Operation Morning Star [SJO vs. TSE]

[Cotan Sar'andor]

While the general spoke about the rewards he'd get for taking Cotan either alive or dead, the master popped off the last of his armour to reveal his normal clothing, drawing his lightsaber from an ammo pouch where he'd concealed it. "Well, good luck with that," he replied. The usual pieces of light phrik armour he always wore were still strapped to his person, just painted with reflec to match the other black armour pieces he'd been wearing. He adjusted one pauldron nonchalantly, before ducking down as the general lunged at him.

The scarlet blade passed over his head harmlessly, momentum carrying it wide; before Gol'zan could shift into another strike, Cotan sprung off to the left, landing deftly four meters away. "Not even going to give me the option to surrender?" he asked sarcastically, settling into a defensive stance—though his blade remained, as of yet, unlit. "You must not care that much what Carnifex wants, then." Before Gol'zan could attack him again, he removed the finger portions from the gloves he normally wore, wrapping his now-bare fingers back around his lightsaber. That's more like it.

Then he flashed a smile at the general, standing with his arms open. "Well, if that's the way it's going to be, do you care to try again?"

[member="General Gol'zan"]​

 

[Zef Halo]

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LOCATION: Barracks, Fortress Imperious
ALLIES: SJO | [member="Rupert Kingswood"], [member="Thirdas Heavenshield"], [member="Tulan Kor"]
ENEMIES: TSE | [member="Braith Achlys"]
SCENE: Fortress Imperious, storming the barracks

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JhzWwwMm8WA​

Dorn Company,
3rd Battalion

Amon heard his comrades passing down the orders to complete their objective, with the short Gunnery Sergeant's voice cracking through the static the most. Yet, something else took the Mandalorian's attention. Just like some stars burned brighter in the night sky so did the appearance of the formidable Sith ahead of them. The captain was not quite a long term thinker, perhaps something he wished he had inherited from his mother or learned from the experiences of his father.

Alas.

The choices before him were clear. One stood out from the other by far.

"PUSH!" Vizsla cried through the comms. "I will take on the Sith's attention, you keep moving forward!"

Everything else became second priority.

Amon kicked in the repulsors of his armor and fired himself like a missile straight at the Sith lady. He feinted a downward slash before trying to slice at her from one side in a near perfect crescent of a quick slash.

The T-visor of his Ranger helmet stared at the abyss of her eyes.

 

[Kenth Typho]

Beskar Mines
Allies: SJO --- Somewhere ( [member="Auteme Denko-Durren"] and [member="Nida Perl"] )
Enemies: TSE [member="Maia Halos"]

Typho was in his element.

Shadowy corners, decked out in stealth gear, infiltrating the enemy fortification alone. Mission impossible. This was exactly what it meant to be an Antarian Ranger. Not the swimming in the sewer crap. Not the getting smacked in the face by a tail. This. Adrenaline. Blood pumping and heart racing. It was making the impossible possible.

Showing everyone what was business.

Oh, yeah. Typho nodded to himself, little smile tugging at his mouth. It was all going exceptionally we-

Suddenly? Spider web in the face. He gah'ed. Sneezing, web in nose, eyes, hair. Spiders crawling everywhere. Starting to panic, get it off of me, get it off of meeeee. There was nothing cool about this moment. There was something worse though. He stumbled into the next room...... and interrupted the Sith chatting with the Overseer.

"Spiders everywhere, oh my Light."

It was even worse though.

Kenth didn't realize it yet, his eyes closed, teary-eyed.

 

[Maia Halos]

Beskar Mines
Allies: TSE
Enemies: SJO [member="Kenth Typho"] (Nearby [member="Auteme Denko-Durren"] and [member="Nida Perl"])

"Well, yes, but we refer to them as assets for good reason, Knight Halos-"

"Oh, please yes, tell me allllll of your reasons for your staggering desire to keep your soul clean while making your hands so completely soiled, I am dying to hear them. And then I want to know if it works-"

He was just starting to sweat uncomfortably in a way that made this whole trip honestly worth her while when-

They both looked over- nearly relief on his face, her own utterly perplexed- at the sudden appearance of a dark clad man out of a side corridor. A dark clad man, flailing at his face, eyes teared up and screwed shut, and doing what was frankly a ridiculous little dance of-

"Spiders everywhere, oh my Light."

Oh. Well. That made a certain amount of sense.

It only took a moment to register the choice of phrasing paired with the para-military get up. Didn't have to be a member of the Saaraishash to realize this man was very, very out of place here.

"Hold that thought, I'm not done with you," casually over her shoulder.

Of course, at the first moment her back was turned the overseer booked his rear end in the opposite direction.

Reaching out with the Force, Maia shoved the man toward the nearest wall, an invisible hand of force that, given the opportunity, would pin him there while she sorted out who he was, where he'd come from, and what, precisely, he was doing here.

 

[Kalt Bruq]

A dark shield enveloped him and Valin, providing a useful barrier of protection between the two and potential Jedi coming their way. He would have normally thanked Valin for the assistance, but Kalt's mind was too focused that familiar presence. It was his master, he knew it! And so did Funami, from the look of things. He yelled at to her, "You sense him too, don't you?" He asked, referring to Vaulkhar's presence on the battlefield.

Kalt also felt Lorale's presence. They were already engaged with the traitor. "Let's go put our old master in his place!" He called to Funami.

Then he turned to Valin, "Come with us or don't, it's up to you." Then he charged outward into the battlefield, directly toward the traitor. There was a time he respected Vaulkhar but he had lost that respect upon realizing he had turned. A traitor's apprentice was not something Kalt enjoyed being labelled. However, he also couldn't help but feel cheated. Was Vaulkhar a traitor all along? Was Kalt really fooled that easily?

A young Jedi seemed to be looking to stop whoever was coming from entering the fight with Vaulkhar or another Jedi. Kalt spoke a few words of the Sith tongue and as he approached the Padawan. Before the two clashed, a second body suddenly 'split' from Kalt's, making a pair of doppelgangers. One Kalt attacked Kale, while the other circled around, using the distraction to slip past toward Vaulkhar.

"Long time no see master!" Called out the second Kalt, as he charged at his master, lightsaber ready to take advantage of the lock established between Vaulkhar and Darth Raptious. Both Kalts seemed capable of applying physical force upon contact, although the first one (the one fighting Kale) seemed somewhat sluggish and dueled with simple swings and parrying. The second one seemed much more capable.

[OOC: The following spoiler is to relevant to Kale and Vaulkhar since they're interacting with both Kalts. Mostly so it doesn't come off as cheating later.]

Spoiler

The first Kalt (the one fighting Kale) is a force projection. It's a relatively weak one compared to most projections, so Kale would probably beat it. That said, it is projection in the SW: Legends sense, so it is capable of hurting Kale if he lets it. The point was more to buy the second Kalt (the real one) a distraction so he could slip past and join the fight against Vaulkhar.

[member="Funami Teriyaki"] | [member="Valin Stryder "]| [member="Lorale Farmar"] | [member=Vaulkhar] | [member="Kale Seleare"]​

 

[Mariel Dawnrider]

Weaponized Equator
Allies: SJO
Enemies: TSE [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]



It was, indeed, a birb with fething grenades.

Honestly, the whole thing was working out remarkably well for Mariel. Far better than she'd expected. The glop grenades themselves weren't causing the damage- all they could do what stick the moving parts together and prevent it from moving. But whether it was an automated system or just someone unthinkingly trying to force the turrets to keep rotating despite the refusal, something else was mucking them up enough to make them explode. Over heating? Honestly, Mariel wasn't a mechanic. She had no idea.

The hot wind from the explosion caught beneath her wings and she soared.

While the Sith looked for a ship, a human Jedi, SOMETHING to explain what was going on, she focused on her task.

A shiver in the Slipsteam, the force above the Force in the Songwing mythos, was all the warning she had.

Just as she was about to let another drop, clawed foot coming up to detach it, she felt it. Danger. She needed to get that one dropped NOW. Wings and talon and sinew did not, however, move at the speed of thought. As she managed to detach it, the glop grenade fell only a single meter before activating- encasing the Songwing in a web of sticky residue that she had so effectively used to stop the turrets. Her wings turned into a sticky mass of feathers and goo, she started to fall.

The wind whipped past her face as she tumbled beak over tail feathers. Earth sky earth sky earth sky whipped past fast enough to make her dizzy, one ever closer with each passing moment. With a deep breath, she reached out with the Force, stopping the impulsive struggle against the adhesive in her feathers. A dozen meters above the ground the small figure was wrapped in a opalescent bubble as she summoned a force barrier. The bubble slammed into the earth, but absorbed the majority of the impact- the Songwing would never have survived the fall otherwise.

Still stuck, however, Mariel staggered to her feet. Tried to spread her wings but they remained effectively glued to her body. All she could do was hop.

 

[Thirdas Heavenshield]

Location: Enemy Trenches
Scene: Fortress Imperious
Allies: [member="Amon Vizsla"] | [member="Tulan Kor"] | [member="Rupert Kingswood"] | SJO
Enemies: TSE

"Affirmative, Gunny," he replied over comms. Looks like today would be light in terms of objectives: Just kill the enemy.

Rushing from cover to cover across the battlefield, Thirdas led his squad into hell as they all dove into the enemy trench as a unit, overwhelming the defenders with relative ease; they'd not counted on getting stuck in melee so suddenly, and so soon at that! But the Sergeant cleaved through his enemies one by one, swinging his battle axe to gruesome results. One poor Sith trooper reached for his blaster as Thirdas cut through the guy next to him, only to lose his arm above the elbow the moment he attempted a shot at point-blank range. He didn't live long enough to even register the pain, though.

As he passed a corner of the trenches however, he was blocked by one of the Empire's Dark Troopers - special forces one cut above all other Sith troopers. Wearing imposing black armour carrying the insignia of the Sith Empire on his chest and shoulder, he brandished a vibroblade and coldly challenged the Sergeant to a duel. "Finally, someone who knows what they're doing," Thirdas thought aloud as he charged in, axe first.

The Dark Trooper stood his ground, dodging and parrying his hard-hitting strikes strong enough to break through the defenses of any lesser combatant. An over-extended strike left Thirdas open for a counter, and promptly received a bone-crushing backhand to the jaw, knocking his helmet off. Recoiling, Thirdas watched his opponent with a predatory stare as he wiped a trail of blood from the corner of his mouth. "Good, good!" His eyes went mad with battlelust as his Valkyri blood boiled, leaping into the fray once more. Now he knew he could throw off the kid gloves.

Using underhanded tactics this time around, he turned his axe around to shove the end of it into his opponent's helmet, smashing the visor open which subsequently shredded his eyeballs, permanently blinding him. The Dark Trooper didn't put up much of a fight after that, as he now gripped his face in pain as blood poured from his eyes. Thirdas stood back for a moment to power up and aim his next swing, only to sever the man's head from his shoulders.

"Fethin' hell," a member of his fireteam marveled at what they'd just witnessed. Upon turning, Thirdas found his entire team had stopped dead in their tracks with stares like deer caught in the headlights.

"You sh*ts ain't got better things to do?" Calm and composed once more, he stowed away his axe for now and took up his rifle. "Gunny, enemy trench secured! Moving onto the next one," he reported over comms.

 

[Kenth Typho]

Beskar Mines
Allies: SJO
Enemies: TSE -- [member="Maia Halos"]

Still clawing at his face Kenth didn't, at first, realize the type of chit he was in.

That changed very soon.

About the moment something seized him. Throwing him backwards. Instead of sliding down? He was pinned against the wall. No, not a wall. The sharp edges of the rocks were carving into his flexible armor. It hurt like a motherf- that force multiplied, choking him down, immobilizing his body completely. It was really weird to experience. No matter how many times it happened.

Like his weight was completely supported. Nothing pulling him down. The gravity completely counter-acted.

"You know, I sometimes can't help but envy y'all forcers." He drawled lightly as she approached. "Jus' holding up a man with your mind. Real impressive." He tried to shrug. Realized he couldn't actually. Now that was annoying, since half his repertoire was shrugging and playing things off like he dun' care.

But what's a man to do, eh?

"Do me a favor- don't tell anyone I was captured because of spiders, okay?"

Dashing grin there.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Looking at Romi, the Jedi Master nodded. He knew what was going to have to happen here, and if it came to it, he’d need to make the hard call. Hopefully it wouldn’t come to that, but the man had helped train Mishel, and that was not going to be easy, it was like fighting against oneself. It would tire both sides out. Hopefully with the addition of Romi on his side, it would be enough to turn the tide, but he didn’t know what the Sith were going to be bringing, and that was troubling.

Was he afraid? No. Fear didn’t have a place in the Jedi.

Hearing her plot the landing, he nodded. “Got it, I can hit it.” Of course he could. Starchaser was no slouch in the cockpit and he wasn’t afraid to run risky maneuvers. “Roger.” He said as Romi said she would meet with him in the back. Navigating over the treetops, he was moving the ship closer to the landing, and brought the ship down. Getting from the seat, he followed where Romi had gone.

He grabbed his lightsaber, and threw a dark gray cloak over his combat armor, light as it was. “She’s waiting.”

[member="Mishel Kryze"]
[member="Romi Jade"]

 

[Tsyok]

The General's momentum would've carried him forward, had he not used the Force to completely blunt his advance. The reverberations of his sudden shift bent the metal around him, parts of the floor crumbling like paper as Gol'zan turned on the balls of his feet to face the tricksy Jedi. Rushing forward again, the Force buffeting the General's rapid advance, he struck out with his lightsaber towards Cotan's center of mass, his blade moving like a viper in and around the smaller Human's defenses.

"Silence, cretin. Your words are wasted."

Gol'zan was different from the Emperor in many ways, primarily in his view on playing with his prey. The Emperor was a cruel master, he prolonged the suffering of others to feast upon the Dark Side. While Gol'zan was in no position to criticize the Emperor's preferred tactics, he was in disagreement. The General preferred to end the conflict quickly, maximizing efficiency to ensure a swift and total victory. All of his strikes were killing blows, each one carrying the full weight of his strength and the power of the Dark Side.

On the sidelines were several crates and containers, some of them labeled hazardous and flammable. One by one they rose up into the air, lifted by the General's own will, and hurtled towards Cotan's back and sides with tremendous velocity.

[member="Cotan Sar'andor"]​

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Fortress Imperious, Concordia
Restricted Wing, Rear Assembly Hall…

Screams cut into the air as the access doors gave way for the mountain to move through spurred by purpose given by the arrival of a hated foe. The amount of grief pouring from these hallways was overwhelming when the reality set in that every single one of them was going to die. Some in their hysteria tried begging the guards for clemency on their hands and knees, going as far as to try and sell themselves to slavery to avoid the fire. But there would be no clemency, no possible future in which any of them survive. The room seemed to change with the arrival of the Lord of Lies as if he was a cold wind blowing through. Every guard he passed slammed their fists to their chests as a sign of fealty, while the deafening zap of blasters rang out over the air as so many died in the blink of an eye.

A deserved fate.

Few could understand the totality of war and what it takes to win one. It went far beyond conquering your enemies territory, ripping down their monuments and killing their leaders. Total victory meant complete annihilation of their enemy. The Mandalorian Wars were long and many enemies formed from clans who stood against House Zambrano for decades. Decimation was the solution. Under the Shadow Hand they would be torn out root and stem, systematically ripped out in a hidden genocide the likes of which had never been seen before. Some day the massive depopulation efforts would be too large to go unnoticed, but Decimation would have done what it set out to do since then,

The Dark Titan swept through the factory of death and out a door on the far side his darkness surged like a living, breathing entity through every hall, every corridor he passed through. It seemed like everywhere he walked was touched by his presence the very walls creaked under the strain of his fathomless anger. It was a moving, swirling maelstrom that surrounded the form of the Shadow Hand as he moved through the maze of corridors that comprised the massive fortress of the Sith. An inky black layer of pure darkness pulled from the ether formed in one of the Sith Lord's hands, a long stream as from the nether came a horrific, serrated greatsword seven feet in length. It was none other than the runeblade of the Shadow Hand, the Great Blade of Death itself....

Daesumnor.

The Jedi glowed like flickering candles in a sea of darkness, and the tsunami that was the Lord of Lies charged towards them his footfalls boomed through the halls, wrapped in a cloak of dark iron he would come for their souls, a series of reinforced doors was all that stood between him and the arriving Jedi. A single word was what came before the arrival of the giant.

"Jedi."

[member="Yuroic Xeraic"] | [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | ​

 

[Maia Halos]

Beskar Mines
Allies: TSE
Enemies: SJO [member="Kenth Typho"]

"There's a lot to envy."

She knew only too well. Before the Sith had found her? She'd been pathetic. Treated like a doll that would break, told and convinced she couldn't do anything on her own. Knowing that they must be WRONG but not knowing how to show them that. Believing.

The depths to which they had been wrong were staggering.

"Oh, I don't intend to tell anyone, but that's mostly because I don't intend for you to leave here."

The grip on him tightened. She moved a touch closer, peering up into his face. Out of reach, not that close. Not needing to be for any reason.

"Unless of course I have a reason to." She smiled there. "So let's start with who you are and why you're here, because I promise, you would rather I was appreciative of your cooperation rather than the alternative."

 

[Kiegan Lysle]

Location: Fortress Imperious
Objective: Get a shiny trophy
Allies: SJO
Enemies: TSE | [member="Heca Foliou"]

It wasn't long before the siege flipped into full gear, the rush of gunfire only driving the elder Lysle forwards into the fray as he could feel his heartbeat in his chest. Hapes never had battles like this, even during the war for succession. Kiegan could feel the nerves running through his body, but somehow his hand still kept steady and straight. The blue shots from his E-11 hitting their marks cleanly as he raced through the trenches, the force guiding his hand from one karking Sith to another.

Still didn't matter how many troopers he shot down if the ones leading them were left to their devices. The Crownsguard was here to wound the Sith as deeply as he could, and just some of their fodder wouldn't be enough for him.

"Push forward! I'm not leaving here without a red saber for a trophy!"

Perhaps it was a bit un-Jedilike of him, but it certainly seemed to win over some of the troopers around him. That was one of the lessons that Sergeant Rowan taught him, treat war like a game and it becomes as such. Didn't have to worry about dying if you just came here for a trinket, hell it was basically a chore.

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

Location: Weaponized Equator
Objective: Get the birb
Allies: TSE
Enemies: SJO | [member="Mariel Dawnrider"]

The Inquisitor's black lips curled into a self-pleased grin, watching the admittedly beautiful plumage of the fowl in the sky being wrapped up in whatever the package the grenades hanging from it's legs was. Whatever it was caused the bird to fall, but it didn't appear to be an explosion. Either way the Inquisitor wasn't about to just let fate determine if the karking thing was dead or not.

Maybe she could get a nice lunch out of this battle.

Amber eyes stayed trained on the figure as it fell, her boots crashing against the ground as she sprint towards where it would land. Jorryn couldn't allow it to get back into the sky and destroy the rest of her defences, she wouldn't fail here. Fortunately she arrived at the spot just a short time after the bird had hid the ground, watching it hop around as it tried to get back in the sky.

A gloved hand outstretched as she threatened the bi-, suppose it was more of an owl, with the promise of pinning it down further. Hopefully it was just some trained animal that would surrender at the sight of a more dominant species, but her experience with Lord Fa and High Inquisitor Hirou had taught the Echani that looks could be deceiving. Either way she would treat it with the respect any filthy creature of the Jedi she met.

"Calm down," The Echani's breath hung in the air as she tried to catch it after her sprint. "I'd hate to kill such a beautiful animal." Perhaps there was a hint of truth, but it's plumage could always make a fine cloak. It was just a provocation anyways, Jorryn needed to know if it was sentient or not before she neared the creature.

If it wasn't then perhaps it could be turned into a majestic pet of her own.

But if not, then the Inquisitor might have to play it more cautiously.

 

[Kenth Typho]

Beskar Mines
Allies: SJO
Enemies: TSE -- [member="Maia Halos"]

"Aha. That's mildly problematic for me then, isn't it?" The reply light and relaxed.

As if he wasn't currently pinned to the wall.

Then a soft groan as that hold tightened. Eyes fluttered. It was getting more difficult to think. Not an ideal situation, but it usually wasn't. His hand softly, silently and silently rotated. It was time to get out of this mess. An internal twitch. That would activate the hard-sound blaster integrated in his gauntlet. A little bit closer... rotate juuuuust right... and now. ....Now..... now?

What the hell.

Why wasn't she being blasted off her feet yet? Battery low, recharging buffers. Please standby.

Oh for feth's sake.

"Oh, well I love being cooperative, ma'am. My name is Billy Jones, I am an adventurer you see." Blatantly lie. Billy Jones was a top ten HoloNet musical sensation. Funny thing about that though? Nothing in his tone or expression tipped her off on the lie. That in itself was a hint. Not an ordinary soldier. Those usually wore their feelings on their shoulder... or however that saying went.

"And who do I have the pleasure to be speaking to?"

Squeeze.

Battery low. Charging buffers, please standby. Wow, now even the AI assistant sounded annoyed with his impatience.

Sigh.

 

[Vaulkhar]

Location: En Route to Concordia, the Fortress Moon​

Objective: Shut down the Weaponized Equator.​

Allies: Silver Jedi Order - [member="Jeremiah Jade"] | [member="Kale Seleare"]​

Enemies: The Sith Empire - [member="Lorale Farmar"] | [member="Kalt Bruq"]​

Theme: Iron Maiden - Dance of Death​

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[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lo75YITL7iE[/media]​

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I have trained for this moment....

Ven's body twirled elegantly around the Phoenix as the two crossed blades. Where the Sith Lord trampled over the soft substance, Ven pranced across it, leaving no sign of his passing. The differences in the two warriors were stark, but similarities too, shone through. A sense of both duty and honor guided them. Ven's intent could be described as pure, much like the snow beneath them, while Raptious' own were coated in terror and calamity. Their clash was an age old tale, told by the force over the course of eons. An overwhelming dark power poured from the towering Sith. An inky darkness seemed to sap the color from their surroundings while feeding the monolithic warrior waves of energy. Locked in this eternal struggle with the shadow, a vibrant beacon of warmth and shining white light bathed the soldiers around them in hope that propelled them forward. The ground shook beneath them. These titans among mere mortals faced not only one another, but themselves. As if looking in a clouded mirror, both Ven Novar and Lorale Farmar saw what could have been if the galaxy were a very different place. Their very existence mocked the other.

Barely keeping ahead of each swing, Ven thanked the force as the Phoenix halted his rampaging assault to draw his other two blades. Jar'kai was a style of combat the niman practitioner had ample experience with, though not at such a large scale. A common man would find Lorale Farmar's display an arrogant bluff, but Ven knew different. He was swiftly reminded as a group of soldiers pushed forward at the orders of another Jedi. Before Ven could call out, the towering Sith Lord butchered each and every one of them. Blood mixed in with the snow as cries were cut short. Bodies landed near silently, another following suit before the first even hit the floor. The Jedi stepped forward in a brave, but ultimately foolish display. Lightning surged from the blade of Stormlight and engulfed the young Jedi. His skin cracked and hardened as the flesh blackened from the overwhelming surge of power. Racing out from the point of impact, the electricall storm surged up and over his head. His eyes grew large, comically so, before bursting from his skull. His hair caught fire and burned bright, even as the Jedi collapsed and joined the force in an eternal rest.

Before Ven could even feel the loss of so many, Raptious was upon him. The Jedi's only advantage was his speed and the unreasonable size of the Sith's blades. With Lorale's body guiding each blow, Ven's minimalist defensive and close-to-body bladework kept him inching forward in the exchange. The unfortunate side effect of such close range combat happened to be the domineering strength of his foe. Each blow either drove his body several inches deep in the snow or lifted him several feet in the air. His body screamed in defiance as the Sith Lord launched him high in the sky. A force barrier barely enclosed Ven's form as the two blades slammed into it a split-second later. Like a child's ball, the barrier bounced and slid a dozen or more feet from the Phoenix before skidding to a halt. Ven dropped his hands and eyed the giant as he lumbered closer.

"Your words speak of an ancient lie, one that predates even the sith itself," Ven slowly straightened as he stared up at his gargantuan foe. "Strength is but one factor in the galaxy. It will not lead you to joy, love, or content. It will lead you to a shallow grave. No one will celebrate you, Lorale. You, much like the thousands of Sith before you who strove for power, will be forgotten. It is the fate of the selfish. One fitting for the followers of the dark side," without faltering, Ven turned to face his former student and met his blow with a swift parry. Ven danced away from the duo and maintained his distance as he fell into a defensive stance. "I cannot help but wonder what I've done to deserve this. A young man who I have failed to guide away from the dark and a Sith Lord with a pension for slaughter... Unlucky."

 

[Kaleleon]

Location: Concordia, the Fortress Moon - Ground Forces
Objective: Shut down the Weaponized Equator.
Allies: Silver Jedi Order, [member="Jeremiah Jade"], [member="Vaulkhar"],
Enemies: The Sith Empire, [member="Valin Stryder'], [member="Kalt Bruq"], [member="Lorale Farmar"], [member="Arcan Lancea"],
Gear: Armor, Gloves, Lightsaber, Pistol.

A man, horned upon his red skinned head, and prepared for battle as the blaster shots I sent down range seemed to do nothing. However, as he began to rush at me, A shimmer formed over his frame. Suddenly, I could barely make out that he separated into two beings. Both looking akin to one another, with nothing that seemed out of place. This confused me to some degree, but to be honest, I wasn't surprised. With my lack of knowledge within the force, I should know by now that almost anything can be done with it, should your mind be set upon it. I knew either he was going to be attacking me with both of his forms, or he was setting a distraction. I could hear the words in my head,

"Distractions can cost your life, and can lead to the very worst of problems. Seek to find the source, and end it."

As was always, the teachings of Master Romi reached my mind. As soon as one started to run off, I knew it was as such. A distraction. Meant to keep me a bay. I was a wildcard for whoever this horned individual. He likely also didn't want me coming up behind him. I smiled brightly within my helmet. Clearly making a beeline for Vaulk, a man who I was supposed to stay close enough too, since I knew and could trust him to some extent, I needed to make sure both he and I stayed alive. No matter the cost.

A blue brilliant light exploded from my saber. The weapon replacing the blaster I had once held as the red-skinned man approached me. Did he really think that a simple strike with a clash would be what would hold me? No. Djem-So was all about using the opponents strength against them. So I did. Batting away the saber from me. And as soon as that opening was created, I booked it.

Turning in an about face, and sprinted directly at the monster of an armored man who wielded two swords, Vaulkhar, and the second horned individual. I cared not for the Sith's names at the moment. Vaulk was dealing with one massive being, daunting in every sense of the word, and one who seemed to be his former apprentice. From the sounds of the talking it seemed.

No.

Nobody would be double teaming anyone. Not without my say so. I may not know the brooding man very well, and we may have had our differences in the past, but I knew him to have a heart that was attempting to change. I knew that he was trying to be better than the sum of his sins. All one could do, was to better themselves. With every ounce of my being, I raced to the three as they battled. Even taking a step back from each other. I just... I wanted that separation to stay.

It may seem like a stupid move, it may seem like the worst idea possible. But to be honest, I thought- no. It knew it would protect both of us. Even as I closed the distance with what seemed to be an unnatural speed, I could hear the voice of teachings from my time with the Morgukai Assassin.

"The force is not a manifestation of your strength, it is the strength of your Will."

Currently as I was behind Vaulk, I ran up behind him. Wrapping my arms around his chest, making sure to keep my arms underneath his own, and not even a moment later, A bright white aura flowed around the both of our frames. Bright enough to make any darkest cave brighten, to make any shadows scatter into oblivion.

"Just... don't... move... Vaulk."

All of my will power, all of my focus was concentrated into this barrier, this shield, so that none could strike us. So that no matter how many sabers, or swords they swing, the shield would not break.

 

[Tulan Kor]

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Location: Front Lines to Fortress
Objective: Disable Fortress, Cause Catastrophic Damage
Enemies: SIth Imperial Mounted Defense
Allies: Dorn Company l Silver Jedi l [member="Amon Vizsla"] l [member="Thirdas Heavenshield"] l [member="Rupert Kingswood"] l



Tulan had to admit, that was pretty cool what Rupert did.

But he didn't have to admit to him.

Thirdas did his thing. Went through the little Sith guys like a hot knife through butter. Then, Tulan used the headset to issue a new order, now that they had essentially a base of operations, a supporting fire position, and a triage and casualty collection point, thanks to Thirdas securing the trench ahead of them. The trench that Dorn Company was previously in became the assembly area and the resupply area, with support units finally able to move up. More importantly however- the mortar teams began to place down their systems and begin targeting and adjusting. They'd be set up in a few minutes, at that.

They were damn good.

Tulan looked over at Rupert. Tulan had the distinct and known characteristic of not wearing a helmet. Call it stubbornness, call it pride, whatever you wanted it to be. But it let everyone know who the hell was coming after them, and let everyone know where Tulan was. Tulan, in all sense of the term-

Was about it.

He looked over at Rupert while he charged his RS16. Tulan was leading this time. He was the first out of the trench, with the rest of Dorn Company and their adjacent and additional Rangers charging forward. They jumped over the trench that Thirdas captured, and were damn near right at the door of the fortress. The Sith defenders went wild with rapid and overhead fires, but as soon as they got forward- he heard that whistling sound.

And he smiled.

Mortar rounds right on target, started to drop on the fortress.

Tulan took a knee and began to move units towards the flanks, while maintaining a hefty forward assault team. His voice crackled over comms.

"Heavenshield, take your team and get me a flanking element! Cut a line so the sappers can get to the walls! We are getting into this god damn crapshow of a fortress!"

He turned and yelled at Rupert over the noise and chaos of the combat.

"When I say go, you and I are gonna lead an additional element right up to the front gate- we're getting up that wall and opening up so the rest of our boys can get in. Our main goal is the ammo dumps, fuel reserves, and anything that looks important. We're in, we're out, max damage."

He waved his hands, screamed into the headset more, and units began to shift around, with the Rangers knife getting closer and closer to the throat of the Sith's fort.

 

[BobertEZ]

Location: Fortress Imperious, Concordia
Objective: Stop Vaulkhar
Allies: [member="Kalt Bruq"] | TSE
Enemies: [member="Vaulkhar"] | [member="Kale Seleare"] | Silver Jedi
Theme: The End of Destruction

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You do not know of what you speak, my friend...

The Phoenix let the blade of Stormlight fall forward tip first from their loose grip on it, the electricity crackling along the runes and striking incisions into the snow and rock. The words Vaulkhar, Son of Carnifex, had spoken were of some merit, yet still were they tainted by the reputation of traitorous actions. How Lorale wanted to ask this man "why? Why are you doing this to me?" Even Kascalion, wise as he was, could not answer such a question in that moment for he too was busy with the fools that assaulted Concordia. Tiyra as well was absent from the conversation, carving and dicing in a ballet dance of death along the mountain side, floating rather than sprinting as her blades formed intricate shapes in the air. Kalt neared the fight, as Lorale noted upon a quick glance across the snow covered stone that stretched for miles upon miles like the winterland sagas of yore. Do not come near, child. This is not your fight. You cannot answer the question.

This was between the Phoenix and the Traitor, an honor bound fight that would see completion without interference. Yet, the idea of losing the boy Sith who had traveled alongside Lorale for many adventures, daring and otherwise, gave them a worry. A sudden worry for the horned man's safety that overcame the beast of war within the Phoenix who quickly turned to end the fight as quick as they could. Why worry? He is just a Sith. Just a boy. There's more than more. Expendable, Lorale. Don't be foolish.

In the end, Lorale would have to face Vaulkhar and the uncertainty alone. They had to. The former was no issue, as the Phoenix had been doing so for quite some time, but the latter? The latter was another story altogether. They had to fight. With a burst of speed, Lorale charged and swung downward with both Stormlight and Bittersweet, aiming for Vaulkhar's chest and neck, unaware of the sudden presence of a new man in the field. The blades connected with the sudden shield that materialized in front of the Traitor and timed slowed down for all present. The impact was sharp and roiled in Lorale's back teeth, knocking a few of them somewhat loose in their gums. The sparks that flew from the impact point were of such intensity that wide circles of snow were melted away in milliseconds and even scorched the rock under it. Perhaps most notably, however, was the sudden cracking in Stormlight's blade. Within the waning motions of Lorale's dying attack, Vaulkhar rose from his defensive position with an incredible swing of power, the blade of his lightsaber connecting with the blade of Stormlight. There was a sharp crack as lightning billowed out from where the blades met, and in a few short seconds the Sith Sword shattered in a wild display of carnage and debris. Several soldiers, both Imperial and Silver Order, were disintegrated in the explosion that spread like a wild fire before it, just as suddenly as it burst, dissipated into nothing.

The Phoenix was shot backward some three dozen feet, skidding through the snow like a speeder before coming to an abrupt stop by way of their clawed gauntlets gouging through the mountain. For a moment, all who witnessed this event fell silent, wondering if the Phoenix had at long last been defeated. Kascalion and Tiyra were at a loss for words, shocked with silent despair. Had their beloved Lorale perished? They had not. How Lorale survived survived the shattering of their favored sword, let alone possessing the ability to kip-up flawlessly whilst simultaneously unsheathing their new, massive blade was anyone's guess at the time. The complete motion brought the titanic blade three feet into the ground with crackling energy, smelting the non-distinct ores buried just under the rock. There was shared silence by those invested in this duel between mortals and gods. Perhaps Vaulkhar and his new ally would notice, perhaps Kascalion and Tiyra would notice, having ceased their own killings to watch the fight transpire. Perhaps they would notice Lorale shaking. Perhaps they would know that it was not with anger, nor with sadness, but rather with joy. A raucous laugh broke across the waves of the force, directed into Vaulkhar's ears. It was deep, guttural, a voice that was not Lorale's, a voice that was not Kascalion's, a voice unlike any other. A voice of something different, someone different, yet it clear came from the Phoenix who began to saunter toward the Traitor, dragging the massive blade through the mountainside behind them.

The voice ceased its laughing when the Phoenix was not twenty feet from Vaulkhar, Kalt, and the new man, and it spoke to the Traitor, "For six-hundred and fifty-eight years, I have searched for warriors to challenge this being. For six-hundred and fifty-eight years, I have longed for Lorale to find their soulmate. And now...you appear, Son of Carnifex. You are their soulmate of war. You wound Lorale upon Kashyyyk after betraying your people, your family. Grievously. You force them to bring out their inner beast that this host had locked away. It almost kills them. And now...now I see it...I see how this all ends, for Lorale...for you. Survive this fight for just a touch longer, Vaulkhar...save your friends...save your enemies...and be warned...when the Phoenix burns to ash and all that remains of the fire is tiny embers...the Dlukav will rise and the galaxy will burn under the hammer."

With that utterance, Lorale leaped high into the air with unnatural agility, spinning forward in two full rotations before slamming the blade down on to the shield, activating its power of fire as it did so, hoping to break the shield.

 

[Auteme]

Location: Beskar mines, close to the equator
Equipment: *empties pockets, revealing lint and a few quarters*
Tags: [member="Nida Perl"]

Nida's comment allowed a light giggle to escape Auteme's lips. A nervous one of course. "You really don't remember that day, do you?" A little bit of remembering a better time calmed Auteme's nerves just enough. She'd get through this, just like the attacks on Kashyyyk and H'ratth. Even if she got hurt, there was another healer who'd be there to help out. "That's good, though." Auteme really was improving with her healing skills -- that felt good. Maybe she'd actually start practicing the things she'd learned.

The teenager focused herself as the group began to move. The small Ranger-Jedi group from their transport would sweep through this mining area, freeing the slaves and removing the Sith from the area. They moved into one of the caves of the mine, the larger refinement centre looming in the distance. They'd have to move quickly, before things got... hairy.

Auteme took a deep breath, focusing herself for a moment before her senses expanded. She could feel herself traveling through the cut caves of the mine, hear the sound of workers and slaves far below. After a few seconds she spoke. "There's a split a ways down, we want to go left and deeper into the mines so we can start freeing people."