Now This Is Podracing! (Coalition Dominion of Zygerria)

[Cathbodua]

19/20

The hospital seemed to be keeping up its operations and as she moved into the inner chambers and area where the researchers were recovering. She removed the crystal and set it back in the vault where they had it usually bowing and removing her mask as she had the lights dimmed to not get to burnt. Slowly Cathbodua went back and found her chamber of the hospital to meditate and brought out her lightwhip while she was openign it with the force and setting the shard of the crystal in with her pontite from the hammerfall. Slowly the hilt closed while she was checking it and feeling around with it. A new hilt was in the works and she was moving some of her attention towards it while she was feeling the healing crystals energy with the calmness of the pontite.

 

[Matsu Ike]

20/20

The walk back to the hospital was well longer then she liked but she did manage to catch up with some of the ones getting lost along the way. A small look on her face while helping them before she was contiuing on and with a tag on the slavers for the ranger's to get... It allowed Matsu to enjoy herself and look at the glove as she was tinkering with it. Tightening the metal in places to better fit her hand and adjusting the crystal in the center of it. She would likely have to change it or make a new one specifically for this purpose but for now.. well for now she was enjoying it. Soon afterwards for them the hospital came into view and Matsu entered getting back to work, their supply of cubes had been protected the crystal recovered and Connor was being Connor and keeping most others away. Worth it before she was sitting back at her desk and assigning healers where needed making sure they knew how to use the cubes.

 

[Enyo Typhos]

(10/20)
Enclave of Hope
[member="Nima Tann"]


In the face of the slaughter, the violence and bloodshed Callisto stayed calm and controlled. Such was the benefit of being an HRD, being freed from the curse of emotion. Well, actually the truth might be a bit more complex than that, for she was not a pure mechane. Within her shell an organic essence, a soul if you wanted to be poetic, was encased. This was one of the major reasons for her aptitude as an infiltrator. Did this mean some vestiges of feeling were left in that shell as well? Maybe, maybe not.


Thus her answer to the Jedi's query was immediate and dispassionate as she scythed a thug who was foolish enough to come close. "Yes, be ready." Nothing more needed to be said. Truth be told, she would have preferred simply gunning the Gamorrean down, but could see logic in the suggestion. Moreover, it would be interesting and perhaps tactically useful to see famed Jedi mentalism in action. An art that one day Archangel's secret Force clones would have to harness.


While Nima tried to get into the head of the Gamorrean tough, the battle continued. Scores of thugs lay dead upon the blood-splattered ground, blasted dead by the turrets, slaughtered by battle droids or even by some of the freed slaves, for the ablest and bravest among them had taken up weapons to fight for their freedom, but many still resisted. Bringing up her blaster Callisto fired upon the Gamorrean. Given the armour he was wearing the bolts would not hurt that much, but they would annoy him, which was the attention.


The massive thug charged at her, bolts for the most part just bouncing off his armour, and swung his mighty battleaxe. However, though he was strong Callisto was more agile and so she dodged and rolled under the powerful blow, then as he was off-balance delivered a good kick to the knee to destabilise him and then, as he seemed to tumble, grabbed him by the shoulder and tossed him over her like a ragdoll.


There was a loud crunch when he hit the ground, spitting out blood. Snarling with anger, he brought up a flamethrower integrated into his wrist and unleashed a stream of flame. Fire swept towards Callisto as she bolted towards him, eating her flesh and singing the metal beneath it.


The HRD leapt into the air, jumping over it, but then to her surprise the Gamorrean tossed an ion grenade. Evidently he was a good deal more genre-savvy than the average talking pig! Unfortunately for Callisto she could not dodge at this point, so she took the electrical blast full-on as she landed before him, temporarily taking her out of commission as her systems threatened to shut down.


The droid was forced down to the ground as vital circuits were damaged by the explosion. The Gamorrean suffered an electrical shock as well, but it was something he could take. He grabbed his mighty axe and in a rage brought it down upon the HRD, beating upon her. Her hand found his axe arm and twisted hard as she pulled it towards an unnatural angle...He head-butted her but she could feel no pain and he was sent tumbling when she whipped out a sonic pistol and fired a blast straight into his chest. Dropping the gun, she landed a hard punch into his face, then ripped off his helmet.

 

[Jsc]

Outside the Box
w [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] 6/20

Prinn had witnesses the surprise melee and the trouncing of the Queen with awe. It did appear that all gears were spinning now. What should she do? Where did she go next? All the questions of battle she'd never thought to ask before. Prinn was at a loss for her own answers. Oh dear. Her miasma of thought was broken as a thug stumbled into her and fell. His body still smoking from the violent sounds and lights just beyond the door. Firemane was busy today. The soldiers were fighting outside.

Emma withdrew her stun pistol and seized the moment. She moved to the edge of the balcony and carefully peered out into the crowd. The shock and awe of the fighting had not yet descended upon the whole crowd. Apparently people being thrown from the Queen's balcony was commonplace enough to merit only a few gasping faces and puzzled look from security. Even as the Queen's guards died above and in the hallways beyond, none of her forces below and nearer the race track seemed to catch on.

"They don't even know?"

Prinn was bumped out of the way by a very familiar trooper,

"Didn't I say stay behind me? Now, move."

Emma stepped back as the soldier gave a quick lookout below. He nodded and pulled out a det charge. Activating the explosive he threw it out from the balcony and down at a security vehicle parked nearer the track. Kaboom! The vehicle exploded with glee and anthem! Sending the Royal Guards standing nearby sailing high into the air. Crispy as toast and deader than the dirt they landed in.

The crowd gasped at the violent display. The giant plume of fire and tires that erupted before them. Oh yes. Only then did they all suddenly become aware of the bolter fire that decorated the upper levels of their spectacle. Explosions that sent even more bodies sailing from the top decks. Slaver guards and smuggler securities. Thugs and villains went flying. Even the race announcer stopped to ponder what all the ruckus was?

Prinn gasped at the wild display of confusion and audacity below. Grabbing the trooper with a quick lunge,

"Do you know what you've just done! Now everyone will know that we are here!"

"Too late for that little miss. Look!"

The trooper pointed to the sky and drew Emma's eyes away from the crowd. Up, up, far and away. High into the clouds you could already see the fireworks on display. Red and orange, violet and blue. The engagement in space was already well underway. Back down to earth, the trooper gave Emma a shake,

"Come on Silver. You've got a planet to win."

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Post 9 of 20
Location: Zygerrian Dawn race track
Allies: [member="Sempra the Hutt"]
Frenemies: [member="Coci Heavenshield"]
Objective: 2. Chase the Coci!

He took the inside of the turn, cutting back the throttle to avoid losing control and maintaining the centrifugal force at a level the pod could sustain.

It created an opening, through which a pod came up alongside to pass him. With his eyes closed, the boy had only a fleeting glimpse of the driver through the Force. "The Force is strong with this one," the youngling murmured to himself, impressed at the intensity at which the mere presence of the pod driver resonated within the Force.

Coming out of the turn, the boy was close behind the unknown Force User. The track should be bringing them close to the finish by now, and it seemed that the race was coming down to the last few kilometers. It ought to serve to provide Sempra the Hutt with much needed entertainment, assuming the Hutt was still watching the race.

Shifting into gear, the tween punched the accelerator. He felt the pod surge from beneath him, lifted up by the sudden thrust of the repulsors. He was manuvering to try and overshoot the pod in the front. A leapfrog, so to speak.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Objective 2.
Location: 6th position just ahead of Boo!
[member="Boo Chiyo"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

(7)

The race was reaching it's conclusion, and Coci could see the end of the canyon ahead. A long thin stream of daylight indicated the way to all the competitors remaining, although the force far better to confirm it with. She did not push the pod faster, that was never her objective, but instead wanted to keep the Prime pilot busy and so she weaved her pod to block any attempt of his passing her. But the boy is cunning, she sensed his move and she smiled, effectively leap frogging over her and plopping down in the position ahead of her.

Now she pushed the engines, and her pod thrusted forward, engines screaming. This was not retake position but she sensed danger ahead, pulling along side him she took one hand off the throttle and pointed to the ridge of the canyon. Whether he sensed it or not, large boulders are set to fall on the race track. "Pull Up! Pull Up!", she yelled to the young pilot.

They fast approached, and the boulders began to fall, the leading racers did not escape save for one. Jeck!

Pulling back on the throttle, Coci reduced speed just enough the push the pod into a climbing arc and over the fallen boulders, but more are falling and with the use of the force, pushed them, willing them with her mind to miss their pods. Timing is everything, and she is a little off today, her pod, although did not get hit, clipped the top part of the falling boulder and bounced in an awkward way. For a moment, Coci had lost control of it.

She let out an expletive .. before regaining control.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

Post 10 of 20
Objective: 1 - Liberate slaves
Allies: [member="Connor Harrison"] | [member="Vassara Raxis"]

Who was he here with?

"At the moment... you," the young Anzat answered, a natural casualness belying the small Corellian Jedi. His upbringing as the apprentice of a Jedi Sentinel was more than apparent by the roguish demeanor and manner in which the boy seemed to take everything in stride. "...and our Frontier Corps friends here," the youngling added, gesturing vaguely at the small troop of men and women donned in Sasori Ranger Armor who were accompanying them.

"Like them, I came with the Levantines," the boy explained. Surely not the only Jedi new to the Order by way of the merger. "I was doing work on Arda when I got word of the Coalition..."

A loud crack echoed from further ahead. The slave pens.

"It appears the doorbells been rung," the small Anzat remarked, hurrying along as the group approached the outer edge of the pens. Dark silhouettes moved against the shadows, as shouts and the sound of blaster and gun fire filled the air as a disturbance made itself manifest within the slave camp. Through the haze, glimpses of a purple lightsaber flashed, in concert with a female Jedi who seemed locked in combat.

Charging ahead with blaster in hand, the boy called back to Connor as he said, "We'll cover you as you make your advance."

 

[RC 212]

8/20

Location: Large Slave pens, outside of town

Allies: [member="Connor Harrison"] [member="Sor-Jan Xantha"]

The Mando Dark Jedi was much more seasoned dthan she had thought. Any hope of cutting him clear in half was dashed when his purple blade whirled down wards, blocking hers with a vertical strike. He pushed off, forcing Vassara back, literally feet sliding across the deck plates, grinding.

"Frak."

He stepped back, angling the blade straight out and approaching.

Makashi, what a pain.

Her own Form I was basic, nothing fancy, just enough to get by. Makashi was one of those more advanced styles she had never cared to learn. Her own blade came up diagonal across her body, ready to defend in her natural guard stance.

"You're going to die here Jedi."

"I wouldn't count on it."

He lunged striking twice with two thrusts. Vassara let the force flow through her. Each thrust met orange blade, and sparks clashed as she moved the saber up and down parallel to her body. The Mando drew back up high, both hands gripping the hilt and came down with a vicious power strike.

Seeing her opening Vassara slid to the side, angling her body away from the blow. Her black spacers coat flew behind her as she came left, stepped forwards and whirled, aiming a single back hand slash at the Mandos leg. As it connected with the back of his leg it found the weak pint, skidding down the beskar into the joint.

"Arrrggh!"

He hissed in pain and Vassara smiled, retreating the saber. It was short lived however. Her own attack had left her open as well. The Mando spun, knee going down to the floor. Before she could react she felt and open palm strike hit her in the stomach, and the purple blade thrust again, passing just of her quad muscle by a few inches. A burning searing pain racked her body. The muscles and flesh cooked under the intense heat and she fell backwards to the floor, saber skidding from her grasp and deactivating....

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Post 11 of 20
Location: Zygerrian Dawn race track
Allies: [member="Sempra the Hutt"]
Frenemies: [member="Coci Heavenshield"]
Objective: 2. Chase the Coci!

The Force User went up.

The Darksider went low.

Punching the clutch, the boy allowed the repulsors to go into neutral. Inertia and the forward momentum carrying forward into a drift as he brought the pod low. The yellow chariot hugged the contours of the ground, small outcroppings of rock scratching and denting the duralumin as the vessel plowed over the earth. Tilting the craft, the boy brought the pod racer up so that it was practically on its side as he shot for the eye of the needle. A space between several large rocks. An aperture that was rapidly closing with the cascade of smaller stones that were coming down in a landslide.

It was a waterfall of earth and sand.

As the deluge threatened to overtake him, and the window of opportunity vanished in a storm of dust, the boy released the clutch and dropped the engines into first gear.

Stone, sand, and bits of metal exploded outward, as the pod shot out from the other side of the avalanche. Shuddering hard, the young Pantoran struggled to try and maintain control, as the left engine began to drag along the ground. Sparks flying as the engine caught fire. Getting the repulsors back to nominal output, the tween let go the throttle and coasted as he fought to level off and get airborne once more.

Alarms were flashing, as flames crawled from out of the intakes and exhausts on the left engine. Sections of the right were exposed, the protective covering sheared away by the rocks. Closing the air intake, the boy worked to extinguish the fire in the one engine. At least bring the internal temperature down to something manageable, before he punched it to try and make up for lost time.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

Objective 2.

Location: 2nd position, Boo in 3rd right behind her!

[member="Boo Chiyo"]

(8)

Resuming the course, Coci could see Jeck up ahead, and pulling away, but he was not her concern. She wanted to make sure the kid was alright. She pulled the pod around in a steep arc, leaning on it's side as it curved around a tall rock spire. As she leveled off, the sight of the young Prime pilot came bursting out of a cloud of dust and debris, his pod damaged but still operational. A few splutters later and he was off again, pushing forward to the finish line.

Coci pushed engines to their limits as she raced up beside him, now the race was on! The outskirts of the city loomed ahead of them, the only sign of Jeck was a cloud of dust kicking up as he raced for the finish line.

But something is wrong, both she and Prime youngling seem to be gaining on him and fast. Before long they are close enough to see the back of Jeck's pod, and out of it spewed black oil coupled with a thick cloud of toxic smoke. Only moments later, the pods of Coci and Boo whipped past the favourite now stalled on the track. Jeck is out of the race!

What lay ahead of them now is only the finish line. Who shall be the winner?

Maybe [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] can answer that..

 

[Nima Tann]

6/20

She nodded as the woman said she would take a part in her not-so-well planned yet still could work plan. There was nothing she could do in this moment except of continuing to try her best to get into the Gamorrean's head and also wait for Callisto to take the thick helmet off, since she had her suspicions that the helmet was the key to his possession. She had known that there were artifacts which could prevent Jedi magics like Mind Tricks and Force Push, decreasing the power of them significantly. As their battle continued, she realized that his brain was coming closer to her touch as the moments passed, especially when Callisto managed to make him lose his balance so blood came out of his mouth, probably he bit his tongue with the effect of this fall. This would be a perfect time to try to enter his brain, in a painful state, yet the Gamorrean stood strong and took out an ion bomb, this kind of bombs would make a droid immediately disabled, yet she didn't know if it worked this strongly for the organics. Yet unfortunately there was something wrong, with the effect of this bomb, several of the droids were disabled and Callisto seemed out of it for a second until she came back to her senses. She wanted to help her, it was her plan and so she felt responsible for this.

The woman managed to take his helmet off, with this, she could feel the immediate response from his brain to her trials of possesion. The Gamorrean's hand twitched at first, it was the first sign that the trick was working on him. Yet, the Gamorrean was still strong so she had to try harder. To make this possesion less painful for the poor soul, yes, he wasn't that poor considering that he was a filthy slaver, yet it wasn't in a Jedi's nature to hurt those even made the worst mistakes. But unfortunately there was no turning back from this, if she didn't make a move fast, she would lose Callisto. So, she sent a burning feeling to his brain, making the Gamorrean to lose its ability to think for himself, this opened a new opportunity for her, to fill the open mind with her own thoughts and control, this caused the Gamorrean to lose its grip of his weapon, and now... in seconds he was in her control. Being in control of someone wasn't that good, since it hurt to think outside of her mind. Yet, she was capable of doing these, she had done worse.

So, her soul was like in the Gamorrean's body, and she extended his hand to make Callisto stand up. She didn't look good, but she had to continue fighting. "This is Nima." She said, it was pretty weird to hear his sound as she talked. "Cool trick, huh?" Then, the Gamorrean reached for the flame thrower. It was about time to get this fight under control. After she was done with him, the Gamorrean should die in seconds, being completely burnt in brain and all.

[member="Callisto Scarlett"]

 

[Enyo Typhos]

(11/20)
Enclave of Hope
[member="Nima Tann"]


Callisto cocked her head to the side in curiosity when she beheld the mind-controlled Gamorrean. One could compare the look to a scientist studying a particularly interesting form of creature under a microscope. Then again, that was probably normal for a dispassionate HRD. "Agreed. V-eery 'cc-cool'," she said calmly...far calmer than you could expect a human to be on the battlefield. The ion blast had damaged her vocabulator slightly, hence her slight difficulty with speech.


The ion grenade detonation had damaged Callisto quite significantly and at this stage she looked sort of like this. Her armour was damaged and battered due to laserfire and explosions, her skin was burnt and metal could be seen under her skin in several places. It was also clear that her leg had been damaged, judging by the limp when she walked. She was not designed to need rest, to tire or to feel pain. All enemies would be defeated, anything else was unacceptable.


At the sight of the powerful Gamorrean, who seemed to have been a champion of sorts, falling to the enemy many of the thugs seemed to have lost heart. It certainly had a demoralising effect. Now was a moment the droids exploited as they pushed the attack. Here and there a droid still fell to enemy fire, but they pressed on, supported by some of the freed slaves. Despite her disabilities Callisto advanced, having gripped a repeating blaster she used to scythe opponents, shooting or kicking attackers in turn.


Thugs that were not killed outright found themselves restrained when the droids deployed Gorgon web rifles, which fired nets strong enough to inpacitate even wild beasts. Soon the first thugs were tossing aside their weapons and surrendering, some throwing themselves at the mercy of the droids since the freed slaves, quite understandably, were not in the mood to be merciful to their would-be tormentors, often hewing the raiders down with blades. Those thugs foolish enough to resist would be cut down and slaughtered.

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Post 12 of 20
Location: Zygerrian Dawn race track
Allies: [member="Sempra the Hutt"]
Frenemies: [member="Coci Heavenshield"]
Objective: 2. Chase the Coci!

Fuel was leaking from out of the right engine.

The left was still on fire.

The magnetic interchange linking the two powerful repulsors was damaged, causing the pod to shudder and shuffle as the twin engines became out of sync. Still, the young Pantoran worked to keep the pod together. To keep moving forward.

He eased back on the throttle. Manually cycled energy transfers as best he could to try and keep the twin engines firing in time with each other. But the damage to the pod had taken its toll, and the Primeval pod fell back from the Silver Jedi pilot. Which, truthfully, the boy's singular goal remained getting the pod across the finish line - a task which had become more difficult as more and more parts of the craft began to seize and die - and let the positions at the end work themselves out.

He killed the engines even before he'd crossed the finish, letting momentum carry him over the threshold as he eased the pod out of the path of any remaining pods coming in behind him.

Standing up in the cockpit, the boy looked over the smoldering husk of the craft. Very little yellow still clung to the metal frame. Black smoke rose from out of the engine, as maintenance pods hurried over to douse it with fire suppressant. All in all, the pod looked like a wreckage, so it was impressive that it had finished the race in the condition it was in.

 

[Nima Tann]

7/20

The Gamorrean was indeed a good asset to the team as the thugs didn't know what to do at first when they saw the giant ally of theirs was now at the other side. Some of them started to run, as Nima made the Gamorrean use its flamethrower, spitting fire everywhere. The more important thing was, Callisto was revealed to be a part human, a cyborg, as the effect of the ion bomb severed the flesh of her face and revealed the robotic part. She was going to ask about it of course, especially ask why she was concealing it since there were a lot of cyborgs around, yet she knew that it wasn't the time. Also, as a Jedi she should have realized that, yet the mask of hers was a strong one indeed. So, back to the plan. First, they needed to clear out the rest of the thugs, the brave... or stupid ones who were still fighting them no matter the odds were against them. The fuel of the flamethrower was slowly draining as she continued to set every thug she saw in flames. And it was a good thing that Callisto was still fighting, yet she did need help according to all the voice and the walking problems she was having right now.

And she was seeing that the slaves, indeed, were in the fight. It was a good opportunity for the slaves to get revenge from their slavers for all they have done to the poor souls. And this little asset was indeed war-turning. Once they had the advantage, and now they were running back to the holes they got out. It was indeed a sight to die for. Click, click, click... The flamethrower was out. Yet the Gamorrean wasn't out from the game yet, since he had that huge battleaxe with him still, so it was the time to use it. This would cause danger to the Gamorrean, to go melee, but it was of course not that important since the Gamorrean was destined to die already. She made the Gamorrean rush towards the remaining thugs, with the effect making them fall down to the ground, some of them hit their heads and died there, the lucky ones. And the unlucky... were the ones who tasted the Gamorrean's battleaxe. Victorious from this battle, the Gamorrean continued, mostly looking out for Callisto since she was hurt and try to help...

BAM!

One of the blaster shots hit the Gamorrean's head, and Nima felt the immense pain and almost lost control of the Gamorrean, yet the girl was strong and didn't let a blaster ruin the whole plan. Yet, controlling him was getting difficult since the Gamorrean was dying and his brain was slowly shutting down. She understood that their little adventure was coming to an end, so it was the time for the last stand. She saw a big bunch of thugs firing at them, especially him, so the Gamorrean started to run towards the bunch and jumped, to crush them under the tons of weight. The attack was succesful, and the thugs, and the Gamorrean, was dead.

Nima was shaken a little as she came back to her own body, a handicapped lady in the battlefield which was full of burnt bodies and smell of blood.

[member="Callisto Scarlett"]

 

[Enyo Typhos]

(12/20)
Enclave of Hope
[member="Nima Tann"]


The little battle was over. Those thugs who were not fortunate enough to flee were either dead or had been taken captive by the droids. The very unlucky ones had fallen into the hands of the freed slaves who had joined the fight. Needless to say the slaves were not inclined to be merciful to those who had sought to sell them into torment and slavery. Ghastly scenes took place when a former slave recognised an old tormentor and hewed upon him with blade, axe, fists or whatever tool was available.


Eventually the droid guards would restore a semblance of order, but they knew there were limits to that. Callisto had fought her way through the ranks of thugs. They had been shot, kicked beaten. One wielding a flamethrower had gotten his arm broken while she used his own weapon to fry his comrades. Now the death machine had left the ground strewn with corpses in her wake, along with the smouldering, burning wrecks of speeders that had been blown up by bolters or grenades.


Now, the death machine limped back towards the entrance of the enclave where she could find Nima. The mind-controlled Gamorrean was dead, but she paid him no mind. Observing the Jedi's mentalism in action had been most instructive, even though there were obvious limitations for a droid. Perhaps she should have her minions take the corpse with the so that they could study and dissect his brain. The smell of blood was strong in the air, intermingled with that of burnt electronics, burnt and charred bodies.


She signalled one of the droids, a minion of some sort. "Ggg-eet the medics to see to the slaves who need attention. Rr-estrain and herd our prisoners. Make suure they are not maltreated, but do not be gentle either." HRDs were efficient, not cruel. Torture for the sake of torture or revenge was alien to them.


Walking with a bit of a limp her eyes fell upon a pile of bodies. Beneath them she something move, then there was a groan. A thug, buried beneath bodies, tried to raise his blaster, then suddenly leapt towards her. However, he did not get far since Callisto gave him a hard kick in the chest that sent him flying as she tossed him back. In mid-air the grenade he had been holding in his other hand exploded, ripping the obviously suicidal thug apart in a shower of gore, limbs and brain matter. Not paying the lunatic any further mind she finally reached Nima


One eye of Callisto, the one that had been damaged, glowed a bright crimson. "T-thank you for your assistance. Are you alright...do y-you need medical attention?" Callisto obviously did not know how Jedi mind voodoo worked and so she could not assess whether the woman might need help or simply rest and time to recover.

 

[Tempest]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], etc
Post: 4/20
Location: Everywhere!

In space the ships trying to flee took them very close to the Paladin. They had bet on its heavy guns not being able to turn in time. In that they were somewhat correct. What they had misjudged was the sheer volume of fire the Paladin could put out. Into that hailstorm even the swift corvettes could not evade everything. One of the pirate vessels, hit by a lucky heavy ion shot, stalled briefly.
"Tractor beams, lock on!" Gould ordered.
The corvette, trapped, fired vainly with its peashooters against the massive Destroyer.
Gould took a somewhat unprofessional glee in waiting a second then looking to her gun captain. "Fire."
An escort's only defenses were its speed and the desire of the capital ship to have other targets. This was not the case.
The corvette vanished into a glowing cloud of gas.
"Bring in reserves to catch the rest of those ships. Bring us to starboard 15 degrees and prepare batteries.

In the slave pens it was Caerys and Chesna against a small army. Not good odds, considering Chesna did not...could not...use the Force to attack.
She did have other means of defense though. As the sounds of alarm spread from the royal box, Chesna quickly took cover behind a crate. Reaching out with her power she sensed those around her. To the ancient demi-goddess mentalism was a particular power.
All around the pen the guards began to act oddly. Some started shifting listlessly about, others felt a creeping sleepiness they could not resist. Above all though they felt a growing fear and worry. Memories not necessarily their own filled their minds of 'Butcher Kerrigan' and what she did to slavers. Those explosions were getting close. Maybe it'd be wise if they left whilst they could.
As some left, others stayed, causing more confusion. It was time for Caerys to make her move.

Tempest....
Well, Tempest had been let off the leash. It was time to make them pay.

A guard who looked at her received a double handed blast of lightning so powerful it almost blew him apart. She had a lightsabre of course, she had a bolt pistol, her armour had a flamethrower. She wanted or needed none of them.
She was the storm goddess unleashed, and anyone without a collar near her died. She spared the women and children, the old and the unarmed. No one else survived.
They tried to kill her with blasters, grenades, knives. They failed because Tempest's wrath had become an almost supernatural force. It was becoming more than her usual onslaught though, it was getting darker. Hate, anger, fear, these led to the Dark Side, and as she stood among the charred corpses she felt alive for having struck a blow against the slavers. It felt good.

 

[Kaida Taldir]

(13/20)
Slave market

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U3BmMK_o7cw&index=37&list=FLK6o2jxiDWvDX3Yo9yRxviQ​

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Caerys did not understand how the Force worked. She knew that this so-called mystical energy field existed and could to a limited degree observe its effects. However, the way certain organics were able to draw upon its power to shape the world according to their whims eluded her, despite having fought Force-users over the century she had existed.


Here, she felt the effect of Chesna unleashing her peculiar mental power. Alarm sirens howled, explosions and gunfire echoed across the market, for the sounds of battle from the pod racing track were coming ever closer. Guards started shifting listlessly about or just wandering aimlessly, others seemed to succumb to sleep as a strong sense of fatigue and tiredness overtook them. Above all, many were suddenly struck by terror and fear, so great that it overrode all their other instincts.


"The Butcher is coming! Run while you can!" one of them cried out, ashen-faced and with fear in his eyes. Tossing his gun away he turned tail and fled. Several others joined him. The remaining guards, for it was still a sizeable number, looked uncertain before an officer took the initative. Pulling out his blaster pistol he shot a deserter.


"Stay right where you are! Are you falling for Jedi tricks? Get ahold of yourselves." This was the moment for her to spring into action, for Caerys had not been idle and passive whilst Chesna worked her magic. Rather her mind had been concentrated on one of the laser turrets. Hacking was not an easy thing to do, even for a sophisticated droid, though the systems were not that complex. Fortunately she had had plenty of time. And so the turret had sowly begun to turn, taking aim at a concentration of thugs. For just a moment her eyes flashed before resuming their normal human colour, then the turret fired.


Baaam Firing on full auto it unleashed volleys of scarlet laser fire from its twin cannons. Screams were heard as surprised thugs were suddenly mowed down. "What...the feth? Infiltrators! Destroy the turret! Kill them!" the officer yelled as he bolted for cover.


This brief moment of chaos was all that Caerys needed and in a swift motion the shackles binding her were broken. Guards, realising what was going on, closed in on her, but she simply rammed her fist into the face of the first, then grabbed him and smashed him into a companion of his with such force to topple them both. A third one got his blaster kicked out of his hands, then she rammed her foot into his throat with enough force to break it. Grabbing his two blasters she advanced. The strength and processors of an assassin droid allowed her to wield both with little difficulty and concentrate on two targets at the same time.


Stun prods, electrical shocks and blasterfire bombarded her, but she pressed on, not even pausing when a grenade exploded close by her. Here a thug was gunned down, there she rammed her boot into his groin, and here again another was simply strangled with his own cuffs. Seeing all the mayhem and chaos, the bravest among the slaves likewise turned on the guards, seizing their weapons as they grasped their chance for freedom. It was an awesome, brutal onslaught as they clashed in a shower of blood and gore. Soon Caerys' rags were burnt, her skin was torn and the metal beneath it revealed, but still she fought. Dispassionately, she passed judgement on those who stood in her way. Gripping a discarded axe she hewed down slavers until her damaged body was splattered with blood and guts.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Emma Prinn"], [member="Tempest"], [member="Coci Heavenshield"], [member="Boo Chiyo"]
[member="Valiens Nantaris"]
(14/20)
Royal box, overlooking pod race track.

The battle was on. No, it was not a battle, though it might look like one. It had already been won. This was just clean-up duty. A purge to clean things up. Even if that meant leaving a few piles of corpses behind. Slavers and thugs, the elite of Zygerrian society, all went flying as bolters sprang to life and Firemane soldiers, hidden until now, did their grisly work.


Bodies rained down to the ground as they were sent sailing from the top decks. A speeder bearing guards was blown up and the explosion echoed across the top boxes. High above in the clouds one could see fireworks on display. Red and orange, violet and blue. The fledgling Coalition navy was pummelling what counted for a pirate fleet in space. Behind Siobhan, in the Royal Box, the Queen had been restrained and passed over into the hands of her understandably vengeful slave.


Siobhan did not concern herself with her anymore. Her comm beeped as it was flooded with messages. 'Team Auresh has taken the comms centre, Rangers are landing at the spaceport. Team Bek is pushing towards the slave pens. Slave rebellion has begun.' This and similar messages bombarded her as surviving guards made a futile attempt to stop her, as the slave lords and pirate captains tried to flee from the carnage that was being unleashed.


"Secure the spaceport and get some gunships up in the air. Let no slave lord escape. Take out those damn turrets at the track. Give the slaves at the market air cover," she yelled into her comm as villains confronted her, intent obvious. Their efforts were futile. A group of guards ended up on the receiving end of a blast of telekinesis so powerful that their bodies were literally ripped apart, with blood and body parts being splattered across the upper levels. Forensics would have a hard time identifying any of them. Her long red hair seemed like it had truly become a firemane as she broke the wicked with her power. Strong winds seized the wicked and flung them through the air. Blasters, grenades and blades came at her. Some of them touched and scorched her skin, drawing blood and ripping her dress, but the pain gave her fuel as she gathered the wind around her and leapt into the air, being levitated by her telekinetic power. Lightning shrieked from her fingertips as she passed judgement on the wicked, as if she were Illyria given human form.


Even a Gunship, bearing the colours of the Queen, that came swooping down towards her, laser cannons blazing, was incapable of stopping her. Missiles shooting towards the raging battle goddess were simply pushed back by an invisible force and the Gunship exploded in an orange fireball. She felt the carnage unleashed by Tempest, the deaths and heard the screams. Above all, she felt the strong, overpowering rage emanating from her apprentice. Something like concern stirred inside Siobhan. Pride for Tempest's success, but the sensations she felt emanating from her friend troubled her. "Tempest, good work. It's over. Are you ok? I am coming to you." From the sky dropships bearing Firemane and Coalition soldiers swooped down like a horde of locusts.

 

[Micah tol Powl]

Post 13 of 20
Location: Zygerria Dawn Track
Objective: Care for slaves

The sound of explosions at the finish line of a pod race was hardly surprising.

Sitting on the nose of his pod racer, the tween pulled the helmet from off his head. Dust fell from about his shoulders, as he shook out his purple hair so that it fell loose about the sides of his face. The white suit that he wore had turned the color of Zygerria's soil. A dusky gold, as bits of earth and dirt fell from the folds of his clothing as he moved. With a sigh, the young Pantoran sat back and looked up to observe what he imagined to be fireworks.

And fireworks they were, of a sort.

It seemed that the coming of the Coalition had turned the area around the pod race into a war zone. How very helpful. As the Jedi and their allies fought to remove the leaders and despots of this world's order, new masters and new slaves would only take their place.

Humanity didn't change, merely the trappings of society.

Letting go of his helmet, the article slid along the contours of the pod before falling over the side and into the sand. Shrugging out of the white tunic, the Pantoran's pale blue skin reflected the sunlight as the boy hopped down from the pod racer, clad in his trousers and undershirt. Sticking his hands into his pockets, the boy started to walk along the track toward the crew pit area.

He'd passed through the awning into the set-up area just in time to hear children's cries drowned out by a man screaming.

Huddled around the land struts of the Siener Star Courier were the slave children that the boy had left to enjoy the Primeval gifts and offerings, knowing that R3 would entertain them... and that he had a good home security system protecting the ship. Case in point, a trio of men stood at the base of the loading ramp, apparently having discovered the Pantoran's guard 'dog'.

Azi stood upright, it's head raised a meter over where the serpentine coils created a stable base for the predatory biot. The amphistaff's tail created a warning, as vibrations caused a rattling sound against the metal of the deckplates. The amphistaff un-coiled and coiled, shifting back and forth, and weaving side to side as it struck at the air any time one of the men moved. It's viper-like head open, as fangs glistened with venom.

One of the men, ostensibly the one who had screamed, toppled to his knees as he held his hands to his eyes. The victim of a spitting cobra whose venom blinded and paralyzed the body. He'd gone into seizures as he flopped over to the ground, convulsing.

Raising one hand, the boy's amber eyes seemed aglow with an unholy light as he uttered aloud a prayer in the ancient language of the Primeval, "A mitta lambetja cen desse..."

Pulling his arm back, the second man on the ramp was ripped backward through the air. Skidding along the ground, he passed the Pantoran as he was ejected from out of the Primeval crew pit.

As the boy continued forward, the last remaining would-be ship thief reconsidered his chances and fled, springing out from under the ship to one of the exits on the back side of the track. As he arrived closer to his ship, the boy gave a whistle and a non-verbal command with a gesture of his hand. Obediently, the amphistaff leapt from its chosen guard post, skirting over the ground until it had arrived at the boy's foot. Then, wrapping it's way up his leg, slid up to encircle the child's shoulder's like a shawl.

The blunt tip of it's nose probed at the side of the boy's face, as though kissing his cheek.

"ArThree, get 'er ready to take off," the Pantoran remarked, turning his head toward the orange accented astromech with its clear dome. A series of whistles sounded, as the small droid started up the loading ramp into the ship. Reaching up a hand, the boy casually stroked the amphistaff's head as he looked around at the massed slave children who came seeking shelter underneath the Star Courier.

"Get inside," the boy called, motioning up the ramp. He had no intention of trying to take off with a Coalition fleet shooting at anything that moved overhead, but if the stadium came down then there might not be a lot of choice. And having the children inside would offer more protection that waiting for some Coalition proton torpedo to veer off course and land in the crew pit.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

(15/20)
Pod race track,


"Feth it. Did you really have to fething start shooting now?! Really?" Elpsis all but yelled at the universe in general and the people who were unleashing violence in particular. Blasterfire, loud explosions, storms of lightning! Villains, thugs and Firemane soldiers were dying everywhere.


Elpsis was focused on one thing: Staying alive and getting the hell out. This was easier said than done considering the upper levels of the area had been turned into a war zone. Another problem was the simple fact that she was an empath. Currently plenty of people were dying all around her. Or in a great deal of pain and agony. The suffering they were feeling became a massive tidal wave that slammed into her mental barriers with the force of a bomb blast.


Her mind was sent spinning as she became plain incapable of functional thought. The only thing she felt was a good deal of pain. Blaster bolts streaked past her, though she had no clue who had fired them or who their target was. Nor did she even remotely care. Unable to blot the pain out she tumbled and then fell down from the box right into the race track. Fortunately for Elpsis her box, which was far less prestigious had been located in one of the lower levels.


Still, she fell and hit the ground. There was a loud crack. Ouch. Pain flooded her body but it also brought her back. A thug was upon her - perhaps she thought she was one of the attackers. Strong hands gripped her throat and...then the man cried out in pain when she bit him in the hand, then smashed her forehead onto his nose. He tumbled and she grabbed her knife and cut his throat. With her legs shaky she got to her feet and simply took off and bolted. This was not her fight. Far ahead she felt something...someone. For a moment she believed she could make out the black woman who had saved her life on Arkas so long ago. What was her name again? Tempest, right. But she felt...different. Elpsis felt fear course through her as she bolted.