Persistance in Assistance | Sucellus

[Tathra Khaeus]

​Location: Sucellus | Enki Coastal Forest​

​Objective: Observation of Hand of Light Compound​

​ATTN: [member="Rhane Varless"] | [member="Jyoti Nooran"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Jerit Kolomor"]​

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​The Hand of Light. A tiresome group of fledgling Jedi that had evaded total annihilation once more, the Jedi Order of the Ashla System had been uprooted, torn from their stagnant rule and thrust into the dirt. The people of Nibelungen, of Edemar, of Caradim and so many other worlds now under their rule had become enlightened. They had witnessed the presence of true power, the power of conviction and the might of a will to act upon it.

​They had grown stronger in knowing that, indebting themselves in servitude to the Gods and seeking ascendancy. Soon the people of Sucellus, and all the neighbouring systems would fall under the reigns of the War-Chieftain and only then would they understand what the gift of Ancient Eye rule. Whether it was forced upon them or not, they would thank the Eye in the end. But now, was not the time for such things. The fiendish curs of the Hand of Light had taken up residence in the neighbouring forests unbeknownst to the natives of the planet. In truth, the Matador intended to eliminate their presence on this planet without the knowledge of the native populace, they had a foolish and pointless emphasis on personal freedoms and it was doubtful they would take kindly to a hostile force wiping out a peaceful one, regardless of their residence going by unknown.

​He had arrived with a small force, of NSF troops taking vantage points just beyond the patrolling perimeter of the Hand of Light compound, a total of four alongside him as they drew nearer to the compound itself. The black and chrome Giant stood along the length of a massive tree, the weight of the Ceramic heavy plate pressing against the wood as it cracked slightly, the massive weight of the Giant causing small particles of wood to splinter and fall as he moved against it, raising a fist as the NSF troops were in position; two thick fingers rose, gesturing for the four beside him to move closer. His, the Matador spotted a small vehicle sitting on a landing pad; from which they were unloading supplies.

​Rather than waste their supplies, best to use their surroundings.

​The Matador's hand instinctively moved for Oribuir, taking the hilt of the blade in his hand as his metallic feet carried him backward; Oribuir falling homely into his grasp as he swung the blade at his waist, activating the plasma of the blade; igniting in a hot orange plasma and cutting through the thick of the tree like a knife through butter. Chips of the tree's brown oak skin jolted outward as the Matador de-activated the saber component of Oribuir, throwing it back onto his back; hands outstretched as the massive tree anchored and fell with a loud groan as roots strained and tore.

​In that moment, the NSF troopers opened fire, beginning to decimate the unsuspecting heretics. The Jedi among them activating their blades, eyes desperately looking for the identity of the shooters. However, their attention was drawn to the Chieftain as the massive tree rose as metal pincer like fingers tossed it like a massive spear, spiralling through the air and colliding with the supply shuttle.

​"Wipe them out!" ​Came the bestial words as the Matador quickly raced towards the combat, the mag-coils activating as the Matador drew close; using the force to dash forward toward the Compound. The Matador flanked, crashing through the duracrete wall as his blade cut cut through the abdomen of a heretic, throwing his body a few feet backward.

 

[Rhane Varless]

Unification.

The Hand of Light was a splinter cell group of Jedi who were as adapt at surviving outside the Silver Jedi Order as a fish out of water. Rhane Varless along with several other Jedi from The Order had been dispatched to Sucellus to make contact with the group and try to convince them to join the rest of The Order on Kashyyyk. Despite leading the mission and the diplomacy talks, [member="Jyoti Nooran"] outranked him as a Master. [member="Preliat Mantis"] and [member="Jerit Kolomor"] had also been dispatched in the group. Rhane had little knowledge of these other three members but got to know them as best he could on the flight over. Unexpectedly joining the mission was [member="Novan Kolski"], Rhane's newly appointed apprentice. Together, all of them sat inside the largest of the buildings that was situated in the exact center of the compound.

''Master Voytara, be assured that provisions and housing will be made at Silver Rest for you and your disciples.''

A female Iktotchi sitting at the other end of the large conference table nodded in approval.

''How is the sec-'' she began to say, suddenly cut off by the roar of blaster fire outside. Rhane almost jumped out of his chair as he moved over to the large window placed in the side of the room. From there he saw several commando units hiding in the surrounding woods, slaughtering the Jedi.

''AN AMBUSH!!!'' This was certainly a nightmare scenario, he had to call for reinforcements immediately.

''Novan...''he turned to his apprentice ''run out to our shuttle and call for Admiral Nimoto and then reach Silver Rest. The Admiral is three sectors over, we might be able to get reinforcements in a few hours.'' almost as soon as he said this, a tree crashed into the side of shuttle, exploding it.

''Nevermind, you and Master Voytara must reach the comms center. She will lead you there, just input these frequencies!'' he scribbled down two series of numbers on a piece of paper and handed them to Novan.

''The rest of you, come with me!'' Rhane sprinted through the hallways and burst out of the building. As he escaped the building, the outter wall surrounding the compound erupted and in came a gigantic beast. Rhane activated his lightsabers and, using Force speed, lept at the creature while launching a flurry of attacks with his two duel bladed sabers.

 

[Novos Kolski]

Novan scrambled to his feet, forcing his mind and body to come to terms with the situation around him. It had all happened so fast; the meeting, the speeches, the splitting headache, and their shuttle erupting in flames. And at the center of it all was a massive humanoid in armor seemingly forged from the darkness and stars of space itself, a walking abyss of evil set to lay waste to the compound and all within.

"Comms, right."

Keeping low, Novan made for the door of the meeting room, his heart still pounding. He was suddenly grateful for the brown robes that Rhane had provided him upon his arrival to Silver Rest; durable, yet light and freeing, far less restrictive than his old clothes were, which could only help his situation right now. What he wasn't too keen on was the fact that, despite several members of the Silver Jedi and the multitude of dropouts in the compound, Novan himself still didn't have a lightsaber to call his own. The closest thing he had to such a weapon was the green kyber crystal that the Pantoran youth quickly stuffed under his tunic.

"Master Voytara, c'mon!"

[member="Rhane Varless"]
[member="The Matador"]
[member="Jyoti Nooran"]
[member="Preliat Mantis"]
[member="Jerit Kolomor"]

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Location: Sucellus | Enki Coastal Forest​

​Objective: Observation of Hand of Light Compound​

​ATTN: [member="Rhane Varless"] | [member="Jyoti Nooran"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Jerit Kolomor"] | [member="Novan Kolski"]​

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​The Matador thrust Oribuir's pommel into the throat of a trooper, the momentum of his weight crushing the man's neck as he swung the blade handily in his left hand, his right palm outstretched as he reflected blaster bolts directly at a group of troopers as they came, bounding forth to one with the edge of Oribuir piercing his stomach, twisting the blade so its blunt faced his ribs, with a simple twist of the wrist thrusting his body to the side as his right hand grasped the pommel, slashing at a vertical angle as Oribuir caught a few bolts, the magnetic field reflecting others as he pressed forward slashing through the shoulder plate of another as his Gladius extended from his wrist as he used the weight of his opponents body to pull him forward, leaping a short distance as his Gladius entered the chest of another, the blade retracting immediately at the command of the neural network within the armour.

​The Matador felt the ebb and flow of the battle, the force causing his to instinctively weave and flow with the momentum of the fight; ensuring a consistent dominance. Using his precognitive abilities; using the force and both the on-board neural interface to increase his speed, the Matador turned; bringing Oribuir into a readied stance as both hands held the blade. A massive being leapt towards him, arching through the air with great speed with dual staff sabers in either hand; intending to deliver a flurry of strikes. The Matador would use his own momentum against him, using the full near seven feet of Oribuir's length to strike at his opponent, tapping into the force for increased speed.

​The Matador swung Oribuir at the Jedi Master's abdomen as he bound towards him, taking a single step backward as he threw the full weight of muscle and metal into the strike, all 1,000 or so pounds of muscle and plated armour swinging the greatsword with the turn of his body, his right leg sitting outward and bending at the joint; tensing his leg to hold steadfast as his opponent leapt directly into the strike of his weapon.

 

[Rhane Varless]

Rhane was several feet in the air when the invader contorted and twisted his entire body in order to unleash a devastating full-force attack against Rhane. To continue with his original plan of overwhelming his enemy with lightsaber strikes would only end in impalement. Instead, Rhane flipped both lightsabers from dual-bladed mode to their unorthodox position of being parallel to each other. Now, with two sets of parallel sabers, Rhane shifted them to the sde of his body where the strike would hit first. And just in time, just one moment later the blade came crashing into Rhane side, sending him flying into the rubble of the outer wall. Deactivating his sabers whilst flying through the air, Rhane landed amongst the rubble his enemy had created just moments ago.

Rhane felt hot liquid pour down his face and soak into his garments.

Attaching his sabers back to his utility belt, Rhane felt the throbbing pain in his lower torso caused by the strike and crash. Another full-on attack would be foolish, Rhane would have to soften his target up. Calling deep within himself, Rhane used The Force to lift all the rubble he could muster and sent it careening towards [member="The Matador"]

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''This way, child!'' Master Voytara would say as soon as she saw Rhane leap out of the conference room. She ushered [member="Novan Kolski"] into a room several rooms away from the conference room. The room looked rather old and antiquated, but thoroughly cleaned. She would lead Novan to a comms station at the back of the room, directly opposite a large window from which advancing troops could be seen.

''This is the comms station! Do as your Master told you!'' As Voytara moved to the front of the room nearest the window, a hail of machine gun fire piereced the window and practically cut her in half. She pushed out with The Force, activating a red button attached to the window that released metal curtains to shield from anymore attacks. She groaned out in pain, still clinging to life.

[member="Jyoti Nooran"]
[member="Preliat Mantis"]
[member="Jerit Kolomor"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Preliat opened his camouflaged eye and leveled the weapon with the long axis of the NSF troops. The beaten zone of the automatic weapon he was using was right in their line. He pulled the bolt back on the weapon, leveled his eye with the sights, and-

Fired.

The beaten zone, is the area of impact of a machine gun. Contrary to popular belief, the beaten zone of a machine gun is actually not a line or a collection of impacts- it's a cone shape. Preliat was diagonal to the NSF troops placement- as soon as they opened fire on his newfound friends, Preliat picked up the Hyperion squad automatic weapon and put on a flak vest. It wasn't much, but it was something in line of protection.

The weapon he was carrying, was something else entirely though. Set up on the treeline, and utilizing the bipod- the NSF troops would be caught in the direct impact, the direct beaten zone of his support weapon. It screamed out, sending at least sixty rounds- half the magazine towards the NSF troops alone. Preliat had two more boxes of ammunition, ready to go.

NSF troops first- then they could deal with the big guy himself.

[member="The Matador"] l [member="Rhane Varless"] l [member="Novan Kolski"] l

 

[Novos Kolski]

The metal curtains had closed. The sounds of battle had been muffled. Similarly, standing in the communication center of their small complex, Novan was seemingly frozen in time as his bright yellow eyes fell on the fast-fading Iktotchi Jedi Master. He hadn't even seen the blaster fire that had cut her down, hearing only the glass on one side shatter before the breaking itself was drowned out by automatic weaponry. Even the mites of dust seemed to hang in mid-air as Novan tried with every muscle in his body to tear his eyes away from the sight before him. He should have seen this! The Force was supposed to show people these things, wasn't it? Out of the corner of his eye, the Pantoran could see just the faintest red glow of the curtains as the enemy troops tried to cut them out through sheer brute force. As the tableau held its form, the blast shields grew ever redder.

Novan had to act. Fast.

The Padawan moved to the door - taking great care not to callously step over the dying Jedi warrior - and pressed a few buttons, letting it slide shut. A loud click confirmed the lock; if nothing else, it would delay any of the monster's friends for a few moments while Novan came up with a plan. And Novan would need all the time he could get; he'd never seen a comm setup before, let alone this one. But if there was ever a time to get it together - with him and his ignorance the only thing standing between survival and destruction - it was now.

[member="Preliat Mantis"]
[member="Rhane Varless"]
[member="The Matador"]