Not the Hero this city needs, but the Villains it Deserves! [OS/TU versus GR]

[Keira Priest]

The brunt of the attack made by the Sith was dealt with personally, as Keira absorbed the lightning into the orange plasma of her saber, deflecting it back in a concentrated burst across enemy lines, colliding with the telekinetic arc released and creating a repulse that bubbled between forces. The sheer force of it all had driven her back a few feet, but as always she pushed on, too brash and perhaps too stupid in other's eyes to know when to back down. Briefly the words Patricia had spoken the day she was offered this position of command danced idly through her mind's eye, "I need someone who exhibits near-delusional levels of confidence..." Well, she had her there.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Those were the only words granted [member="Dish"], and however lighthearted they may have seemed, she meant it. There was a fine line between bravery and stupidity, and it was a line the Republic had been in danger of crossing for ages. With this most recent battle it all seemed to have come to a head, and they were in danger of losing everything to win one personal battle amidst a war. But months of drilling had prepared them all for a moment just like this, and just as quickly as they were scattered every one of them regrouped in order to bring the fight to the Sith, moving with a tactical precision not seen among common soldiers. Fitting, given who the Sith were dealing with.

Without pause she carved her own path through the enemy line towards [member="Lord Mythos"] himself. Someone had to deal with the premier threat of this battlefield, and it might as well have been her. Regardless of who fell today, it would be known across all fronts that the Republic had made their enemies bleed for every inch of territory gained in their favor. Just as she had said from the very beginning, the goal of the clone army and herself wasn't to win the war, it was to make everything as difficult as possible for the Sith along the way. Once she was within melee distance she paused, cutting down those that came a step too close for their own safety. They both knew how this worked. Fight or die.

 

[Nomkneer]

Location: Decimus Star Destroyer (Wyyrlock class), infront of the republic fleets
Enemies: Republic
Allies: [member="Draco"] Vereen, [member="Lord Mythos"], OS, TU

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VlhQZFTvAn4

Nomkneer was in an all out battle of destruction and fire, lasers, ion beams, anything and everything was being shot from both sides coming from every ship. It was total chaos, the Millenial was getting shot from many of the Republic ships and the kaleesh was facing a real problem if he didn't react soon and counter their attack on Millenial fast enough.

"They're targetting Millenial, ok Millenial you have loaded cannons, aim for the main star destroyer, i dont have much information on these people, where is the guy that was supposed to bring it!"

Suddenly after much time have passed, now is when the soldier appears and gives Nomkneer the information of all ships, design, weakness and all.

"Thank you"

Nomkneer isn't the type of person to smile often, he couldn't hide his true feelings and so the consequences of having been late with the information was to be inevitable. He used telekinesis on the trooper and lifted him six inches in the air forcing him to gaze the kaleesh' eyes.

"look at my eyes, this is your punishment for bringing me the information this tardy, i could've avoided many things if you have lessened the time"

And from one gaze of eye to eye, he used deadly sight to burn one his eyes, a lesser punishment yes, though it doesn't mean that Nomkneer had pitty, more like he needs the man power and he couldn't afford to loose him in this dire situation.

"Now get to the main security room and make sure those shield systems keep working perfectly because i do not want Decimus to take the same fire Millenial has, we have good weaponry but our best feats are our defenses, so make sure their up, point all Decimus targets toward the... Obi-wan kenobi is the name of that ship"

The soldier fell to the ground and after he said those words he went running towards the security room like a hare running from a fox. Everything was in panic but the General had a very calm mind, as calm as his insanity but, he will handle a situation with the right attitude.

"I want the line of gunships to protect the Millenial shoot all ships that are shooting it, we cant let them destroy the millenial, the shields are strong but they wont hold much longer if they overload the ship is toast!"

The gunships were setting their targets on the ships that are attacking the Millenial and the orders were being done as told.

"Finally, some decent execution of orders"

 

[Mythos]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bzPuK1vib_c

Glory. Majesty. Victory. Fire and flame....we are one.

The king lead the way in battle, it was as if every moment they had trained together came to a climax in this one defining moment of courage and bravery. They are his warriors, they shall know no fear. Atrisian soldiers walked above the corpses of their fallen brethren with no sign of hesitation, they charged behind Mythos with majesty and fearlessness in the face of death. Die they would, it was what they were bred to do, what they were born to do. Atrisian soldiers that made up this wave consisted of the elite of the Atrisian Empires' veterans, soldiers that were of a special cast, descendants of soldiers who in turn also descended from warriors. They wore white and red attires, the sign of the One Sith in their backs and the finest weapons that they could be armed with.

Mythos did not look back, he charged forward to meet the enemy head first and break their spirit with his presence in the battlefield. Behind him the royal guard of the Jar'Kai wedged and held up slabs of concrete and durasteel to cause a slight buffer to enemy fire. They intended to fight in the most honorable way of combat, hand to hand, face to face.... the truest test of a warrior, a champion a Hero.

Mythos' yellow orbs of fury that he called eyes met [member="Keira Ticon"], a warrior who stood fearless in the face of an oncoming assault, he saw in her exactly what he sought in this battlefield, an enemy with no fear of death.... Rockets slammed into the side flank of his formation yet that never halted his charge, it was like trying to stop a tidal wave.... it just was not going to happen. Mythos held his black core lightsaber in one hand and the axe that sung in the wind in his right. Between him and his enemy were the soldiers of the republic, redirecting a blaster bolt with his lightsaber Mythos made short work of a charging clone, his blaster bolt being redirected to his helmet and his corpse dropping on the floor soon after. Another clone came forward, Mythos saw him ready his blaster before he actually did... Force enhancement on his limbs brought the sith lord at spitting distance from the trooper and the axe of Adas came down like a guillotine decapitating the trooper in single powerful swing.

Mythos stood on top of the corpse for a brief yet eternal moment. His gaze met the warrior as he looked down on her, his axe dripping blood on the duracrete floor and blaster bots zipping past him. He could see the bolts coming before they did, casually bobbing and weaving to get out of their way...

In a split moment, in the time it too light to flash from a muzzle to the eyes, Mythos rushed his opponent as his axe raised behind him, lightsaber pointed forward and Juyo taking full control. Unorthodox, unpredictable, fully offensive, this was his fighting style. This was his way of life. As soon as the thrust met her defense the axe would come down in an angled chop followed by a rising knee aimed at her chest.

 

[Long Gone]

Objective: Exit the combat zone.
Allies: None
Enemies: Combat fatigue and emotions

Mira grimaced as she listened to the comm channel buzz through and the feedback from Tiburon lead. She jerked the flightstick hard right, banking the XJ-IX while pulling the compensator throttle backwards to cause it to roll inverted back towards the surface of Chazwa. “Roger that, Twin Suns departing mission area.” She said grimly before leveling out the X-Wing and bringing the stick back towards her, causing the Vernier thrusters to engage quickly and send the ship upwards in a sharp angle. “Suns Squadron – time to go home, break off engagement and move to my coordinates.” Mira took a second to look down at her locators and noticed that Suns Eight had also gone down. She had lost two vessels in the engagement but had managed to account for atleast three enemy ships on her own – the ratio was a bit off but they would bounce back….they had to.

The sinking sensation of loss and grief hit her hard in her chest and began to drop into the pit of her stomach as she broke through the atmosphere of Chazwa – escorting a variety of civilian craft, along with the remaining members of Twin Suns Squadron as well as their own escorts, Silver Squadron. She didn’t bother to look out to her left at Suns Two who took up her starboard side and was flying relatively close to her vessel – she just continued preparations to jump to hyperspace. Her right hand manipulated the s-foil mechanism, and as the wings of the X-Wing collapsed in – she punched in the coordinates into her navcomputer.
“Alright – let’s go home.”

She pulled back the lever on her right side, looking down at it briefly before turning her gaze back to the bow of the X-Wing – stars would begin to streak and turn into the familiar blue-white of hyperspace as each of the ships respectively exploded in a burst of energy out of the hotzone. For the first time in what seemed like forever, Mira let go of the flightstick and looked down at her trembling hand. A flood of emotion hit her all at once, causing her other hand to let go of the hyperdrive lever and come up to rub her face. Her free hand pushed back the orange visor, groaning softly as she tried to hold back the tears - never had she felt anything like that before.

It was a bit much.

[member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Chevu Visz"]

 

[Thane Drexel]

Location: sky over Chazwa
Allies: [member="Juwiela Melec"] and GR and Rebel Alliance [member="stardust"]
Objective: Protect Chazwa civilians.
Enemies: OS/TU
Armaments: All weapons in Bio in storage and in the Cockpit of his HEPF-1 Saint Fighter (Secondary Loadout)


After a long hiatus in a backwater cantina on a booze filled stooper. The Benefactor returned to his home behind the stick of his fighter. S-foils locked into attack position and safety off, Wild Turkey was hot and ready for action.

"Wild Turkey, on station. What does it look like out there Blue Eyes?"

The heavy stealth fighter with Thermal Dissipators and stealth plating glided unknown by enemy sensors or scanners. Holding back beyond the perimeter of the action, Thane waited for a target or an order. The wings of his ship boldly shown the symbol of the Rebel Alliance. He wanted everyone to know the Rebel Alliance was there for them. His friend had gone down a dark path, Thane wasn't going to stop until he brought her back to him. The Techno Scumbags and the Once Upon a Sithtards had attacked the planet at the response to recent events.

The feeling of sadness payed heavy on Thane's heart, a friend needed him. But these civilians needed him more.

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

He felt his body cut down more troops, acting on auto pilot. Each step leading to a slash with the lightsaber, a fallen trooper. He continued moving, feeling out in the force for his master, Mythos. If he was fighting side by side with anyone, he was making it Mythos. His master, a great warrior with a huge Axe. He saw another trooper fall and yet his continued moving, continued fighting. More troops rushed, more fell. It was the dream hideout.

He continued, knowing that the shuttle he was on had landed close to Lord Mythos and his troops. He saw the flash of a lightsaber in the distance, a move powered by Juyo, Lord Mythos if he'd ever seen it. He'd only seen his master in battle once, but knew full well the form of Juyo was always his go to. There was still distance between them however, still troops in the way. He, Colt, continued moving forward, stepping into every attack and lunging or bringing his lightsaber down in a wide arc from the Krayt's Claw position.

He stood behind the troops of Lord Mythos, watching them push forward. He would mix with their ranks, pushing through. The troops all knowing his loyalty to Lord Mythos, parting. Each of the troops ready to launch the final attack. The male in the robes chuckled, lightsaber in hand, fingers tightening around it. The Republic would suffer a great loss here today, but this battle was one in many in the war between Sith and Jedi, One Sith and Republic. It was a great fight, energetic and all over the place.

The troops pushed up, each shot fired actually meaning something. The male stopped, allowing the troops to keep pushing up. Lord Mythos was close, a good close though. Slowly, dropping to the side. Hiding to the side, the male watched. Watched the battle between Jedi and Sith, studied how Lord Mythos attacked, how he used his weapons. He nodded, watching the battle.

Then he stepped out, shook off his robe and watched the battle, ready and waiting to jump in and help his master where needed.

[member="Lord Mythos"]
[member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Jack Sparrow]

The Black Pearl dropped out of hyperspace, followed by three troop transports. Each of the transports carried 1,000 Wookiees, ready to lend a hand. In addition, 300 All Terrain Kashyyyk transports, along with thousands of bowcasters and metric tonnes of materiel were stored. Each of the Wookiee generals had at his disposal a protocol droid to assist with translation.

Captain Jack Sparrow himself had no intention of joining the battle personally, but as senator of Kashyyyk he felt it was important to show solidarity and try to put a good face on this terrible time.

Jack opened a comm line. "This is Captain Jack Sparrow, senator of Kashyyyk, speaking. Hello. Hope everyone is well, or at any rate as well as can be expected. I've brought some Wookiees along to help. Where would you like them, and what's for dinner?"

 

[Chevu Visz]

Chevu wasn't sure what she was expecting, but it wasn't that. As the dark sided energy flew from her body, she felt as if her limbs were being ripped from her torso. But it worked. The illusionist faltered, stumbling.

She saw him in the distance and felt his Force signature. Coren was here. The captial of Chazwa was a death parade. Any refugees who hadn't made it out in the first wave? They were probably dead. There was no reason for Chevu to stay and fight against an opponent who clearly outmatched her in prowess. So she did what any sane person would.

She ran to her Master.

With only fumes and adrenaline, powering her muscles, the Mirialan used the Dark Jedi's stumble to dart down the street, running like hell to meet up with the Commander.

She couldn't bring herself to look back.

[member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Draco"] Vereen

 

[Harmon Taldan]

Location: Chazwa Capital
Allies: [member="coren starchaser"] [member="chevu visz"] [member="marcus itera"] Galactic Alliance, Republic Civilians, Team Lightside
Enemies: [member="tyranek"] [member="jardo snow"] One Sith, Techno Union, Team Darkside

Harm watched as the large sith stopped firing at the rooftop and continue on towards his previous goal of causing mayhem, firing into the buildings. Then he saw an armored figure charge at the Gen'dai while firing at it somewhat haphazardly. There were still some soldiers firing into the mass of troopers exiting the drop pods, adding to the chaos of the situation, but someone needed to help the armored soldier have a chance to survive this encounter.

Harm brought his rifle up to his shoulder and let the force flow into his focus and through the sights. In his mind he drew a connection between the large sith's hand holding the repeating blaster and the explosive rounds in his weapon. For better accuracy, he switched it from three-round burst to single shot and sent a pair of shots at the Gen'dai, aiming to remove the blaster from the large warriors hand, and possibly the hand itself.

 

[Krenis Skirata]

[member="Darth Vulkan"]

"Thanks, vod," Krenis said as his men headed towards the med-ship. "Things will not be friendly towards us here soon enough." He lifted the rifle to his shoulder as they made their way through the carnage. "And I can't do anything for the clone army. They won't recognize my authority in this state." He ducked as an explosion dusted a nearby building, sending shrapnel and rubble raining down on the street. Chunks of building rattled off of his armor. "Non-clone personnel I can get to stand down."

He frowned for a moment behind his helmet.

"Unless they're Lasedri loyalists. Already had one team try to assassinate me." He clenched his teeth as another wave of pain surged through his body from the blaster injuries. "Rest should be easy enough. We've stolen a ship that's fighting its way out-system to jump to Mandalorian space. We can rendezvous with it there."

 

[Dish]

"Afraid I'll outdo you ma'am?" Quipped the clone as he blasted the Atrisian troops, waving for the trooper inspecting the fallen to return to the line. Putting blaster bolts into the elite troops and ducking as blaster fire strafed his position, he clenched his teeth as the gunship hammered away at the troops and bought Dish some time. Just enough time to tackle the trooper who'd charged behind him as a blast from a rocket impacted their position. The two were hurled from their position and onto the street amidst the debris. For a moment he laid still, the shock leaving his ears ringing as he looked back at the smoking hole where he'd just been, then down at the trooper below him who clutched what Dish could only figure was a broken collarbone. Waving for the clone to stay down Dish rose to his feet, his eyes snapping to the jar'kai warrior who was now charging for him.

Had Dish been so loyal to his training he'd have drawn a sidearm and cut the man down, but no, his anger blinded him to that kind of reasoning. Charging forward the black armored soldier ducked under a blow meant for his head and struck the warrior in the stomach. Like the warrior Dish knew the man before him would be, the jar'kai struck back with another strike, only for Dish to sidestep and dodge it effortlessly, planting another blow on the warrior's throat. This time the soldier staggered, and in that instant, Dish unsheathed and buried a knife into his opponents throat. As he wretched it free his training kicked in, and the ferocious soldier drew a sidearm and blasted another charging jar'kai twice in the chest then holstered the weapon. Without pause he took the shotgun from his back and pumped a barrage into a squad of Atrisians, downing them and then setting his sights on a different opponent.

For now, [member="Keira Ticon"] was dealing with [member="Lord Mythos"], but amidst the chaos of flying duracrete and a gunship raining down blasterfire and concussion missiles, Dish found another, [member="Jardo Snow"]. The Jorin clone didn't pause, placing the shotgun on his back and drawing both sidearms, the vong-shaped and therefore force dead supersoldier had and advantage on the acolyte for now, in the fact that the man couldn't sense him in the force. Dish would press that advantage, drawing one sidearm and letting off a barrage of shots with one hand as his free hand wrapped around the grip of his sonic shotgun, slowly advancing as he fired. It was time for blood.

 

[Arabella Darkhold]

[SIZE=12pt]Location: Streets of Chazwa[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Enemies: The Republic[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Allies: All the Sith[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]3[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Arabella now walked along the streets slowly cobalt blue eyes studied each of the buildings laid out so perfectly. She stopped.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]Her father had taught her a few things one that she had finally gotten good at. A smile caressed her lips, turning upwards as her eyes narrowed, holding out her hand she began to speak, “nu visita sh'jatau tave jen' {powers} iv tave tsis”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]As she spoke her eyes turned onyx black, as the power of the dark side began to gather to her, “tave sekleti pradzia xok” As she spoke the ground before her began to shake, “mountains” the ground cracked open and before her formed earth pillars only about 4 or 5 foot tall.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Arabella laughed, as she walked repeating the spell over and over destroying the streets, and force pushing the glass of the business around her.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]It was then that a group of soldiers appeared their leader leveled his blaster at her, Arabella tilted her head still smiling.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She drew her lightsaber, thumbing over the switch the hum resonated around them. The warm glow of the red blade reflected back from shards of glass.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“I want to play, do you?” She took another step.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“STOP where you are” he ordered.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Arabella laughed, “Really?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]The soldiers fanned out a line across her path, “The more the merrier” how many were there, six that was a little daunting. But she liked a challenge.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Ready?” She asked, she could see them tighten up, "Don't worry it only hurts for a minute I've heard"[/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt][member="Lord Mythos"][/SIZE]

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

[SIZE=12pt]“I’m right beside you” Rekha was quick to catch up and begin her guerrilla tactic movements through the city looking for [member="Chevu Visz"] . She didn’t really know what she looked like, but she knew [member="Coren Starchaser"] did so that was all that mattered.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]They were moving up, this kind of destruction was not anything they had not ever seen before when he gave the order to burn the building down whether they were back or not she couldn’t help but give him a concerned look.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]He had that look before, that determined, nothing going to get in my way look, so that meant a few things in her mind. Things that she wasn’t ready to think about.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Do you have a location for her right now?” Trackers were sometimes used, if he knew it would cut a lot of looking down.[/SIZE]

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Braxus Zambrano
Herald of Darth Vornskr
Streets of Chazwa
Sweet Sweet Death

"Oh now this is getting interesting...we found the brave ones!" Braxus said, flashing a maddening smile as he kicked his feet up onto the desk, he looked around at the bombed out office building. The windows were smashed and the floor partially crumbled beneath the might of blasts and bombs from the One Sith Navy. But the most profound scene would be the amount of civilian and soldier bodies scattered on the floor, a trail going out into the street and far down. They were like a panicking flock of sheep, Braxus thought, and it was almost comical to participate in their fall.

"You know after killing so many of you I think i'm getting a little tired, lets take a break and play a game shall we?" Braxus said to the flock of cowering people herded together by the Blackblade Guard just a few feet away, grabbing the old revolver styled slugthrower that sat just on the desk. He popped the barrel out and pulled each individual bullet from the chamber and tossed each one of them over his shoulder, except for one. Braxus then touched the barrel and with force spun it so fast it was a blur, before snapping it back into place. "And now for our contestant...you'll do fine, soldier boy come on up!" Braxus pulled his feet off of the desk and sat upright in his chair while two of the Blackblades dragged the man around the desk and tossed him at the Anzati's feet. The soldier was a tall man wearing a disheveled uniform blood soaked, his face covered with a mix of blood, sweat, and profound bruises.

"So this is how we play, we each just keep pulling the trigger until one of us drops, and I go my honest associates here will be more than happy to take you off this planet and to safety, right?" Braxus said as he looked around at all of the Blackblade Guardsmen that swarmed the place, some were putting blasts in the motionless bodies to make sure they were dead while others stood like statues, no one responded. "Right...so you first soldier boy." He said to the soldier, spinning the barrel one more time before snapping it in place again and holding the gun out to the soldier. Braxus wasn't at all worried, if anything he was thrilled at the game, the randomness of its outcome, and the amount of fear eminating from his captives.

The soldier took the revolver with his hands trembling and placed the weapon up to his temple, he held it there for a few moments, the weapon shaking while the man struggled to get a hold of himself. He then clenched his eyes and face and pulled the trigger Click. "See that wasn't so bad, theres a-" Braxus was cut off mid sentence as the man turned the revolver on him, Click Click. The man pulled back the revolver and looked at it in horror. Braxus ripped the weapon from the mans hand "Now that wasn't very fair, just like Republic your always trying to cheat someone, but the only ones who suffer are your own people." He said, clicking twice with his tongue.

Two of the guardsman watching over the civilians huddled together stepped forward and fired a multitude of shots, blasting several holes in two of the captives until they fell over in a heap, still smoking. The soldier moved to stand only to be forced down, screaming in horror as his charges were killed. "They die because of you, and do you want to know something, soldier boy?" Braxus held the revolver up to his own head "I'm not afraid of death, I embrace it." Braxus pulled the trigger, Click. "I am blessed by a being beyond your own comprehension, and I am one of the strong." He said pulling the trigger a second time, Click. "This planet burns and so does its people, wheres your Republic armies, hm? Where are your Jedi heroes to save you? I don't see anyone, except for the corpse in front of me. Oh and don't worry about these people, I'm sure they believe, believe that you were too weak to stop their deaths." Braxus slammed the barrel of the revolver against the mans forehead with startling speed and pulled the trigger, Boom. A mist of blood and fragments of bone puffed into the air to the cacaphony of blaster fire, and before his body even hit the floor there wasn't a single captive left.

"Lets move out we have more people to kill, and I can feel more nearby.." Braxus said as he stood up and tucked the revolver in his belt. The anzati stepped over body after body as he made his way out of the building and onto the streets, the smell of smoke burning its way into his mouth and up his nostrils, while the sounds of war erupted around him. The One Sith had come for one reason and one reason only: Death. "Sweet sweet death..."

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Slowly blinking, eyes watching the fight between Lord Mythos and the Jedi lightly. The force was quiet, just tracking the fight. He waited, continued watching. He didn't see the bullets coming towards him, didn't feel anything in the force. Again, the force was quiet. A few of the bullets shot off caught his arm and shoulder, knocking him backwards. He felt the pain shoot up his arm, felt the blood on the wound. His right hand instantly jumped across his body, gripping at the wound on his left arm. He saw the blood seeping through his fingers, only narrowly managing to drop under the other shots.

He crawled up to his feet, growling in pain. He saw the shooter, saw him reaching for another gun. He launched into a jump, powering it with the force. A force jump was a great move, able to get some perfect height on a launch, not the most tiring of force powers. The movement in the arms it took was the worst, the pain shooting further and further down his arm. While gripping said arm however, he wasn't just waiting around. He was using a mix of anger and hate to power his jump while thinking of happier times to use some basic force healing on the wound. Another move he didn't quite understand how he knew, and it was the polar opposite of what he normally did. It was rare he though of happy thoughts, preferring to power his movements with anger and hate.

The healing had stopped the bleeding, but that was all that he could do. He wasn't that good, he couldn't keep happy thoughts long enough to do so. The dark anger in his body, from being shot, from losing his memory. He channeled all of it into his fingertips, into the force. Lightning cackled along his left hand. He stretched said hand out, the force lightning being sent out towards the shooter. If it hit, fine. It wouldn't do much, probably cause some slight knockback and pain. He didn't have the energy to keep it up for as long as he needed. He needed to reserve his energy, block more of these shots with the lightsaber in his hand.

"Don't try and fight the darkside"

[member="Dish"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Closing time. Pack up shop. Get the ships loaded. Pick up the Alliance. Move the civilians to safety and give the Republic assistance. That was what this was about. But right now it was getting too deep. Coren Starchaser was on the mother frakking ground. He did not like that. He was not happy. He wanted to get back to the sky. But with Rekha nearby, it was like old times, but this was too much of a war than Coren wanted, with no clear objective for him.

“She’s coming. I can feel her.” He said to his partner. Pointing his rifle down range, he started firing at the incoming Sith. The sounds of his Power-Nine would alert Chevu to where they were, from there? The three of them could get back to the fighters and get off this rock.

The fire and fight here was not what the Underground duo was used to, this was all out war. Coren was going to need to find a way to rise above this when it came time to take a strike to the Sith. So long as he was in a fighter, he was fine, but this? This was something else. Reaching out in the Force he was looking for the rest of his people, he would need to come back down with a landing craft to get them.

Unless they could get out too.

[member="Rekha Kaarde"]
[member="Chevu Visz"]

 

[Keira Priest]

Music

"Can't ever be too careful, right?" Somehow the banter helped clear her head, bringing her back to the central, present moment, and what really mattered in all of this. Within seconds the Sith was upon her, and without a moment's hesitation Keira flashed her blade up to meet his own, finding herself off-balance from the strength behind his strikes, though she barely managed to sidestep the singing cut of the axe, the knee no doubt meant to knock the breath from her doing nothing more than causing her to stumble just slightly thanks to the armor she wore. This was going to be interesting. Hopefully he wouldn't be too disappointed if she managed to keep up with his every move.

From the corner of her eye she spotted [member="Dish"] advancing on the other Sith that had thus far remained out of the fight he was clearly observing between herself and his counterpart, and she flashed a minute, wicked grin beneath her helmet. "Don't have too much fun without me." She and the trooper made a good team, or maybe their constant back-and-forth was helping to keep them both sane on the battlefield, but either way she couldn't say she minded his company. It was better than being alone in another warzone with nothing but the enemy. Win or lose, this would all make quite the story to tell, at any rate, and that was really all that war amounted to anymore.

The amber that smoldered in her irises like molten gold was just as volatile as those possessed by the one she clashed with, unbeknownst to him. It made her just as dangerous, if not twice more so, given that she didn't hold within herself quite the same refinement over her ability. Without warning she released a repulse of the Force that cracked like a gunshot through the air. If it connected it would knock even the best trained warrior off balance and likely off their feet entirely, a move that would hopefully leave him open and her with the high ground. But she didn't quite wait for an affirmative. Instead she moved in for the kill, always calculating, but still just as brash as ever.

[member="Lord Mythos"]

 

[Dish]

"Wouldn't dream of it ma'am." The clone replied, gritting his teeth as the shock of [member="Jardo Snow"]'s lightning coursed through his body. Only certain forms of force lightning affected the force dead, and that of the acolyte, while painful wasn't all that debilitating. As the Sith boasted about the darkside the soldier holstered the blaster pistol and leveled the sonic shotgun, the pulse of the weapon wasn't going to be stopped by a lightsaber, and he was sure the acolyte knew that. His gaze quickly shifted to [member="Keira Ticon"] momentarily, noting the presence of [member="Arabella Darkhold"]. She'd be an issue, more so perhaps than the acolyte before him, so Dish came to a quick resolution. He'd kill them both.

Oddly enough, prior to Ticon, he hadn't ever been all that fond of any force users, but he and the woman who was his leader seemed to work quite well together, and their banter kept Dish rational, and was far better than trying to take on the chaos of the battle trapped in silence. Something told him the both of them had fought far too many wars in their lives, caused and seen too much death. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't glad to be under someone who he could actually respect and was admittedly happy be fighting alongside her. Assuming they made it out, the first round of drinks were on him. Accept he didn't get paid.

He'd figure something out.

"Boy," He began, firing off a blast at Snow, steadily advancing and firing again, his eyes locked on the Sith and burning with hatred behind the grim visage of his visor. "There are things far worse than your dark side, care to see?" Dish questioned menacingly, letting off another shot from his weapon, then another, and another. The man seemed somewhat conflicted when he'd jumped and healed himself, the practice seemed foreign to him, it was strange, but still, Dish had every intention of gutting him.

[member="Lord Mythos"]

 

[Arabella Darkhold]

[SIZE=12pt]Arabella gazed at the men, slowly she began to reach out with the force she wrapped it lovingly around each of the men before her slowly carefully as she stood her ground looking at them.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Slowly she began to pull the life from them, her father had taught her well this skill and though she was not a master of it she had managed to learn enough that it would fuel her dark side, increase her senses.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“I am feeling so much better now, are you feeling ok?” She took a step, “I use to play a game of mother may I during practices, one step, one skill” Her dark eyes gleamed as the rims of her iris slowly began to glow yellow.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“A hundred years of darkness are coming hide your younglings for out of the darkness nightmares will rise” She slowly drew the force back, she could hear blaster fire, it was so close.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]For moment they all looked towards the sounds, the sound of battle. Arabella turned and focused on the leader of the squad with her, slowly instilling Force Fear into the deepest recesses of his mind, she twisted the force tightly driving it into his heart.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]The leader’s weapon dropped an inch, “what are you doing?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Me” she asked so sweetly, “I’m playing” She was playing in his mind she raised her hand slowly curling her fingers into her palm, bringing on insanity. His mind resisted but she plunged and pushed till there was nothing left but for her to instill the thought, “they’re all sith, kill them all” she twisted his vision to see his men as his enemies.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“”I’m just trying to help” she fluttered her eyes, making herself appear more like a damsel in distress than a Sith dressed in black. “save me”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]She could feel his will melt as he slowly began screaming turning his weapon on his men as they fell, Arabella shook her head and walked towards him, blocking any stray bolts that flew her way till she was before him. And all other lay dead or dying, “Good job, they train you all so well”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She did not kill him, his mind might heal, and if it did he’d have to live with what she had him do.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Arabella looked over to where the battle raged.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]She began to walk towards the sounds.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt][member="Dish"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt][member="Lord Mythos"][/SIZE]

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

[SIZE=12pt]Rekha nodded, ok he was doing his force thing again. Was she one of the only people he knew that didn’t use the force? Had she ever wanted to?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Well yeah, there’s been a few times that time on Tatooine laying in the canyon, or that time on Hoth crashed in the ship, OH OH and then there was that time over on Dagobah when the spiders came.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Ok, so yeah it could come in handy.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Rekha moved up, “if she’s coming to us, maybe staying closer to the ships is a good idea. We can move up, stagger and shoot whoever comes around the corner that isn’t Alliance, or a good guy”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Rekha shouldered the rifle, and pulled the pair of DC17 Blasters she aimed, and shot at the first of the Sith troops coming around the corners.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Target practice”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Rekha could feel the beat of her heart drumming against the tip of her finger as she prepared to pull the trigger again. From her right another pair of troopers appeared.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Are they manufacturing them” Rekha turned her right hand to shoot at them, while her left shot at the ones before them. “I’d like to complain about the working conditions”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Blaster bolts came in over their heads.[/SIZE]

[member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Chevu Visz"]