No Jedi Left Behind [Jedi/Sith and allies]

[Coren Starchaser]

The Jedi Master had a number of concerns going forward, but what he was noticing was that the force of the Jedi and their allies was here and pure. There was the fear of those who were retreating from the Sith borders, the ones heading towards freedom and rendezvous with the Jedi and other friendly governments. Moving down the train, Coren pulled his hood and cloak around himself. Certain Jedi were maintaining the fleet but he was, as typical, on the ground, his lightsaber ignited, he could feel the others. At least he wasn’t going to be doing this alone.

“Keep the speeders close, Vee-one.” Coren called on his comm, and was greeted by a double click of the comms. U-Wings were holding in higher orbit while the airspeeders came down. The train was moving quickly, and there were a few speeders coming and going during the landing, was easy to notice. He was hoping his team were going to be fine, and with the Praxeum students coming to assist with finding the dark siders, and healing the refugees? He didn’t want to come across too many dark siders. A quick in and out.

“May need you to help block the wind. If we get them out of the cars, then we may need to keep them steady while up here… And keep an eye on the students too.” He nodded to Kortun, Cotan, and Cambria. “You find me that Sith and I’ll help, but we need to get the refugees out of here.” He nodded, almost shouting over the wind. Stepping forward the Jedi twirled his saber, stabbing into the roof of the train. “Alright, some of us are going in, the rest, we’re going to cause a distraction for the Sith.”

He hoped those heading to the City were going to have just as much luck.

[member="Abigail Meredydd"]
[member="Cambria Zadira"]
[member="Cotan Sar'andor"]
[member="Tiland Kortun"]

 

[Shade of Decay]

"Before."

Tsisaar veritably sneered at the captive Jedi. "I've heard about your little master, how she's now on our side. Nothing about that other Padawan from Coruscant, although I can't imagine he's faired the best since then. And yet, between a failure of a master, a close ally who has disappeared, the way you gave in on Coruscant...you somehow convinced those foolish masters to Knight you." Tsisaar withdrew the item he'd been fiddling with within his robe.

One that Jace would recognize quite clearly.

Tsisaar smiled beneath his tendrils as he cradled it in his fingers. It was a bit too large for the slender-figured Sith, but for Jace, it would still fit like a glove. "You know, when I found out you'd been captured, I managed to save this from being destroyed," he said. It was true; while he'd not been able to figure out where Jace was being held personally, not until that very day; he had, however, recognized the weapon sitting in a crate with others.

Rather than allow it to be destroyed, he'd claimed it as a souvenir.

He toyed with it for a moment in front of Jace, before setting it down near the man.

Just out of reach.

"It's a shame, how poorly you used that," Tsisaar taunted. "The depths of your ineptitude were quite clear, both when we first met and on Coruscant...and since then." He leaned in closely, nearly nose-to-nose with the confined Jedi. "Tell me, [member="Jace Khel"], do you think Quvox might still be around, learning and fighting, if you were more skilled? More powerful? Do you feel regret, knowing what has happened to your master?" He stepped back, laying his long fingers on the lightsaber again.

"You could have helped her, couldn't you? I know you've thought about it, you must have." He picked it up again, dangling it from the D-ring at its pommel in front of Jace. Treating it like a trinket, not a weapon, not a work of art. "Poor Padawan Khel, so incompetent with the one tool he should have understood the best."

He opened his mouth to continue, but something stayed his tongue; some sort of danger presenting itself, a quick warning from the Force. And more; the presence of the light side. Very nearby. Not at his train car, but at one of the ones nearby, for sure. Tsisaar's eyes narrowed, and he turned back to his trapped prey. "It's not too late, though, Acolyte Khel," he said, almost affectionately, laying heavy emphasis on the different title; slowly, carefully, he reached out, pressing at Jace's mind with his own.

Trying to stoke the flames of anger that he could sense beneath the surface, to influence Jace to draw forth his burning rage. "I'm sure the instructors on Basion can teach you how to properly wield a blade. How to call on the Force, and use it to destroy your enemies. Like me." He prodded a little harder, trying to fan the flames higher. If Jace could lose control of his hatred, allow it to cloud his vision, then Tsisaar knew he could be properly turned.

"Search your feelings, Khel. You know it to be true. It can all happen, if you only say the words."

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

Location: The Train
Gear: Armour | Saber
Tags: [member="Boo Heavenshield"] | [member="Cambria Zadira"] | [member="Cotan Sar'andor"] | [member="Tiland Kortun"] | [member="Abigail Meredydd"]
Engaging: Open for dance partners

For the most part of the journey to meet up with the convoy Théo had remained silent with only his thoughts as company. He sat at the back of the cockpit, eyes gazing not out the view port but toward his son in the pilot seat, he shouldn’t be here. How could he have allowed Boo to talk him into letting him come of this mission. The worry was for many reasons, least of all that they both might lose their lives but more so the temptation of the darkside. Not for himself …

He cursed himself under his breath as his back thumped into the back of the seat, in a futile attempt at distraction, Théo led his mind to the past to this very space in which Boo, Jerek and himself flew through a field of asteroids on a fool’s errand, all of them kids then and the memory of it caused him to smile. The galaxy truly does work in mysterious ways, the luck of one against the bad luck of another sees the advent of a turn in destiny and now once a childhood friend of Boo now becomes his father.

The back ground noise of communications was enough to bring Théo back to the present and they would be docking soon. It was time to dress for the occasion and without a word Théo left to prepare and find his armour, left over from his days with the Silver Jedi. “You may look like a geek, I look like a tin can”. He rolled his shoulder still feeling the grinding crunch of an old wound before it clicked back into place. And with that Boo shot off, Théo guessed he would be the rotten egg.

“I would rather that you weren’t here Boo, home safe playing games. I wish I had never let you come”. He placed his hand on his shoulder as they walked with the intent of stopping him in place. “But now that you are here stay by my side you hear”. He leaned down to this face looking Boo in the eyes with set determination and full seriousness which is a side of his father he sees little of. “I know some of the Jedi here but not all of them, and some may hold .. stronger views against those that use the darkside regardless of whether they use it for good”, he knew Boo would understand him, and even though Boo has not the choice to be anything other, not everyone is privy to this.

“Now come on or we will be late”. The pair resumed their stride along the corridor to find [member="Coren Starchaser"].

 

[H3xle]

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Objecive: Aid the Evacuation
Location: Jabiim City
Gear: Lightsaber, blaster pistol




Jonn watched form his vantage point as his people slowly made their way across the wide boulevard. The boulevard was several lanes of traffic, with the directions separated by a block wide expanse of muddy grass that would have been a greenway on a planet with a lower average rainfall. Likely put in place by a city planner that never bothered to step foot on the marshy planet. A slightly elevated walkway crossed the muddy swath between lanes of traffic.

When the last of his group reached the midway point of the muddy expanse, Jonn descended back into the alley and followed across. He kept his worn jacket closed with hands in the pockets, shoulders hunched up, and his eyes pointed groundward. For all intents and purposes, he was nothing more than another tenant from the slums walking across the boulevard. He looked up when he crossed traffic, though he didn't bother waiting for the light, instead slipping past when there were no speeders or land vehicles passing, jogging across because he knew that the drivers wouldn't care about running him down so they wouldn't be late to whatever business meeting or rendezvous they were speeding towards.

His stride allowed him to catch the last groups of his people and pass them. He didn't spare them a look as he did, instead just maintained focus as he crossed the street. Once he was across, he slipped into an alleyway again, and paused. He reached out through the force, closing his eyes to aid in focus, to feel his charges. It wasn't a skill he was well versed in, but he was able to get a sense of all of them, and so far all were moving in the right direction.

 

[Darth Thuyrn]

Multiple razored disks, sharp enough to cut through durasteel, whistled through the air towards the collection of Jedi attempting to board the conveyax. The Massassi warriors had made themselves known, emerging from the darkness like beasts of myth, red-skinned and monstrous. In their hands they wielded large Lanvaroks in the shape of polearms, each swing sending another bladed disk hurtling through the air at incredible speeds.

"Stand and account, Jedi!"

The harsh gravely voice cut through the rain, momentarily silencing all other sounds as a flexible cord snapped into existence right at the nearest Jedi's feet. The cord melted through the metal of the train car's roof, much like a lightsaber's, and with the flick of a wrist the cord convulsed and spat super-heated metal up into the air around the Jedi. The cord snapped back into the darkness beyond the train car the Jedi were perched upon, followed shortly by the appearance of a black-cloaked warrior leaping across the divide.

He landed and rolled into a crouch, the same cord now tightly wrapped around his right forearm unlit. With a flourish of his arm, the cord unbound from around it and snapped into the air, igniting with a serpentine snap-hiss as it did.

"By his High Majesty's decree, you will all be exterminated."

[member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Tiland Kortun"] | [member="Cotan Sar'andor"] | [member="Cambria Zadira"]​

[member="Boo Heavenshield"] | [member="Riley Reese"] | [member="Abigail Meredydd"] | [member="Théodred Heavenshield"]​

 

[Cambria Zadira]

Objective: Be an outlaw with the Starchaser Gang
Location: Top of train
Allies: Jedi [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Tiland Kortun"] [member="Cotan Sar'andor"] [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] [member="Boo Heavenshield"] [member="Abigail Meredydd"] [member="Riley Reese"]
Enemy: Sith [member="Darth Thuyrn"]
Gear in bio

“You find me that Sith and I’ll help, but we need to get the refugees out of here.”

As if right on cue, the enemy appeared out from the shadows. Two massive, red beings began hurling razor disks at the Jedi atop the train car and not just one or two, but many. Cambria skillfully used the Force to redirect the trajectory of the fast-moving projectiles coming towards her, sending them off to the side of the railcrawler and harmlessly down into the ground below.

// Will this one do? Need be careful what you ask for. // she sent Coren mentally with a hint of amusement yet not as the Jedi Master asked and was rewarded promptly.

It was not but a moment later that a long hissing crackle sounded and sparks flew as contact with the train's metal frame was made by the appearing Sith from another car. The Rutian Twi'lek had not heard the sizzle of a striking lightwhip in decades since her young padawan days with Master Soros, and the sound sent a hot prickle up her spine.

"You may try, but the light of a new day will always shine," the Jedi Knight answered the darksider in her smooth Twi'lek accent as a silver-cased lightsaber and shoto came to Cambria's ready hands from her utility belt with well-practiced ease.

The blue-skinned Guardian ignited her blades - one long and one short, to counter the dual nature of the Sith's chosen exotic weapon with multiple metallic energy strands, then the Twi'lek Jedi hurled herself at the black-cloaked warrior; both cerulean-colored blades striking out for the kill. She knew better than to think victory would come easily, but Cambria had to keep the Sith's attention riveted on her until the others struck and/or safely went on with the rescue mission.

 

[Tiland Kortun]

Allies: [member="Cambria Zadira"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] [member="Abigail Meredydd"] [member="Boo Heavenshield"]
Opponents: [member="Darth Thuyrn"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zD2jxzFA43g​

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"We'll need more than this for pneumonia," Tiland answered wryly. "That is quite unpleasant." He grabbed another parcel of medical supplies and magnetized them to the hull, just in time to wave the speeder away to make room. They needed to be prepared to begin evacuating.

Find the Sith, Coren said.

"Breach the cars, Starchaser!" Tiland called over the rushing wind as he brushed a strand of sodden hair away from his face. "First aid supplies are secured and extraction point prepped. Have the evac vehicles ready to land on our mark."

Something tingled along the back of his spine and then he was moving. The staff started to glow, casting a faint glow through the stygian night. Tiland tilted his head, ears just barely detecting a hissing sound through the hammering of rain. The wooden staff hissed through the rain and deflected one of the discs out into the night. Tiland's hand shot up and two iron-muscled fingers pinched down, trapping a disk in their grasp. He recognized the design, but it took several moments.

"Massassi? Impossible!" Yet, he could just make out their shapes appearing out of the darkness. Great, hulking creates that reeked of the Dark Side and destruction. A lightwhip snapped across the darkness, as a Sith emerged from the darkness. His whip cracked through the dark, while Cambira exchanged banter with him. She moved in with a dual-bladed combination. Shoto and saber. One to parry and one to strike, alternating between the two as situation dictated. Tiland hung back for a moment., assessing the situation.

With the Massassi providing cover fire, the speeders wouldn't be able to come in to evacuate the prisoners. The lanvaroks were nasty weapons and not ones pleasant to face.

"Starchaser! I will redirect their attention. Get the cars open and begin removing the prisoners." Tiland tied the satchel tighter to his waist, watching. "Lanvaroks will be gone by the time the first ones are ready."

He took a deep breath and shifted how he stood, with the staff in both hands as he slid, lead foot and then following foot, towards the hulking beasts. Cambira could keep the Sith occupied long enough. As another salvo of discs hurtled through the air, Tiland swept the staff back and forth through the night, creating a brief halo of light as they deflected the discs.

The monk pressed forward, maintaining his continual motion towards the warriors until he had enough of their attention for them to their weapons as axes, and then to either neutralize or continue the distraction.

He wasted no energy on banter, quips, or threats, but continued to advance, keeping some attention on the duel with the Sith. He would have his hands full with the Massassi though. They were big, strong, well armored, heavily armed, and if what he could sense was true, alchemized. Sithspawn. Yet it was in that very imbalance that the Light Hand would be of the most use.

Energy, like water, flowed from strong to weak. Yet it was easy for that energy to be adjusted and diverted, like a stone turning a river. Tiland spared a moment to cast a glance over his shoulder. In the distance, he could just make out the shapes of aircraft preparing to load their passengers and escape to orbit. They needed time. How many were on this train?

It didn't matter. He would buy as much time as necessary.

 

[Romi Jade]

Jabiim City​

Outer District (Industrial)​

Exterior​

Enemies: [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Jonn Taver"] | [member="Cassius Droma"]​

Objective: Engage Her Former Master & Possible Others?​

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Spoiler

[youtube]https://youtu.be/o--bLEobBFY[/youtube]

He was here; she'd tracked him all this way.


She froze, pressing her shoulder against the cool duracrete pylon beside the large opening. Something was peaking her danger sense...and as she waited, she heard it again...

The soft, distant patter of his steps; he was close. A slight tilt of her head was a precursor, she peeked around the corner catching his figure in full before retreating altogether. Her head whipped around, and she took a few more steps back into the shadows.

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They both shared a bond, less concentrated than the one she had with Coren...but she knew when they were in the same vicinity, he'd be able to sense her just as well; this was her master. Opening herself completely to the Force, using her resolve to project it outward, her own energy dispersed across the area; she'd scattered her signature across the terrain. She stepped forward, fading into the steam which seemed to make up their setting, she settled herself.

Her pelvis grew still...and her stomach expanded and dropped as she silently drew in air. The last one though, she kept to herself. Halting her breathing, as she laced her fingers tightly around the hilt of her lightsaber.

In that same momentum, Romi lifted her hand toward towards a distant pipeline across from her and squeezed. It popped with a long, sharp crackle and the rotten smell of dissipating methane; she'd timed it so that Veiere was directly in front of her, and on his last step.



Her face contorted with rage. Romi caught a burst of speed, her mad rush unfaltering as coronal steam sizzled all around them. In the spare seconds she had between her next move and her distraction, she would be on him. A slight jab of her thumb was enough to call her scarlet blade to life, perfectly contrasting the white clouds that oozed from the ground and sky. She moved her lightsaber through a wild blur of motion, a slash that cut perfectly through the cloud hiding her figure. The tip even brushing against her pants leg as she swung in a downward arc, that also had gains in strength as well.

 

[WolfMortum]

Location: Jabiim City.​

Objective: Facing his former Jedi Apprentice, Romi Jade.​

Special Inventory: Heavy Battle Attire, Promissium Annulos, Lightsabers.​

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A familiar presence reached out to him from the darkness of the void, a distant whisper in his ear sounding a voice that he had not heard in a long time, yet suggested the arrival of a Woman that had once meant a great deal to him...-Before he had failed her. "Romi?..." Veiere questioned under his breath, soon to be answered by the complete release of his Padawan's restraint that had kept her whereabouts hidden until now. The force coursed over the street that he walked, bringing with it the power that resided within the younger Force User.

...But it wasn't the light of the Force that he was sensing.

Without warning, the pipeline above him shrieked loudly as the metal distorted and broke away spilling out in front of his path, fortunately missing him though provided enough of a distraction for [member="Romi Jade"] to get the drop on him. She had appeared out of nowhere with such speed, the Force crying out in precognitive warning and forcing Veiere to draw his lightsaber from his belt, a snap-hiss of blue light erupting from the emitter as he brought the weapon into both hands and met the blade of her own, a strong heavy handed blow that he sought to deflect her aim away from taking him in two.

Trying to remove himself from striking distance, his left hand came free of the hilt and reached out to the Girl, his fingers outstretching to will upon her a wall of concussive Telekinesis with the intention of throwing her further back towards the side of the path, that he might find a means of talking her down from whatever reasons she had got in her head that demanded she take the life of her former Master and friend.

 

[Drystan Marakos]

Location: Jabiim Border City​

Objective: Extract the Archivist​

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The checkpoints were her highest concern. ​

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The local Security Forces posed a considerable threat; not to the Jedi Master, but to those she'd stealthily crept onto Jabiim to acquire. Many of those with a record of supporting (or associating with) Jedi Organizations & the like had been flagged, and Identification was required to be shown to any officer immediately upon request.​

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The local Archivist, a kind & scholarly old gentleman who was less a Jedi & more a schoolmaster had friends in very high places... For Drystan Marakos, Jedi Master & veteran Operative, had been sent in specifically to locate & extract him. The blonde Jedi woman had landed on the planet under the guise of a Water Prospector, docking on the outskirts of the city in a small industrial area; that made the small freighter easily lost in a haze. When she exited the ship & disappeared into the background hum, she'd left it locked & awaiting it's next Captain - someone she'd never meet, on a mission likely as pressing & dangerous as her own. It had taken less than 9 hours to maneuver the City, moving quietly, appearing to be any other simple citizen numb to the world...​

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Her presence in the Force was entirely indiscernible, through her practiced use of a meditation technique known as "Quey'Tek". She did not appear blonde, to any who might catch a glimpse of her; instead, she'd crafted an intricate illusion through the Force, masking her features as that of a dark-skinned, black-haired woman. Her appearance matched identification she carried, passing through no less than three checkpoints in her journey to acquire her target.​

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A deep sense of inner peace consumed her. A lifetime of experience in Covert Operations provided the capable Agent with the tools she required to respond to any eventuality. Daylight had faded to dusk by the time she found herself nearing her quarry's home: A small building with an apartment upstairs, and a small office below - the man worked as a scribe & knowledge-keeper for the local population, but apparently possessed considerable knowledge of Jedi histories... as well as, Drystan suspected, knowledge of Jedi imbedded in the region.​

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A job she, too, was well-aquainted with: Deep Cover. There was no job more dangerous... or more capable of affecting change.​

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The Shadow waited nearly another hour outside the man's home, ensuring he wasn't under surveillance. Satisfied (yet ever-cautious), she finally approached the building. The sun had set, and some streetlamps had begun to shine. The air was comfortably cool, with a warm breeze which smelled of sweet flowers & moisture.​

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Her knock was answered, and she disappeared inside.​

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The easy part was over.​

 

[Cassius Droma]

Objective: Rescue Jedi
Location: Jabiim Border City
Allies: Jedi
Enemies: Sith
Near: [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Jonn Taver"] | [member="Romi Jade"] | [member="Drystan Marakos"]

The door to the house slid open, and the large group stepped out – nine adults, fifteen children. Already, Cassius could feel the stress of the mission creeping up on him. This certainly wasn’t the first time he’d done an extraction from potentially hostile territory, but the fact that no one had told him he was picking up over a dozen children bothered him. He could tell it bothered the other pilots too. They had been told that there would just be some Jedi, around half a dozen. The fact that there were a lot more, and that they were children, placed a heavier burden of responsibility on their shoulders.

When they took this mission, they all knew that at any moment, the local Jabiim security forces could start rounding up Jedi. It was a natural, fearful reaction to the encroaching Sith force. If the Sith Empire expanded out here and it had been discovered that the local government had let Jedi roam freely… the consequences could be dire. The other problem was if a Sith fleet just showed up over the planet and started bombarding them. Like a lot of times, there was a ticking clock that seemed to grow louder with each passing second.

Cassius had planned their route so that they could sneak mostly through alleyways on their way to the landing site. For one thing, seeing a whole group of children might make passersby think that they were simply a school group going to or from a local educational center. Still, time was of the essence, so they pushed through.

Suddenly, Cassius had a flash of something in his head. Romi Jade. He paused for a moment and turned around, but saw nothing. She was here… somewhere, on the planet. Closing his eyes, he strained his ears, amplifying sounds he heard through the Force. Faintly, he heard the snap-hiss of a lightsaber, and the fierce humming and clashing of a battle.

One of his pilots stopped and asked him what was wrong – none of them were Force sensitive, so they couldn’t feel what he felt. Regardless, they knew to listen whenever Cassius had one of his ‘feelings’. “I think…” Cassius’s voice drifted off as he started to weigh his options. He looked back to where he theorized the battle was taking place, then back to the children.

 

[Darth Sibilus]

JABIIM​

objective: investigation
enemies: everyone anti-TSE.

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Darkness gathered around the train as it rumbled through Jabiim, the very atmosphere sick with the Dark Side and malintent. The Dark Side was beginning to prevail on Jabiim; a rough-edged, forsaken cesspit towards the very edge of the Galaxy. The Sith Empire was poisoning it with their reach, drawing it into their influence under their insatiable appetite for expansion. It was here where many of the heretical Jedi and the followers of their ancient, pathetic religion had fled following the Anti-Jedi bill passed by the Sith Empire. They only prolonged their plight, for the Sith Empire and its Emperor were relentless.

Darth Sibilus had pursued them.

He paced along the train, his haughty eye glaring down upon those imprisoned in the cars. Sibilus had detected something, and the distinct clanking of heavy boots on the roof above him only served to reinforce his suspicions. Dressed in a wholly black garb, his boots made a steady thud as he paced towards the carriage [member="Coren Starchaser"] was breaking into. A smirk tainting his lips, the Epicanthix tapped in the code to open the door to the carriage, and stepped inside.

"Lost, perhaps?" he spoke aloud, voice laden with poison and malice.

 

[Onrai]

Jabiim Orbit

The Guardian-class Assault Monitor Mordecai was in orbit of Jabiim, a token contribution by the Greater Maldrood to the Imperial naval forces assigned to planetary defense. Mordecai had been in service since the original Sith Empire, and had briefly seen use during the time of the New Order as a second-line patrol frigate. Now it was a reserve ship for the last bastion of the Empire should all go wrong - and as a reserve ship, it was utilized in simplistic, non-combat roles.

In orbit, the Mordecai began a long-range sensor sweep of the system. There was nothing it expected to find. Not now. After all, nothing of any serious import actually happened out here.

Right?

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Zak Dymo]

Location: The Train
Gear: Sasori Robes | Bracers | Amphistaff | Lightsaber | Hold Out Blaster | Multitool
Tags: [member="Théodred Heavenshield"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Cambria Zadira"] | [member="Cotan Sar'andor"] | [member="Tiland Kortun"]
Engaging: Open for dance partners

The young Pantoran was about to reply back to Ser Scruffy, when he saw a section of the train roof collapse.

Lightwhip. Now there was a weapon that the boy hadn't seen in a long time. Not since the One Sith. Probably even before Théo had been born.

The Sithspawn watched as the Twi'lek and the Old Tea Hermit jumped to engage the Sith wielding the lightwhip. The amphistaff coiled around the Pantoran bristled with an electric aura, as though sensing the predatory instinct that bred conflict within the dark youth.

The terentatek within his veins was yearning for an outlet. The call of the Hunt beckoned the child toward the fight that was starting to unfold. He sensed the coming clash between the Light and the Dark, and the Darkness within him reveled in it.

“Now come on or we will be late”.

The boy's head turned, looking back at where Théo was standing.

He was right. Fighting Sith was not the mission. Freeing the Jedi held captive, that was their only objective.

Hopping down from the roof, the former Primeval spy landed between two sets of cars, pulling out his multitool as he set to work bypassing the security lock. It was moment before he had the door to the car open.

Ahead, he could sense the familiar aura of Coren Starchaser.

And something else as well.

"I think Coren's about to have company," the boy warned cryptically.

 

[Kira Vaal]

“You said no more Sith.”

The YT series freighter sat like a fat blimp in the clouds having made it’s way into the system as it had to many other worlds, by simply appearing to be nothing more then a cargo freighter. It’s positioning, currently allowing those in the cockpit to see down towards the glowing trail indicated the location of the target train track [member="Coren Starchaser"] had told them about.

“I also said no more whiskey but you seemingly ignored that as well.” Kira Vaal answered back, as one known to be an active member of several resistance groups to the Sith and First Order causes as well as apparently a Jedi Master she seemed to be part of this rescue plan for no other reason then because why wouldn’t she.

It had been Coren who had reached out to her, through several old channels that had been quiet from their days together in the Underground. Now here she was with a few old agents sat in the Falcon currently waiting in reserve should the Jedi strike team currently beneath them need an extremely fast escape.

“Whiskey is different. Sith leave a burn in your throat.”

 

[Romi Jade]

Jabiim City​

Outer District (Industrial)​

Exterior​

Enemies: [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Jonn Taver"] | [member="Cassius Droma"]​

Objective: Engage Her Former Master & Possible Others?​

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Spoiler

[youtube]https://youtu.be/o--bLEobBFY[/youtube]

The hiss-crack of lightsaber smashing against lightsaber drowned out the sharp intake of her breath. One could only watch as the blow that had been struck and deflected drove Jade back, but she was quick to supplant herself as to power through the kinetic force that would have her stumbling. Intent on following through, she used that momentum to help her engage once again but was soon met by a display of telekinetic energy that force her back anyway.

Ugh!

Soon her form punctured the white veil, as she was thrown back. And with gravity, she was snatched down. Landing on her back, the duracrete colliding with her small frame before she let go a whimper of pain. But her adrenaline was pumping, bring her legs back, her knees became parallel with her face before she rocked and eventually jumped back to her feet.

She came to a brief standstill opposite him-just long enough to answer whatever he was about to say next.... a narrow place in the industrial chasm held both beings as the two stood and stared for a long while, neither blinking. Though she'd cut him off, speaking before he did...though nothing was audible; it was all through a mental link.

"What? Are you surprised?" Her nostrils flared in visible irritation, "I'd say this was pretty inevitable...you became a Jedi...then I did...and you fell to the dark side...then I did. Now...I'm starting to see the truth."

She'd take a step back, her finger tingling over the ignition switch of her weapon. Her acute hearing was telling her that much more...

 

[Riley Reese]

The rescue team was barely on the train before things started to go against them. First she noticed the two large beings advancing towards them through the driving rain. Then she felt them through the force. Like a shadow, the dark side seem to seep into her bones, bringing with it a crushing feeling of despair. She had never seen beings like this, but judging from the Jedi's reactions it wasn't a good sign.

Then a third being appeared, wielding a light whip that cut through the metal of the train with ease. She easily recognized this one as an agent of the Sith Empire. These were beings Riley didn't feel like confronting at the moment, or any moment really. Luckily, she didn't have to as two of the Jedi moved in to engage them.

Riley shifted her priorities to the task at hand. Rescuing the captured Jedi and other prisoners was first priority. That was now her main objective while the Jedi distracted the Sith and his guards. Moving quickly, she dropped between the two cars beside Boo and followed him to the train. Her rifle raised and at the ready for any sign of danger.

[member="Boo Heavenshield"]
[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Zoltan Charrel]

Jabiim City
Industrial Sector
Enemies: The Jedi
Allies: Sith
Objective: Investigate Disturbance
Engaging: Looking for a Dance Partner,
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Another day, another dollar. Or at least, that's what Zoltan was telling himself. The job had been relatively simple. With recent legislation having passed through the Sith Empire, Jedi were now outlawed. Any evidence of their existence ordered to be destroyed, and Jedi themselves taken prisoner and held captive. It was a political move that Zoltan tried to remain unbiased about, but the darkness in him was glad to see something happen. He'd been hired by the Empire to transport a pair of Jedi to a nearby prison complex here in the city. The job had gone by without a hitch, the Jedi gave no resistance, and Zoltan had left with a smile on his face.. well, it was quickly erased when he had to go back out in the rain.

And now, here he was. His boots splashed through puddles of water as Zoltan made his way back to his ship, his black hood drawn tightly to ward off the heavy rain and wind. He was soaked to the bone, the wind sending a sharp chill down his spine. He'd only been on this planet for a few hours and he already hated it. There were so many better places to be in the galaxy, why would anyone choose to come here? Zoltan fumed, eagerly making his way to the warmth of his ship. He could dry, get into a change of clothes, and open a nice bottle of Corellian rum while he waited for his payment to transfer. But then, there was a shift in the Force, his fine-tuned senses alerting him to something... Zoltan froze in his tracks, focusing on the disturbance.

Something wasn't right.

His hand dropped to the lightsaber hilt at his side, unclipping it, but keeping it unlit. His eyes scanned the area, trying to find something, anything to alert him of an abnormality. Then, in the distance, almost lost to the sounds of the heavy rain, Zoltan's ears picked up the unmistakable sounds of multiple lightsabers activating with the blood chilling snap-hiss.

He shook his head. It didn't matter what was going on over there. He'd done his job. He'd delivered the Jedi and secured them within the walls of their confinement.

But what if they'd broken out? What if he'd been deceived by the pair?

Cursing under his breath, Zoltan changed course and moved into a nearby alleyway, disappearing into shadows as he made his way towards the disturbance. He concentrated and began to eliminate his presence in the Force through a practice known as Force Stealth, while simultaneously reaching out and feeling for those that drew his attention.


[member="Romi Jade"] [member="Cassius Droma"] [member="Veiere Arenais"]

 

[WolfMortum]

Location: Jabiim City.​

Engaging: Facing his former Jedi Apprentice, [member="Romi Jade"].​

Nearby: [member="Cassius Droma"] & [member="Zoltan Charrel"].​

Special Inventory: Heavy Battle Attire, Promissium Annulos, Lightsabers.​

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"You became a Jedi...then I did...and you fell to the dark side...then I did".​

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The last time they had met, she had found him in his Exile and made all to clear the resentment she harbored for his past sins, the desecration of the Enclave of Deneba and the deaths of numerous Jedi. Vile acts that even today Veiere still struggled with his guilt and memory of what he had done, influenced by the Dark-Side of the Force yet never-the-less in control and responsible for his decisions; it was no wonder she had hated him back then...

..-But this was something else, entirely. She had claimed to have fallen to the Dark Side herself and somehow turned it around to him as though he had led her down that path. Perhaps she wasn't quite so far from the truth, given the weight his past weighed upon her conscience back then too. For the time being, [member="Romi Jade"] seemed content to hold herself back and await Veiere's word. Her instincts were sharply honed, his former apprentice also knew him all to well. Atleast she was willing to give him the chance.

The blue blade of his lightsaber suddenly died out, the energy dispatched from the blade emitter being quietened by Veiere's deactivation of the weapon. If Romi Jade felt so reliant, so impressionable, then perhaps she would be willing to follow him one last time. "If I've been as significant as you say, then why have you drawn your blade...-I've come here to assist the Jedi in bringing their people to safer territory". Had he known that she would be there then his priorities would have instead led him directly to her.

"I'm sorry for the things that I've done Romi, truly" Veiere continued, his hilt in his right hand held at his side yet wishing not to have to draw it upon her once more; "But the last thing I want is for you to walk that same path and feel the guilt that I carry every day. Turning away from the Light ruined me, I can no longer stand among my own people anymore without being reminded, or made to feel as though I owe them still..." words couldn't put his feelings and the consequences that had come down on him, do it justice. Like Veiere, Romi's passions right now would drive her forward, but eventually the depression and the weight of her volatile behavior would catch up to her, if she continued this way.

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"Whatever has brought you to this place, this moment...-Turn away from it. Find your way back to the Light. Nothing is worth going down that path, all you'll find is sadness and self-hatred".

 

[Théodred Heavenshield]

Location: The Train
Gear:Armour | Saber
Tags: [member="Boo Heavenshield"]| [member="Cambria Zadira"] | [member="Cotan Sar'andor"]| [member="Tiland Kortun"]| [member="Abigail Meredydd"]| [member="Riley Reese"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"]
Engaging: Open for dance partners



There was no time to lose, already the sense of situation had grown urgent which was felt through the force. Théo jumped down between the cars, watching for any sign of detection of their position as Boo worked on the lock. Coren would have help to keep the Sith distracted for the moment and if required he could join them but now was the time to start to main part of the mission, getting the Jedi out.

Another Jedi had joined them, armed with a rifle and no doubt plenty of abilities in the force, so they should make good speed. At least he hoped, you can always hope. He gave the young girl a nod, and that would be the extent of the formalities for now, there was no time for the finer points of protocol. "Coren knows we are here, if he needs us he can call". He spoke in low tones.

The idea of not engaging the enemy alongside Coren was eating at him, but as the door opened Théo moved forward into the car, saber in hand and ready to ignite. The force thumping through his veins, fueling his determination and strength of body, and ready to trigger when needed. His environment clear in his mind's eye, sensing the path ahead but cautiously moving through it.

"We are close", a voice as soft as a whisper, his head nodding the direction toward the front of the car.