Public Operation: Nightfall

[Silas Westgard]

Location: Onderon
Objective: Evacuate the embassy
Tag: Keilara Kala'myr

The lady seemed to know Jedi about their pride in people's lives. Silas could have sent his troops out after her but that would have risked the lives of his troops as well as the status of the mission. Silas had no other choice but to go out and help them, there was no way he was going to stand there and let vulnerable civilians get slaughtered when there was a chance of at least saving the few that were left. For now, the trap had been sprung. He just had to make sure she didn't make it count.

"I very much doubt that murderer" he grunted back, almost taken back that she'd say such a thing after ending innocent lives. His brow raised when she indicated that she wanted to send a message to the Jedi, a violent one from the sounds of it. If she was going to use him as that message, Silas was not going to let it happen "That very much depends on what you say or do for this message. You never know, if it goes too far it may go back unfinished..."

A moment later he'd notice her hands go down to her grips and it seemed like the duel was going to begin right there and then. However, war beasts from above came to spoil the party. Choosing not to engage the knight rolled into cover and stayed out of sight for now <"It's safe to say I won't be taking your limbs, but I'm positive your people will be more than happy to"> Silas taunted back before coming up with an idea. The embassy was still secure and the soldiers had gathered everything they could. If they snuck out while he distracted this nonsense they'd be able to get out with the data safely.

<"Listen up, I have a proposition. If you allow my men to withdraw safely and go on their way we can settle this brawl inside of the embassy. It's better than being out here acting like dinner for those abominations. Take it or leave it, either way, you will not be taking any more innocent lives..."
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[Grisha Fletch]

Action answered reaction, and on and on and on. The instant his slash met the crimson blade, Grisha was pivoting, turning the staff in his palm and met the next-would he deathblow. Both hands took the pike’s hilt, and he hit the activation switch for the bottom blade again. They’d traded enough, and it was time for a change. He could manage that fine.

Grisha rose, shot back then leapt forward into the air, trading his more defensive approach for the frantic sixth form of dueling. From above he slashed down once, cut into a roll, and brought his guard back up, mud squelching beneath his boots and spraying as the Jedi threw a pair of slashes at his foe. His heart was pounding, adrenaline thrumming in his blood, it wasn’t like on Nar Shadda, and when the time came to reflect on today, it would frighten him that he’d never felt more alive than in that moment.

Darth Apophion

 

[Darth Apophion]

OBJECTIVE 3: THE DARKNESS WITHIN
ALLIES: DARK EMPIRE
ENEMIES: GA, JEDI, Grisha Fletch

The Jedi had taken to injuries, it had to be taking a toll. As soon as Grisha blocked his attack aimed to decapitate him the Jedi jumped back and pressed forward this time in a slightly more aggressive form. The golden blade came down in another downward slash, but the Sith Agility managed to sidestep the strike. Apophion drew upon the latent dark energies of the nearby dark temple, letting it fuel his agility and strength.

When Grisha came in with a second pair of strikes, Apophion deflected the first. The second strike of the two Apophion chose a different strategy. Apophion blocked with a downward swing, and pushed into the second strike, on the side of the wounded shoulder of the Jedi. This locked their blades together. Using the downward force of his swing, the Sith tried to push the golden blade down into the dirt, aiming to break it and play on the wounded shoulder.

 

[Detritus Ren]

Location: Tomb of Freedon Nadd, DXUN, Onderon System
Objective: 3

Detritus would look up wearily to the ceiling above him noticing the hole that reflected sunlight out to the green pool before him. He was exhausted, in pain, and wished to carry on further along the path. The voice for now had remained silent, while he could feel the parasitic creatures that had latched onto his flesh burrow deeper. He didn't know if the creatures would kill him, but knew that there was no easy way to remove them. He tried to remove them by his own fingers, only to feel the acidic sting of the liquid they secreted. There had been enough trials and tribulations to have lasted for one day, now there was the intense desire to leave the cursed tomb of Nadd.

Despite the pain that had racked all over his body would he push forward. His legs feeling heavy as stone, instead of picking up over the other, they had felt like they were being dragged along. Still relying on the adrenaline from the swarm's attack would he keep moving towards the rows of vines that would lead up to the narrow opening in the surface. Using what he thought to be the last burst of energy from the dark side, Detritus would attempt to vault himself forward so he could crash into the vines. He had launched himself into the air, only barely able to use the mass of his form to crash hard into the nest of vines. The Master of Ren would growl as he felt his muscles start to give way, yet he told himself to carry on. He hadn't left empty handed with a tome of spells lost in his mind, and parasites that were now feeding off of his body, still he could feel the dark side course through him.

Rays of sunlight would blast Detritus as he looked upwards. Grabbing hold of the vines with his arms would he hoist himself upwards. The vines shook from the large mass that was slowly moving upwards towards the surface. His hands had burned while gripping tightly to the vines, grunting as he slowly moved inch by inch towards the surface. The sunlight was showing heavy against his masked face, he could barely see through the glare of his visor as he kept moving. Gritting his teeth from pain across every nerve of his body, he used the pain to fuel the dark side, and for a split second would find himself moving faster. Grabbing the vines where it felt as if it might be pulled from the roots only for Ren to fall. After what seemed like an eternity, when in reality just a few moments as a forearm would crash through rock and mud.

The vines would finally break through from Detritus's grasp leaving Detritus to hang onto the surface ground. His legs were dangling as he clung through the dirt. He would suck in his breath, as he felt the ground start to crack beneath him. "NO!" He shouted as using his might would he pull himself to the other side. The ground gave way just in time as he pulled himself to the surface. He was left panting for breath covered in mud, blood, sweat, and pain wracked all over his body. Detritus would start kneel regaining his bearings. It took every fiber of his being not to collapse from the pain. The dark side being fed on, and being fed from him. He would give the tomb a final parting glance, before he looked towards the thick jungle foilage. Perhaps the true lesson in his coming here was pain, regardless Detritus was ever onwards on the path of great rebirth.

(Exit post)​

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Valut Amanya Atin Tracinya

Master Zark's lightsaber came crashing down in an eruption of sparks yet the droid was simply too strong to defeat with brute strength. He leaned on some kind of nanotech quarterstaff with all of his armor's weight. Something about this thing's bright power source almost seemed aware of the Jedi's presence. A familiar voice buzzed softly through his comlink as if from very far away promising mandalorian reinforcements.

He pushed harder against the Jedi's blade. "Decay faster, you insect."

Heroic retorts died on his lips once confronted by unnatural psychic intrusions. San Tekka cried out in pain for the first time even though his flesh was already scorched black wherever it touched duraplast. He could feel the heat of his energy blade growing as the Jedi was pushed back but it seemed as distant a sensation as the comlink. Worlds might go on for eons and eons. Compared to that scale his entire life measured in a fraction of a fraction of a second.

Trapped in this vulnerable state Master Zark clung to a memory which defined him. His last moments with Asmundr.

Look to the Force and you will always find me.

He felt the seer become one with the Force while San Tekka watched Exegol die. Mountains erupted and entire continents burned in tectonic conflagration. Zark saw it all from the bay of an Alliance gunship. One of the last to make it off the surface before everything fell apart. Gauntlets just like he wore now closed the hatch, but he never took his eyes off the world's final moments as it was reduced to stardust.

Something inside of him found the strength to create a disturbance in the Force powerful enough to act like a shockwave blasting out from the Jedi Master.

 

[Hand of Judgement]

O P E R A T I O N_N I G H T F A L L
Objective : Protect the Palace + Clear the Skies

FINAL DAWN - DARK EMPIRE
ONDERON, INNER RIM

TK-3710
STORMTROOPER ARMOR | ND40 KASE BLASTER REPEATER
185/288 NEO-IMPERIAL BRUTETROOPERS
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Four more Troop Transports left the High Regent's Battlecruiser above the City of Iziz making their way towards the Royal Palace in order to further support Imperial Forces on the ground. Already the initial wave of reinforcements sent by the High Regent had been ambushed by what appeared to be Mandalorians and now that they we're fully engaged with the first wave, Sularen had found it necessary to deploy an additional Company of Brutetroopers in order to overwhelm and annihilate the Mandalorian intruders and their Jedi allies and further secure the Palace against any further incursions.

Inside the lead Troop Transport, TK-3710 adjusted his weapon one final time as the Transport began to shake while it continued it's approach towards the Palace. All around him, the men of his company stood motionless ready to be thrust into battle at last. Like many Soldiers among the ranks of the Final Dawn, they were eager to see combat having been sitting idly in the Unknown Regions for far too long. Today they would finally be able to put their training to good use and against some of the best foes the galaxy had the offer in the form of Rebel Insurgents, Alliance Operatives, Mandalorian Warriors and even potentially members of the New Jedi Order. Today they would execute the High Regent's will and ensure that Onderon would be secure for the Dark Empire.

Eventually, the Troop Transports would make landfall with the disembarkation ramps lowering down to allow the compliment of Brutetroopers to disembark from their Shuttles and provide support to their besieged allies in the Courtyard. As soon as the Brutetroopers emerged from their transports, they were quickly met with heavy fire from the Mandalorians who threw all sorts of explosives at the Brutetroopers such as whistling birds, wrist rockets and missile launchers, managing to inflict heavy casualties in their initial barrage. However despite the sustaining heavy fire from both the initial barrage of explosive weapons and the subsequent barrage of rotary canons, the Brutetroopers pushed forwards soon returning the favor to their Mandalorian foes as they unleashed blaster fire upon them while also moving to pin them down with their own barrage of missile launchers and grenades as they fought back.

Soon TK-3710's company would find themselves being supported by the surviving members of the initial company sent down by the High Regent as they tried to pin down the Mandalorian Warriors with overwhelming numbers and firepower with the Brutetroopers. TK-3710 who had been fortunate to survive both the barrage of heavy fire and explosives had stuck right beside one of the Troop Transports, using it as cover along with atleast five other Brutetroopers as they continued to fire upon any Warriors they could find, hoping to force them into pulling back thus ensuring that they could not push further inside of the Royal Palace. With their numbers dwindling, the Brutetroopers needed to act with precision and effectiveness if they were going to see any sort of success and hopefully their counter-attack would be enough to force the Mandalorians further on the defensive.

Tags [Friendlies] | Alexander Garrick | Darth Saevius
Tags [Hostiles] | Jenn Kryze

BLACK LEADER
TIE/FD TERMINATOR
BLACK SQUADRON | 8/8 TIE/FD TERMINATORS
SUPPORTING AIRWING | 16/16 TIE/FD ADVANCED
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Inside of his TIE Terminator within the ventral hangar of Sularen's Battlecruiser, Black Leader was making the final adjustments to his Starfighter as he patiently waited for the Warship's Chief Flight Officer to give him and his Squadron along with their entire supporting Airwings the green light to begin deploying. Even from here within his TIE Terminator, Black Leader could hear the distant blaster fire and explosions that rang out across the City of Iziz down below, and this only made him more eager to join the fray with his Squadron and accompanying Air Wing ready to enforce the will of the High Regent and the mandate of the Dark Empire upon all those who dared to oppose it.

After a few minutes of waiting, Black Leader would soon receive a transmission from the Battlecruiser's Chief Flight Officer with the Officer's hologram appearing within his TIEs cockpit. "Black Leader, you and your squadron along with your assigned air wing are all clear for deployment." the Officer began. "We already got reports of the Galactic Alliance's Revenant Squadron being active in the skies of Onderon so your task is to secure absolute air superiority for the Empire." the Officer said. "Yes sir" Black Leader said in response, eager to finally see real combat. "Black Squadron, prepare for deployment." he ordered, just as alarms began to rang throughout the Battlecruiser's ventral hangar signaling for Black Squadron and it's Supporting Air Wings to begin deployment.

As Revenant Squadron would begin to clear any TIEs that were in the sky, the High Regent's Battlecruier would begin to deploy the first wave of it's active Starfighter compliment, with three squadrons including Black Squadron and two other squadrons of TIE/fd Advanced all emerging from the ventral hangar of the Battlecruiser before soon moving forth to split up to hunt down and destroy any Alliance Starfighters they could find within the skies above Iziz, with Black Squadron specifically splitting off from the main air wing as they sought out Revenant Squadron hoping to neutralize the threat they posed to ground troops and secure victory for the Empire by achieving absolute uncontested air superiority.

Tags [Friendlies] | Arminius Kroeger
Tags [Hostile] | Wedge Draav | Ari Naldax | Gress D'ran ​

 

[Grisha Fletch]

The clash was as much a test of strength as it was of cunning, and Apophion was strong, but so was he. The twin sabers crackled as the strained against one another, energy roaring as Apophion's power grew, and he slammed into Grisha's wounded arm. Pain screamed out, and Grisha hissed as the agony spread down to his fingers and up his neck, but he held his ground, kept his composure, and reacted.

The two were locked together, his blade hissing against the mud, but as Apophion hammered into him, Grisha pushed his blade forward, angling the other end of his pike towards Apophion, and igniting it once more. With any luck, the lane of gold would run the dark side master clean through, up from his belly and into his chest. The Dark was a strange thing though, and he'd heard enough stories to know better than to assume mere mortal wounds would be enough, even if the strike succeeded.

Darth Apophion

 

[Valery Noble]

Dxun

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Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers
Tag: Maestus

"Maestus," Valery repeated to help herself remember. The people she fought — even the most evil and wicked among them — were not numbers. They are or were still people, and whether she managed to neutralize them with or without causing them harm, she didn't want to forget. She needed to keep her mind focused, and realize the consequences of her actions. She needed to reflect, and ensure that each life taken was a necessity.

Hopefully, it didn't have to come to that today.

"I'm Jedi Master Valery Noble," she said with a slight dip of her head. "If you surrender, you will not be harmed and we will try to help you." She knew that would likely sound ridiculous — most if not all Sith thought it was. But Valery truly believed that even the Sith Lord in front of her could be broken free from the Dark Side's corruption.

The actual chains that bound her.

Valery's eyes shifted up as more lightning crackled through the sky. It reminded her of that day on New Cov. The day her face was scarred for life. This time, though, she was ready.

"But if you don't surrender, then I'll have to take you in. I will not step aside." Valery's eyes shifted back, and the hilt of her lightsaber slipped into her palm. She thumbed the ignition switch, causing a purple blade to ignite. rain fizzled against the plasma, sending little trails of smoke to rise up while the Jedi's striking orange eyes pierced through the darkness, face lit by the purple glow.

"Make your choice."

 

[Darth Apophion]

OBJECTIVE 3: THE DARKNESS WITHIN
ALLIES: DARK EMPIRE
ENEMIES: GA, JEDI, Grisha Fletch

Slowly the golden blade was pushed into the mud. He could hear the point sizzle the mud as it finally reached the ground. While Grisha's angled the other end of the pike towards Apophion, the Sith felt the change in pressure on the blade and retreated. pushing back with his forward foot and displacing himself out of the way second golden blade. The Sith Lord had to admit that Jedi had more grit than expected, but a new strategy was forming in the Sith Lord's mind.

Apophion unleashed a series of feints directed menacingly towards Grisha's wounded right side. These deceptive movements, though void of intent to strike, served a purpose, to draw the Jedi's focus and strength towards an incessant defense of his injury. The Sith Lord manipulated the duel's tempo and distance with a maestro's touch, maneuvering just out of reach of Grisha's double-bladed saber. This proximity distancing was a chain, binding Grisha to a radius that demanded more from his wounded shoulder and his wounded waist, creating more strain on the wounded parts of the body.

Apophion then launched targeted swings at the Jedi right shoulder, mixed in with quick feints. Apophion varied the speed of his attacks, mixing rapid assaults with slower, more deliberate strikes. This unpredictability was aimed at forcing his opponent to constantly adjust his defense speed, which is challenging with an injured shoulder, as it requires both quick reflexes and the ability to apply sustained pressure. All he needed to do now was outlast his opponent.

 

[Nekana Quane]

OBJ 3: THE DARKNESS WITHIN

TUNES: Wither
TAGS: Rann Thress

The bait of her query did cause a bloom of anxious worry, of catastrophising in him… more she could use as she picked deeper. But as he forced himself to work against that rather mild first touch of her power, she let her eyes start to open wide, and when he managed to lift his bright blade against her, she shuffled one foot back just a little.

His venom, however, was no worse than anything Nekana had been subjected to before; she would use those broken chains of her distant past against him: allowing herself to re-live a little anxiety and fear, and starting to release a more potent dose of pheromones in a subtle stream. She wanted to make him feel sorry. She wanted him afraid.

Appearing to be stung by his words, the pink-haired woman shrunk back a measure, her bottom lip trembling, arms coming up a bit, her expression stopping just short of outright tears; not a practised reaction, but rather one thoroughly coloured by lived experience… and just another tool. Making the faint urge to recoil bigger than it was, and allowing it to pass through her was deliberate.

Nothing was sacred.

“You don’t... know.” Upset, realisation, and mild anger coloured her voice, in some part real - no one dismissed her. No one. - then as if realising further: “You don’t care!”

Her arms started to lower as her face furled; she was shaking just a little: “You.. have… abandoned… him.” The volume of her voice climbed with each utterance, seething all the more as she brought it to the conclusion, “to… his… Death!” Her face morphed and obscured in time with the last word, flashing up a ghastly display of his own son’s bloated and lifeless face that lasted just a sliver of that moment, playing out as the rest of her form appeared to go translucent all at once, like a ghost; a masterful work that was a merge of illusion and natural shifting. Then like the brief life of a ripple on water, the powerful image fled her flesh as soon as it arrived, when she planted that shuffled foot forward again.

That unassuming trigger seemed to surge the powerful, mind-bending illusion forward, an enraged specter that would overcome him faster than he could move, letting off an unnatural, blood-curdling scream that crescendoed as it came for him.

Such a pity he had to be handsome.

 

[Rann Thress]

Rann Thress
OBJ3
Engaging: My Future Wife Nekana Quane

Rann began breathing heavily, and his hand began to shake as he lowered his blade.

“Aron… son…” he said, stepping forward, “I…” NO! he felt himself pull back as another presence entered his mind, the darkness Rann tried so hard to keep back.

“My son is fine. He’s our son.” Rann said to no one as if talking to himself. “This witch lies. She LIES!” he roared, raising his blade again.

The image of his son appeared before him, and even the darkness was halted as Rann began to back away and dropped his lightsaber. The blade extinguished as it clattered against the floor. “I…”

He began to reach back out as the image faded away as quick as it appeared, replaced by a specter that charged at him, knocking him down to the ground.

The event shocked Rann back to his senses, and his survival instinct kicked into overdrive as he struggled to maintain distance between him and his foe. Holding the creature at bay, he reached out through the force and called his lightsaber back to his hand, placing the unignited hilt against the abdomen of the vision, he would ignite the blade, and skewer the creature if it would not relent.

Nekana Quane

 

[Wedge Draav]

I'm here now, boss.


Wedge's Ship.

Fighting: DIRTY SCUMMY SITH l Hand of Judgement
Allies: Galactic Alliance Naval Forces l Revenant Squadron l Mandalorians? l Jedi l Jenn Kryze l Atin Tracinya l Gress D'ran l​

Revenant Squadron: Ari Naldax l Wedge Draav

"Welcome, welcome."

Wedge said to Ari on their channel, doing a fast-moving flyby on one of his teammates. Wedge always did like Ari. It showed guts coming here. She might even earn a hot meal when it was all over. But for now- they had a job to do. A big one, at that.

The enemy responded in kind- and Nej looked up, pulling his Oxygen mask over his face when he saw the Advanced TIEs coming down from orbit. Screeching in their usual way, he did not bank hard and to the right like most Alliance pilots would to begin an engagement by leading the enemy into a helix.

No, Wedge hit the SLAMs and went straight for them. He grit his teeth, the G-Forces pressing against his chest. He maintained himself, controlling his breathing in order to not pass out. He couldn't fire on them while hitting the SLAMs- but he damn well could break their formation.

Move or die, scumbag.

Even Sith pilots had a knack for wanting to live, so the black and gold X-wing tearing into the formation at a frightening speed definitely did not do wonders for their initial entry. Another advantage of the X-Wing over the TIEs was it's turning power. TIE fighters had to roll over be in a sort of beeline or straight pattern to engage the enemy effectively. A sphere with two pieces of paper wasn't the best at a flank. Great space vehicles, sure, what with the design and all. But physics was physics, and they were in Nej's territory now. Not space, not the stars. But the skies above planets, that's where Nej shined.

Terminators my ass.

Nej pulled hard on the yoke, banking his X-wing in the same way before, cutting power to one engine to turn rapidly at about forty-five degrees above one of Black Squadron's support aircraft. He was lined up for a killshot on one of the TIE/FD Advanced fighters that came with the terminators. A burst of his X-wing, the distinctive spit-fire pitter-patter and the Advanced TIE went flailing into the ground. Wedge pulled an open channel, hailing on all frequencies.

"Time to fly, Sith."

 

[Nathan Bloodscrawl]

Nathan and the group of rebels approached the comms tower, using the cover of local buildings.

His artificial green eyes scanned the perimeter and made note of multiple stormtroopers and DT droids.

"Something is not right..." Nathan said to one of the rebels.

"What do you mean?" the rebel asked, an elderly man with a strong build.

"That's a small comms tower. You don't need that many defenses for such a small location."

He looked at the layout through the scope of his stolen rifle, which was almost empty. "They brought digging equipment. Strange."

He turned to the rest of them. "Stay behind cover. I'll handle this."

He put the rifle down and headed to the outer perimeter. He was close to some stormtroopers, and he he felt their minds. Disciplined, but relatively weak.

He sent a minor auditory hallucination into their minds about them being ordered to check a disturbance east of the perimeter. They shook their heads as they were affected, and then went to investigate a nonexistent disturbance that would buy him time to get closer. He noticed a trooper on the roof of the building, and teleported behind him, putting him in a sleeper hold.

Dropping the fallen trooper, he noticed a portable computer nearby and saw it was for issuing new orders to all the DT Droids at the same time.

He began typing in commands and the Droids turned on the troopers, gunning down some of them and forcing the Troopers attention off any potential intruder as he watched the DT Droids chase off the perimeter defense, gunning down quite a few of them. Nathan got the rest with a thrown grenades from the Trooper's belt.

He was just about to teleport down when he spotted what looked like a seized rifle made by one of his companies. It was set to full auto. Had a few decorations carved into the stock. He took it. Full clip. Then he teleported to the entrance of the tower, the reprogrammed DT units under his control, now standing guard.

He went into the entrance very slowly, peaking around corners, was nearly blindsided by an interior squad of troopers and squeezed the trigger, shredding into one of the troopers, forcing the others to retreat as he teleported where they were running to, hosing another two down. Individual bolts were weak but that was why the fire rate and ammo count were high.

More troopers came from behind as he gunned down another trooper and this time he wasn't fast enough to entirely evade a shot and got a solid bolt right in the shoulder, and his ability to endure pain kicked in, never taking his finger off the trigger as they fell, blasting through more and more in controlled bursts, saturating passages with fire until he ran dry, and dropped the rifle. He grabbed a Medkit off a dead trooper and injected himself full of Bacta to help with the wound as he headed into the control center, full of large machines for adjusting frequencies and sensors, filtering out distortions and the like. He had only one transmission he needed to send. A request for pickup.

But this comms tower was civilian grade...no way he wouldn't draw the attention of a bunch of local units once he made that transmission. Plus, the Cruel Boss was telling him to delay for some reason. The digging equipment had him concerned...

What were they digging for?

Nathan walked out, signalled the rebels to get inside, told them to hold position and he began searching the interior, going to where he saw signs of activity, into the lower level where the power generator was located.

Nathan stopped when he saw the full on excavation site, surrounded by Dead Sith. He felt strange. A tingling in the back of his skull. Something of the Force was within the tunnel the Imperials had dug.

The Cruel Boss wanted him to go in...

Nathan absolutely did NOT want to go in. He really didn't want any insight in to the secrets of the Cruel Boss, because there was always, always a price for knowing the secrets, and most people, even highly experienced Jedi, are simply never truly prepared for the price, or the knowledge the price is attached to.

Still...it wanted him to go in. And it really wasn't wise to say no to the Cruel Boss in this sort of situation.

He peered into the depths of the tunnel, thought he saw stars.

Go in... he heard Syd encouraging him telepathically.

SILENCE. he replied back as he got closer.

He descended into the tunnel and wondered what they had found and how they had found out about it. As he went deeper into the void of stars he found himself falling a great distance until he landed softly on a great stone floor, circular in shape, with the symbol of the Jedi Order at the center.

Nathan instantly went on guard with his lightsaber, waiting for whatever fethed up thing this place would conjure to torment him.

"Alright. I'm here. Any chance this doesn't end in the need for a Therapist?" Nathan asked the void around him in a snide tone.

The clank of heavy boots ahead of him alerted him to the approaching foe.

He was a giant of a man In silver armor, unadorned by fabrics, wielding a great lightsaber of soft orange fire. His helm was shaped like a bird, and fires escaped through the gaps in the joints.

"No." The Armored Warrior said in answer before striking at him...

 

[Aron Thress]

Aron Thress
OBJ1
Tags: Jenn Kryze Darth Saevius

A hit.

Aron felt elation spread in his chest as he secured a first blow. Not a crippling wound, nor one that ended the fight, but it was a start. And the Siths slight limp did not escape Aron’s notice.

He was over zealous, and blended more offensive into his fighting, trying to continue chipping away at the leg instead of focusing solely on his defense. And Saevius capitalized on it. Launching a full offensive against Aron, he successfully got under Aron’s defenses and delivered a devastating headbutt to Aron’s nose, and Aron felt something break as he recoiled back in pain, stumbling and holding his nose as his crimson blood began to flow freely, before finally collapsing down on his backside, yelling out in anguish. Seizing the opportunity, Saevius turned and launched an attack on the Mandalorian, and Aron could do nothing as the attack flew towards them.

He thought to rise back to his feet, but the exhaustion he had been fending off, the pain from the explosive wave of the Thermal Detonator, his mental exertion, and the physical toll continuously engaging with the Sith had caught up to him.

Get Up! he yelled at himself in his head, and his body reluctantly answered. Rising to shakey legs, Aron continued to hold his nose as the blood continued to pour down his face, and he couldn’t help but shed tears from the pain.

Taking a deep breath, he readied himself again, hoping his Mandalorian ally could handle whatever attacks she now had to contend with, as he felt his opportunity for total victory in this fight slip away.

Now? Now he had to survive.

 

[Maestus]

Dxun
Valery Noble

Make my choice. Funny thing, choices. They each come with consequences, don't they? I -could- surrender to you. Get redeemed or what have you. And when it comes to pay the piper, to face the consequences of that choice, the cost required will be high. You could even say galactically high. I have to be honest, Master Jedi. I'm not convinced the cost required is worth surrendering. And if you truly understood the ramifications of -me- surrendering to the Jedi, I think you would agree the fallout is not a price you want to see paid.

She smiled a touch. It wasn't her usual sarcasm, or smirk. There was a sadness to her eyes. It didn't last but maybe a microsecond. But if Val had chances a look, she'd see the twinge of unusual emotion. Maestus turned from the Jedi, and started walking back down the tomb's steps. Once one the ground, she...Kicked her boots off? What was the Twi'lek doing??

Bare feet on the ground, she wriggled her toes. Were she a child, one would think she was playing in the sand on a beach without a care in the world. The reality was quite different. She was grounding herself. Reconnecting with the primal energies that hummed in every grain of dirt, every tree on Dxun's surface. She was tapping into the Force native in the moon.

While her toes played in the dirt, she turned her body to face Valery Noble and the tomb once more. Whatever emotion had been on her face was gone. Firmly in place was resolute determination for what she must do. Valery's call to make her choice would be answered. Although, not in the manner the Jedi expected. Honestly, she wasn't sure what the consequences for what she was about to do were going to be. She would face them when the time came.

Over their heads, the storm only raged stronger and intensified with every flash of lightning and clash of thunder. The wind ripped through everyone's clothing, causing robes to snap wildly. Rocks and twigs were thrown about haphazardly. Maestus face sported a couple decent scratches. Under one eye, a thin scratch produced stray drops of blood that ran to her chin before dripping off. She regarded Valery evenly, as she made a quiet entreaty within the Jedi's mind.

I could use a hand with this. If you're willing.

Ensuring Valery knew she meant no harm and there were no hidden motives, Maestus exited the Jedi's mind quickly. Raising her arms up, palms open and fingers curled slightly, her lips formed silent words.

It began slowly, unnoticeable at first. Then, all within the tomb and within the vicinity could feel the very air around everyone take on a heavy, charged weight. It wasn't long and the feeling became oppressive almost. Those attuned with any aspect of the Force would feel it grow in presence and strength. Valery in particular would feel it most strongly, given her proximity to the epicenter of Maestus efforts. It wasn't inherently of the Dark or Light. Maestus was drawing on the entirety of the Force for this effort.

Beneath her feet, the ground began to tremble. Was Dxun prone to earthquakes? Soon everyone would have the answer if all went according to plan. The trembling began to radiate out from the Twi'lek, towards the tomb. As it worked forward, the trembling became outright shaking of the earth. Whatever fauna was remaining in the area quickly fled. Even the infant Drexl disappeared, having a healthy sense of self preservation. The quake soon reached the Tomb, and began to encircle it. The very walls of the Tomb, made from nearly indestructible Mandalorian Iron, began to shake. Inside the Tomb, cracks were seen splintering various and random walls. For those deep in its bowels, dirt and dust knocked loose began to rain down on their heads.

Back outside, Maestus poured all her strength and power into her objective. For the very ground itself to swallow the Tomb of Freedon Nadd. Her body began to shake and shudder from the monstrous effort she put out. Truly, if Valery wished to strike her down, she was completely defenseless at this moment.

The quake strengthened and intensified. The Tomb was vibrating as it did its own battle against the Force to remain unburied. Chunks of walls bow fell and crashed in various places, all through out.

Maestus entire being was being pushed to its threshold. Feeling that even more was required, she dug deep within herself. Clawing for any last vestige of strength she'd not already put to use. The ground began to open. Small fissures around the edges of the tomb split the earth. Maestus worked to guide the splits further towards the Tomb.

Apparently, burying the tomb of an ancient Sith was not the easiest thing to accomplish. Specifically built to last forever, this one was fighting back. While Maestus was still able to guide the ground fissures, as more opened, she was unable to guide them. As a result, stray fissures began to snake outwards, into the forest. A sapling fell victim as its roots were exposed and ripped apart.

So close to the climax, yet Maestus was becoming unsure of whether she alone could accomplish such a monstrous feat. Ripping her eyes away from the sky, she turned the flame rimmed orbs to Valery and issued a silent request.

Help me.

Darth Apophion Grisha Fletch Romi Jade
(Not sure who all is on Dxun for tags)​

 

[Jonyna Si]

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Objective One
Allies: Jedi
Engaging: Akhuul Sautra
Loadout: See Bio, Jonyna's normal loadout​

I stood to the side, leaving an open field between the phalanx and the Jedi. Fire in volley protocols., I commanded to them through the signal link. Volleys of red energy cascaded to my opponent. With the volleys occupying them, I reached out in the force. The ion blaster's circuits were seen in my artificial mind's eye. The mechanisms allowing it to fire were visualized to me. A few tugs and a few markings of tampering would allow it to seize up for it to be rendered useless in this battle. However, this was my first time interfering with technlogy outside of my own Derumic stock. I would have to trust in the time I have spent perfecting my skill at Mechu Deru, and pray that the sabotage came to fruition. I would then skulk behind the Jedi again, sending a signal command of, Cease., where the phalanx ceased its vollies, and I swept through with another quick and whirling strike with the staff.

Chit.

Jonyna had to shift, deflecting blaster bolt after another, and taking a few cheap hits to her armor. Luckily, guarding her face was easy, and the armor was designed for this. She needed to get back on the offensive. Matthew wasn't responding, so she put that away and focused on defense, before slowly stepping forward, and in one swift motion, drawing Liz, her katana, golden lightning sparking off the blade and hitting the phallanx. Even if she couldn't immediately kill these damn bots, she knew lightning would disable their systems temporarily.

But she knew bots well. Droids were one of the few enemies she was intimately familiar with. A few quick shots from Paul, and slashes from Lucy would give her an opening as she charged straight through the phalanx, back at her opponent. Liz wasn't complicated enough for her opponent to mess with, so she focused on that. One hand held a ruby blade that aimed at deflecting the staff, while the other aimed at the android's legs, while she once more opened up with targetted shots from Paul, energized with the same golden lightning as her sword. Even if she couldn't get a finishing blow in, she hoped a shot to the knees or chest would slow the machine-man down.

 

[Ari Naldax]

Objective: Secure Air Superiority for the Galactic Alliance
Equipment: E-10 "Sentinel" Escort Starfighter,
Allies: GA, Wedge Draav , E9-K4 "Keeper"
Enemies: Any and all Imperials

Back in the Saddle​

Ari watched - a wide grin behind her mask, as the Rev she'd allowed to take lead flew head-first into the incoming fighters. Finally, a pilot with some stones in the corps. Preparing for the TIEs to react to his attack, she accelerated as much as she could without disturbing the power balance - loosing a barrage of stutter-fired laser bolts from the E-10 as they merged with the incoming TIEs.

Relying on the maneuverability of her Sentinel against the TIE/FD Advanced fighters, she broke with one of them in a two-circle flow, the G-forces pushing her back against the seat as she raced the TIE back to the merging point. Keeper was beeping at another fighter attempting to pull up behind her but the TIE just couldn't keep up as she bore down on his comrade.

As soon as the reticle on her HUD turned red, Ari flicked the button on her joystick, sending a pair of concussion missiles blazing into the deflector shields and then the wing of the fighter, blowing it off and sending the TIE Advanced flat-spinning towards the terrain below as Ari recentered her focus on the enemy currently attempting to track her.

Pulling her fighter up and into a wingover, the E-wing suddenly lurched into a dive, pulling up at the last second as she skimmed over the surface battle raging below and pulled up to rejoin wedge in his pursuit. Laughing at her wingman's provocation over an open channel, and decided to throw in her own.

"Let the victor be Justice."

 

[Khaostra Devoid]

Back In Black​

Post: 4
Location: Iziz, Onderon near the entrance to the city
Equipment: Red Midnight Duster | Red Sith Armor | Sith Mask | Grav Boots | CrushGaunts | x2 White lightsabers | Forearm Lanvorak | Wrist Laser | Variety of Explosives | RSKF-44 heavy blaster | X-21 shock glove
Tags: Atin Tracinya | Anna Carden

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Run or Fight those where ethe options now left open to her even though her desire was escape get as far from this place as possible. Fire rained down on her position as more Mandalorian poured out of the drop ship. There was a third option though but sadly there was no word for surrender in Mando'a that she knew of, and she knew the language pretty damn well almost as well as her native tongue and basic. She knew she couldn't hold her current position for long not with the blaster fire on her like this.

Plus, they were moving trying to force her direction to move she could tell by the firing around her and how it moved. They wanted her to move in a certain direction, they were trying to herd her like cattle. She could move the way they wanted her to, or she could just kamikaze them pull the old suicide run. The crazy card was always an option, but it wasn't necessarily the smart play here and this wasn't her damn fight.

So many things ran through her mind in a matter of seconds as she tried to strategies her next play. They wanted to coral her to make her move how they wanted. Her rebellious nature didn't want to do it, it didn't want to comply but her more rational thought told her to play long and give them what they wanted. She peeked around the corner of where she was perched to give her a bit of scoop to her situation. Only a few seconds before a shot got bead on her and she had to duck back in cover. Yet it was enough time to get a bit of a head count to what she was dealing with and the fact that a few were air born with jet packs.

She could stay where she was no matter what she had to move as she reached into her jacket and pulled out three grenades. One a simple frag grenade, one a cryo grenade, and the other a flash bang. She eyed them for a moment and then took a deep breath as she pushed the three second trigger on each of them and tossed them back over her cover in the direction of the Mandalorian. "Lovers gambit it is." She said as she began taking off in the direction, they wanted her to go.

As she started to run in the direction of Palace that they wanted her to go. Run across roofs as the explosives went off. She opened fire with her heavy blaster aim up in the air in the direction of the air born units she had spotted. The shots were blind but open to auto fire spray and pray you hit something anything. Three shots firing off in Anna Carden 's direction before moving onto the others. She wanted to dip into her force and Magic but she was tired at the moment she had had much time to catch her breath.

 

[Keilara Kala'myr]

Matriarch of the Scar Hounds Tribe

Objective: Do her old job
Location: Surface, Onderon
Equipment: FS-18-UP2 Assault Rifle | 2x Sunfury Pistol | Light Armour | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | 2x Vibrodagger | 2x Riftblades | Promise of Freedom | Ring of Wishes and Dreams || Cloaking Device | 5x ASBF Probe Droid || OPBC-01m
Allies: Thomas Barran | Hex | Arminius Kroeger | Marlon Sularen | Kurineth Cull | Joseph Torson | Open
Writing With: Silas Westgard | Closed

"Galactic Basic" | ~ Telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >>
Keilara Kala'myr | Mercy | Ziare Dyarron | Freedom​

"How desperate you try to judge me... and I think your kind has killed more of my clan than I have of yours.." I said angrily, but with a bitter tone in my voice.

A great example of this was Exegol, where millions were killed by the Jedi. The only good thing was that Thomas didn't send Scar Hounds out there; he didn't let them hurt the tribe any more in that place. True, only the strong mattered, but when there's no chance for someone to prove their ability, their strength, or that they can rise up, it wasn't good. You had to prove yourself in open, land combat, not die from orbital bombing. But unfortunately, this was the moment when we were interrupted by the warbeasts. Of course, that didn't mean we couldn't continue talking from cover.

I laughed bitterly at the boy's words. Did he really think that death or the loss of my limbs would frighten me? Although, at the time, Asher did his best to make sure that I didn't have to have any artificial limbs and that I remained as natural as possible, I didn't care. At worst, I would commit suicide to go home to my husband as a soul. And I have always endured torture, not even Maw's legendary Taskmaster could break me.

I really would have been interested to know what the kid thought made me care about other people, or why I would want to waste my energy cell on them.

"I don't care about other people, and your threats don't scare me! You're lucky today that these flying things are here. My name is Mercy, I'm the matriarch of the Scar Hounds Tribe, wife of The Mongrel and mother of his children! You and the Jedi prepare, for we are here again! We are coming! And everyone who ever had anything to do with the Scar Hounds Tribe's Legend's journey to his death will pay with their lives!" well, I tried to be a bit dramatic and theatrical to make it more effective.

It is best to believe that you are driven only by revenge. Most revenge-seekers are blind and can't think, easy prey. Let them think I am one and even after all this time in this dimension I still have a thirst for revenge. When you are underestimated or not considered dangerous, it's always easier to surprise and outwit your opponent. But only time will tell.

"So take the news back to the precious Jedi that what happened during the Second Great Hyperspace War will be nothing compared to what is now being unleashed on the Galaxy!" there was a deliberate anger and hatred in my voice; thanks to my great acting.

That was very, very easy to play. I took a smoke grenade off my belt and set the timer for a few seconds delay. I leaned sideways out of cover, then threw it in the direction the Jedi was. He exploded when he got close to cover; it wasn't to disrupt him, only to "facilitate" my escape. In fact, it didn't even need to do that; I activated the cloaking device and headed for the evacuation point to return to Carlac.

Last post.​

 

[Valut Amanya]

Zark San Tekka
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The Shard was launched back, sent tumbling down the street away from the Jedi. The glasteel of his frame was cracked, and smaller parts crumpled from the force of the blast -- but he refused to fall, the force of his will keeping him on his feet as he landed.

His hatred ran cold. He straightened, wiping the dust from his otherwise pristine armoured shoulders. He didn't have the full picture, but the exposure of their minds had left him with a glimpse; he'd been shown a feeling strange and alien to him, some facsimile of "good", of "beauty", things so far from what this wretched creature could even begin to appreciate.

In that moment there were no rage-filled lashings; he advanced, bringing his staff forward. Dark magic gathered around it, and as he swung at the Jedi, black lightning arced forward, cast off all around them.