the hangar were taken completely off guard.

Moments later the pod opened up and out came a few flashbangs, blinding many of the defenders. Then the boarders followed out and leading in front was Minerva Fhirdiad. Wielding her dual pistols she didn't hesitate gunning down the closest Reaver in the back just as he was recovering. Swifty she fired on the next one meters to the left before she could raise her scattergun.

Mayhem ensues with blasterfire and grenade blasts erupting throughout the room. Sparks flew as Minerva rolled out of the way to cover behind a pillar as two Reavers tried to rush her. Suddenly one was shot in the gut and the other in the chest in quick order. Turning to see it was her Sullustan comrade, Irni with her sniper rifle she nodded in gratitude.

On their left Zaku laid on his belly he laid down suppressing fire with a heavy repeater. From the opposite side Gakot the Klatooinian tossed a frag grenade forcing some enemies to scatter. One of them made the mistake of looking up too soon and was shot in the face. However several of their GA comrades were being cut down as the defenders' initial shock wore off. Minerva sprinted forward, both blasters blazing.

A Gamorran Reaver with a repeater squealed his dying breath as he fell back, his body filled with smoking holes. A Transodsen let out a defiant snarl before firing at Minerva to avenge his friend. Struck in the armor she staggered back but then leaped out of the way of his next shots. Before the reptile could reload a bolt cut through his skull from one end to the other.

"Still got your back Minerva!" Irni said through the comms and her Mandalorian friend answered she got up.

"Thanks but keep your focus sharpshooter, this fight is just beginning!"

 

[Rhemti Totriddiam]

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"Capris!" The male Nautolan sidestepped around their Master, closing the distance to his female compatriot with his arm outreached and he pulled, feeling the surge of the force around them as he latched onto her to tug her back out of the way of the stray fire. His lightsaber came up, deflecting another round of blasterfire as he gently gripped her upper arm for the briefest of moments.

"You okay?" He stood somewhat in front of her, uncertain yet if she knew what had almost transpired. Rhemti gave Capris a little bit of breathing room, not wanting to overstep any boundaries and make her uncomfortable; they had to work together after all.

Capris Halcyon | Kahlil Noble

 

[Cordé Sabo]

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D U L C E T
OSADIA | CLASSIFIED LOCATION
OPERATION LIGHTPOINT || MISSION DOKIMI || TASK FORCE NULL
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"It's strange to think that a world this peaceful can feel so dark,"

Cordé shrugged. When The Sword of the Jedi felt darkness, the most Cordé could experience was the uncomfortable notion of the heebie-jeebies.

It always bothered her that she was missing something. Some sort of explanation for the way her skin pebbled when she there was something just off with an environment.

A twig snapped beneath her foot, and she stopped to pointedly look at it. The ground was druxy, soft, and mostly covered in rot. She kneeled into it, and shifted her shoulders to slide the backpack she'd been hauling to the ground.

"This is the first prototype." ..that didn't explode, that didn't have negative affects on the Force-users, that didn't so on and so forth. There had been a lot of trial and error to get something that could work as the antithesis to what this private division usually worked on. A sect so private within the driveyards that only Cordé could access it, under the guise of the Agent Null network and not...nepotism. Of course, Cordé left all that unsaid, and simply used her unfinished sentence as a halfway introduction to the device she produced from the backpack.

It was smooth, white, and shaped something like a fusion generator.

Ease of portability had been sacrificed for functionality, and by the time Cordé had almost finished setting it up, it was more than half her height.

"And this is the second." She rummaged a bit more, and brought out a smaller, sleeker version. Something that looked like a vambrace. Easily portable for more soldiers to wear and reinforce the strength of Jedi on their crossteams.

"Let's start with the small one first, and try and recreate as close as possible what the intention is when we get to Exegol.

You get started, and I'll turn it on when you give the signal. Once I let you know it's on, you should feel at least a little more powerful. If, or when, you're ready for more juice, I'll turn this guy," she slapped the smooth edge of the generator, "On."

For Cordé, the science part was simple. The technicians had been meticulous with their explanations, and even her mother had pulled her aside to give her the low-down on what the expectations of the day were. Or week, or however long this was going to take. It was a whatever it takes, and if it can't take it, tell us everything situation.

It was the Force part that was unsettling. Maybe that's where the heebie jeebies were coming from. She'd heard of Light. Of course she had, she'd studied it even, but the absolute power of it was still a mystery.

"Do you need..space? How far away should I.." she took a tentative step to create distance. "Stand?"

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Valery Noble | CLOSED
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[Amani Serys]

Jalen Kai'el​

There was a beat of silence that passed after Jasper spoke, before Amani replied, "You want my real answer?" She looked around at their setup, and sighed, "I am a little stressed. And nervous. And overwhelmed," Despite what she was admitting to, her tone never seemed to reveal as much, "But as with all emotions, we Jedi must be able to control them. There is nothing wrong with feeling these things, as long as you can keep them from control of you. Because there are people counting on us to help them. And if we can't help ourselves, how can we begin to help them?"

With her mini-lecture conclude, Amani studied the boy for another beat. Then, she smirked, "I also have a lot of practice. You'll find your balance eventually. And in the meantime? Well that's why I'm here to help."

"So how about we go help some people? You mentioned a new arrival with head trauma?" That appeared to be the most pressing of their cases. Triaging was just another of many skills a healer had to master.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"Later, for sure."

He cast a grin Capris's way before turning his attention back to the front. All around them the station was alight with blaster fire, but the Reavers seemed to keep their distance, even as the Alliance forces flooded through the hanger. Kahlil's gaze narrowed after a moment of thought. They had diviners on their side, right? Why didn't they better fortify the front line if-

Kahlil felt it before he saw it.

"Get back!"

It came in an instant. Projectors on the ceiling just above the Jedi lit up. He raised a hand, trying to throw back the pair of Padawan's just as the barriers formed around him. He glanced to each, his frown increasing. Ray shields. Of course it was ray shields. Seal away the Jedi and pick apart the rest. At least he couldn't get shot. Silver linings. He glanced to the pair, scratching his cheek as the makeshift wall he'd made started to fracture.

A hand raised to at least fortify that.

"Okay. You two, work with the marines and see if you can find a way to shut this off. I'll do what I can from here, alright?"

Capris Halcyon | Rhemti Totriddiam

 

[Valery Noble]

Osadia

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Outfit: Factory Link
Appearance: Link
Weapons: Double-Bladed Lightsaber
Tag: Cordé Sabo

While Cordé was unsettled or perhaps even awkward about the Force, Valery felt similarly about the technology she began to set up. Like an Ewok first discovering a blaster, she started to prod the first prototype with her finger and quickly pulled back whenever she thought the noises it made were caused by her.

They weren't.

The second prototype already seemed far less alien to her — a vambrace of sorts that she could wear to replace her current one. And it would somehow amplify her connection to the Force? It wasn't strange for items to be able to do that, but it usually involved a Force user imbuing the item. This was very different, and she wasn't quite sure how to feel about it yet.

"You've made a lot of progress in a short amount of time... and it's really safe?" she glanced at the first prototype again as if it was a potential enemy but luckily, Cordé decided to start with the other. Valery accepted the vambrace, put it on, and looked at her surroundings. This stretch of corrupted forest would be the perfect target to serve as a scale model of what they were actually planning.

"You can stay here. What I'm going to do will only affect the environment... and probably me." She flashed a quick smirk and raised a hand up on each side at around waist level, palms facing down. Immediately, Valery began to act like a conduit to the Force, and strings of its energy quickly manifested themselves as beams of light that swirled around the Jedi Master. To cleanse a forest as large as this, she needed a considerable amount of strength, but she was determined.

And she wasn't working alone.

"Now."

 

[Capris Halcyon]

Before she had time to process, Rhemti pulled her from the imminent line of death. She blinked, startled, before piecing together what had happened. In her defense she tried to express some level of surprise and gratitude but was quickly cut off by a new development.

Oh Chit. Pushed from the ray shields by Kahlil, she could only bite back a string of choice words. This wasn’t ideal.

“Oh cool-” Words laced with sarcasm she grimaced signaling for backup on her comm.

“They’re trying to cut us off. We need a way to override the ray shields.”

Rhemti Totriddiam Kahlil Noble

 

[Rhemti Totriddiam]

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"Don't worry, Boss!" Rhemti turned once he finally got his footing, his expression more determined than goofy at this point. "We'll get you out of there!" Rhemti then turned to Capris, still keeping that determined expression as he looked to her for guidance.

"How do we get him out of there?" Override the ray shields? What did that entail? He still wasn't quite up to date on a majority of the technological advances. "Where does one even keep controls for a ray shield?" Its not as if he was worried about freeing their Master, no, he just didn't know as much about about them as he wish he did.

The blaster fire didn't cease, even with their sudden shield problem, meaning Rhemti's words were sometimes interrupted by a swing or two of his saber to deflect them, dodging sometimes when he knew when the fire wouldn't hit someone behind him.

Capris Halcyon | Kahlil Noble

 

[Ibra Sest]

OBJECTIVE II: Fistful of Reavers
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After hearing what happened to the first wave of troopers, Ibra was somewhat worried about what exactly she will be facing down there but quickly realizes that if the jedi are there then everything should work out well. She puts on a skullcap and arms herself with an DC-17 pistol while looking around the troop transport ship. It's a mix of nervousness and excitement, she sees faces full of fear and others waiting to get into a fight anxiously tap their feet on the floor.

Ibra exhales slowly before muttering to herself, "For my first real assignment this sure is interesting... I hope whoever the commander is for this group know what they're doing."

 

[Capris Halcyon]

"Where does one even keep controls for a ray shield?"

At Rhemti’s second question, her eyes drifted upward. Upwards towards the array of projectors suddenly booted in action from the ceiling. Ah ,there lie the root of their problem.

“Where they think we can’t reach.”

Just as that specific realization land, her com buzzed, regretfully informing her that whatever tools at their disposal were clicks away. She’d have to wait.

That simply wouldn’t do.

She spared a glance at her counterpart, “ Cover me. “

Without bothering to elaborate the Padawan threw her lightsaber upwards with a concentrated shove from the force. Perhaps it was a risky maneuver but lightsabers we’re replaceable. Kahlil not so much.

The plasma tore through the mechanics with ease, all but incinerating a line of projectors. And while she’d managed to land the shot, when it came to recovering her lightsaber she was less successful.

Kahlil Noble Rhemti Totriddiam

 

[Rhemti Totriddiam]

And cover her he did, sidestepping around Capris, keeping his lightsaber up as he deflected any incoming fire. The Nautolan found himself slightly distracted as he saw her lightsaber fly upward, getting the job done at the unfortunate loss of it to the hangars ceiling above. "Ah seaweed." He frowned, before surging into action; whether the odd 'curse' was because her lightsaber was stuck or because he almost missed an incoming shot from a blaster.

"Ah, did that work?" He glanced back and up very briefly, steeling himself to focus more; she requested cover, he would do so.

Capris Halcyon | Kahlil Noble

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Kahlil took a breath behind the Ray Shield.

Let his focus continue out. Maintain the barrier, keep the soldiers safe, the Padawan's safe. Trapped, it was the most he could do. No, not the most. He turned his attention outward. Focused on the hanger, the facility. There were going to be more traps, right? The rumored shamans knew they were coming. Probably saw their path. One of their paths, anyway. .. There. He raised a hand, pulled.

Ahead, the blaster fire suddenly stopped. Barriers, ray shields throughout, activated around the enemy forces throughout the facility. It'd be brief, he knew that much. Just a flip of the switches he'd pulled and the ray shields would be gone, but at least it'd give their forces enough time to move into position. Now he just needed to find his switch and he'd be able to get free, right?

At least until a flash of light tore through the projector above. He blinked, turning his gaze towards the pair. And grinned. He raised a hand, bringing Capris's saber back to his own hand before handing it back to it's owner.

"Good throw. We'll work on the retrieval part after this, alright?"

He turned his gaze to Rhemti, giving him a nod.

"Hanger's good as ours. Lets see if we can find these shamans. Both of you, close your eyes. Feel. They're here, obscured in the Dark. Reach out and see if you can find them."

Rhemti Totriddiam | Capris Halcyon

 

[Rhemti Totriddiam]

"Search for the dark... okay..." The red skinned Nautolan stretched for a moment before allowing his body to somewhat relax there as he stood. Head-tendrils wiggled, almost floating around him slightly as he sought out the Dark aura his Master spoke of. He turned his head to the left, and then to the right a few seconds later, his dark eyes closed, allowing him to focus better.

Rhemti's body swayed ever so slightly as he searched out across the hangar. After a few moments he stopped, leaned in one particular direction. He opened his eyes, looking off to one of the far corners, squinting slightly. "I don't have a direct position, but there's like a tidepool of 'dark' energy... that way." He nodded in that direciton, rather than pointing, glancing back to Kahlil before looking to Capris, to see if she'd had different luck.

Kahlil Noble | Capris Halcyon

 

[Capris Halcyon]

Taking Kahlil's lightsaber, her thumb grazed the hilt, surprised how unceremoniously he'd handed it off. "Right- retrieval. Thanks"

It was then he motioned them to cast their senses and weed out whatever popped on their radar. With a glance towards Rhemti she followed suit, trying to sift through the maelstrom of inference to unearth what lay beneath. Eventually her findings corroborated his.

"I feel it too." Peering over, the dark energy seemed to spawn from one point in particular. A watch tower. Without waiting for so much as a nod of confirmation, the girl started to move.

Kahlil Noble Rhemti Totriddiam

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Kahlil turned his gaze towards the soldiers that had accompanied them. Worked with them to set up the path to clear out the Reaver's still within as he let the Padawan's try to find the Shaman's. He had little doubt in Rhemti's ability to sense the world around them. And it'd be good practice for Capris. His gaze lifted up from the Datapad he was glancing over with the Commander beside him, giving them both a nod and a smile.

"Good. By all accounts they're just able to predict the future, not actual fighters. Think you two can handle capturing them? Or do you want my assistance?"

There was a lesson for them to learn about the future and how truly unpredictable it could be, anyway.

Capris Halcyon | Rhemti Totriddiam

 

[Alexander Hayes]

Location: Yag'Dhul
Objective II: Fistful of Reavers
Tags: Jasper Kai'el | Karkosuchus

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So there’s history behind the action then, was that how he had lost his arm?

Alex didn’t voice it, but his reaction made it apparent. He gave Jasper a nod, agreeing with the sentiment. He wasn’t fond of being in a crashing ship either, having experienced that one too many times over the years. Especially when you’re in a cramped transport with a lot more soldiers in it. Things got messy, real messy.

“That I can definitely agree with, the enemy is well armed against our assault.”

Which could mean a number of things, but Alex couldn’t shake the feeling this station was important to the Reavers. Whether it was something within the station itself, or its proximity in the galaxy.

Either way, they needed to be taken down.

Their transport rocked, a nearly explosion causing the turbulence. Sounds of combat roared outside, getting closer as they neared their destination. It all became clear as they landed, the doors sliding open to reveal the chaos.

Alexander could feel the warrior's blood in him practically singing in resonance with the fighting. He had missed this.

“Boots on the ground men, we’ve got no time to waste. Remember, if you feel like your target is acting unnaturally elusive, then use the equipment we have.” Everyone had been given the Intelligence report on the Reavers. “If it becomes too much, stick close to either myself or Jasper.”

With that said, Alex followed behind the Jedi as he immediately deflected a volley of blaster fire. The K’paur immediately crouched down and aimed his rifle, unloading his own volley towards the enemy

But then a deep guttural roar echoed out from the depths of the station. It shouldn’t have bothered Alex so much, but there was a sinking feeling in his stomach.

Something was coming.

 

[Jalen Kai'el]

Yag'Dhul
Tags: Amani Serys

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"I also have a lot of practice. You'll find your balance eventually. And in the meantime? Well that's why I'm here to help."

Jalen was glad that she was honest about it all. Maybe being overwhelmed wasn't bad, just natural. And if she was just as stressed as he was, maybe he could manage it as well. It was certainly worth putting in the effort, if his goal was to save lives anyways. It wasn't long before Amani asked about treating the concussed arrival.

"R-right," he nodded. "Devonian male, late twenties. His forehead has abrasion from the bits of shrapnel that raked across his face. He's cognitive, but shows signs of concussion. One of his horns broke off as well, s-so I think he was hit pretty hard." That seemed to be it. Jalen took a moment to think on what the natural course of action was. "S-so we need to clean the wound, heal it, wrap it for compression, then ice his head to easy any concussing until he can be transported to a more intensive care facility..."

That sounded right.