Public Raid on Kattada

[Alana Calloway]

Lirka felt the ping of the blaster bolt dissipate over the gleaming metal of her plates. The flurry of violence slowed once more, a plodding patience as the Once-Sephi’s lenses glared down at Alana Calloway with raw, murderous, intensity. She was toying with the poor girl, drinking in the fear. Monsters had to make their own fun in this galaxy, after all.

She cocked her head in exaggerated confusion, words venomous and low.

“We could not possibly be more different - my existence is well beyond your own, meager, scuttling.”

She listened to the stammering, the idle yapping that came with looking death in the face. This cowering fool looked familiar, though Lirka still couldn’t quite place where she had seen this one before. Her lists of foes was long and ever growing, some slipped through the cracks of her fracture memory after all.

“To even imply Lirka Ka dabbles in such things proves the vast gap between us. I am cut from a greater cloth than yourself, I move Star Destroyers, not speeders.”

She walked, slowly. Patiently. She did not exert herself more than she needed to, a silent jest. She felt no compulsion to brawl at her best when dealing with this newest of not-quite-Jedi pest. The slow thump, thump, thump, of her metal boots against the floor. It was not an unwise move to try and put the speeder between them, though it would offer little recourse. She paused for a moment, before leaning down and placing a claw beneath the vessel. And with an explosion of mechanized strength, sent the thing careening to the air to land in a thunderous crash. The obstacle was a brief moment of respite, but Lirka continued on her plodding pace once more.

“There is much to be learned from fighting over scraps, you should know that most of all. Rat.”

Matters of religion and philosophy were oft forefront in her mind. Lirka was a fairly deranged zealot after all. All things worked within the confines of the world view she had built up over the ash and misery of those pitiful things fighting over scraps, and the grim overlords that weigh them down. As Calloway broke into her sprint, Lirka felt her head fling back as the bolt slammed into her face plate. Snapping back to attention with a sickly whine of mechanisms, a bestial snarl escaped her vocalizer. Now she was annoyed.

Yet, she was still nice enough to give the woman a few seconds of head start. Then Lirka broke into her own sprint, long legs surging forward with the whir of servos propelling her like a murderous missile.

“Run little rat, run! Lirka Ka will catch you!”

Oh yes. She most certainly was having fun with this.

Tags: Lirka Ka
Gear: In Bio

One thing that Alfonse had taught her from her time as a Sector Ranger, was situational awareness and knowing what you had in your advantage.

Against Lirka, what all did she have?

Well, aside from looking better in a bikini, not much. She heard the woman barking out a laugh, the whirling of mechanical legs behind her, and knew the woman would catch her at this rate.

But Alana did have one thing at the ready; her wrist launcher. She stowed the blaster, fiddling with the launcher now, as Lirka continued to close in, the destroyed speeder still fresh in her mind for what Lirka was going to do to her once she got caught. Needless to say, things weren't in her favor, but she could work with that. Hell, most of her life had been working with it. Her boots rang off the duracrete flooring, as the wrist launcher gave a whine from the energy cells booting up. She had one HE rocket still ready to go, and that would have to be enough, but her next part of the plan would be a hell of a gamble.


Still holding at the Force, she called it to her, warping it about her launcher, focusing on the rocket. She would stop, turning back to Lirka as she holds her blade, but raised her rocket off to the side. She braced herself, more so for the power than for taking on Lirka.

"One thing you should know about us rats, Lirka. They're resourceful." She remarked, firing off her rocket but directly away from Lirka, sending it off to her right.

The 'woosh' caught her, body being knocked just a bit, before she enforced her will onto the rocket, feeling the pressure about her body, squeezing at her mind, as she linked the two spaces together in her mind.

The explosive would seem to halt for a moment in mind air, as Alana focused on it, willing it to the new space she intend it to land; directly behind Lirka.

The space about the rocket would distort, before shifting, flying towards Lirka's back, as Alana would wait to strike; hoping the explosive to Lirka's back would give her an opening to start the first strike of her blade.

Only time would tell, but the process of moving the rocket had taken a toll.

A toll she was just starting to feel as the stress of the effort sank into her body.

She needed to work out more....

 

[Hasuras Va-Kull]

When the dust settled there stood a black robed man, witnessing the horror of the Jedi mauled single-handedly by the titanic Maelibus. The man just stood there in silence unwavering in his stance. Was this shock from fear? Whatever it was he would be another victim to fall to his claws.

But it wasn’t at all that simple. The same Jedi he killed reanimated, arising from their death. This…Jedi trick did surprise Kull as this was something he was not taught by his father. They were usually too predictable in having a incorruptible morals which were too easy to exploit for one’s advantage. No, this was probably a rogue Jedi or some individual that did not carry the same restraint as the typical Jedi.

The reanimated Jedi rushed with a frenzy to find payback; a second chance in life to avenge their previous deaths. Lightsabers at the ready to slice find their mark on Kull’s iron skin.

“Fools.”

It would not be enough for the reanimated Jedi, their lightsabers wouldn’t be able to scorch his skin when the Force enveloped around his body, it gave him the power to withstand the cut of a lightsaber and inflict extraordinary damage. Again, he tore and shred through the Jedi until there was nothing of them.

And so his attention returned to the black robed man, then rushing to strike him down where he stood.

Suguru Hojo ​

 

[Darth Hydra]

Hydra balanced against the pair of Jedi as they attacked in unison. They were good. Very good. They attacked in unison, their strikes timed perfectly to try and catch Hydra off balance. Hydra waited patiently in defence, analyzing their strike pattern for the right moment.

One. Two. Three.

He counted, before catching both blades on either end of his lightsaber. He grunted slightly, held it for a moment, before twisting in a pirouette, spinning his blades so both their lightsabers faced the ground. Hydra reversed the swing aiming to decapitate the Master the greater threat. Leaving a very angry off balanced padawan to deal with. The lightsaber hit. The head remained attached. Hydra's eyes opened in shock for a moment, he quickly recovered, spinning away landing with a force push to create a perimeter on the ground to give him some space.

Hmm well isn't that interesting.

A weaker Sith might panic. Might flee. For Hydra however this finally made this duel engaging. Perhaps even as much as hunting his old apprentices own apprentice. Hydra considered what to do carefully. He'd have to depend on Force powers for the Master, find a weakness.

Hydra unleashed Force Lightning with both hands at the Master one high one low. He only kept it up a few moments before reigniting his lightsaber and leaping to meet the Padawan with a flurry of attacks.

Acier Moonbound Aris Noble

 

[Gavin Restur]

ACTIVE BOUNTY HUNTING
Target: Quinn Varanin
License: Here
TAGS: Quinn Varanin
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Having landed on the ground, he quickly made his way into the temple, still in pursuit. Keeping a hand on his hat to ensure it wouldn't go flying, he kept a good bit of distance from Quinn Varanin as she made her way into the temple. Judging by how she ignored the battlefield in its entirety and booked it straight for the temple, there is most definitely something or someone in here that she's after. Which one of those is it? Hell if he knows.

He was keeping a good bit of distance from the other as she tiptoed around, biding his time for now. While he could just charge in and start swinging with reckless abandon, given how avoidant of combat she seems to be, there's a very high likelihood that she would simply hightail it out of here. He's seen firsthand just how fast Force users can move, and he can barely keep track of them when they reach their top speeds. And if he can only barely keep track, actually keeping up with them is out of the question.

While watching her make her way down a hall, the wall decided to explode. A battle from several others cut their way into her path, sending debris everywhere. He had been watching from around the corner, and he managed to duck behind the wall just in time before a chunk of wall slammed into his head. But, it did allow him to get a glimpse of her abilities-- some sort of barrier it seemed, given how stone had landed everywhere else except near her. Something to keep in mind.

But, she was making her way back. After back tracking himself, he made sure there had been enough distance made so that she could continue along her new path. However, it had begged a question: where is she going? He wasn't sure of what the answer was earlier, but given the direction she was going in, he feels like he can make a good guess. From the brief amount of time he's spent at this temple before this raid, he was walking around the place in search of where others had gathered to start an operation. Given that he was late and had no clue where they were, he wandered around the temple briefly, and he remembers what's in the direction she's trying to go in.

A vault.

Did he know what's inside it? Pfft, no. Probably those holacrins-...halocrones? Whatever they're called. He's heard talk of them before, and from the looks of it, people really like stealing the other side's ones.

Enough about that, though. What matters at the moment is that he's got a pretty good guess as to where she can be heading. And what's even better, is that he knows a shortcut to get to the vault faster than the route she's taking. With that in mind, he broke off from tailing her directly, willing to bet it all on him being right about where she's heading.

There'll be something for her once she reaches it.

 

[Arris Windrun]

Jared Starchaser

With her co-processor, Arris was already marking targets along the Jedi's body. He began to move, too, and the cyborg remained incredibly wary of that lightsaber.

Before melee range, she quickly drew from her right holster and entered a foot-forward slide tackle towards him. The gun fired another cortosis dust shell aimed to short out his blade for a second time. The rest of her plan was simple - topple him like a pin.

 

[Acier Moonbound]

Location: Kattada - Jedi Enclave

Equipment:
Training Jumpsuit | Lightsaber | Modified DL-27 | Tic

They moved together like they'd done this a hundred times before. Every strike Ace threw, Aris was already there to follow, his reach and precision cutting into the openings Ace created. It wasn't planned, wasn't practiced... but it felt natural.

But the Sith Lord was patient. Analytical. In an instant their blades were caught, locked against the double-blade as the Feeorin twisted into a brutal pirouette. Ace saw the strike aimed for Aris's head, but he wasn't worried. After their spar, he'd learned that the Epicanthix was physically resistant to lightsabers. He raised his own lightsaber to capitalize on the Sith's attention on Aris.

But then he felt the Force slam into him again, tearing the rythm apart. Ace hit the ground hard and slid back through broken stone, teeth gritted but he was already scrambling up, lightsaber raised, when the air split with crackling light.

Force lightning. He'd never seen it but had learned about it in practice with his old Master Pisti Caleida - it burned the air around Aris, high and low, and Ace's eyes narrowed. The Feeorin wanted to break them apart, to force them onto the backfoot.

Then their opponent was in the air, scarlet blades descending on him in a storm of strikes. Ace's guard jolted into place just in time. The first blow rattled his arms, the second nearly knocked his lightsaber wide, but he caught it by twisting awkwardly and letting the momentum spin him half-around.

His feet slid across the rubble, boots scraping for purchase, every block a scramble to keep up. He ducked under one strike and shouldered into Hydra's chest just to make space, then hacked back with a wide, desperate slash. It wasn't elegant, it wasn't polished, but it kept him alive.

Aris Noble | Darth Hydra​

 

[Jend-Ro Quill]

and pushed on the cloud of superheated steam in two directions, so that the cloud would encapsulate both Jedi and boil their unprotected flesh, if only for a moment.

“Clever. You seek to manipulate chance,” rumbled the son of Vahl his voice tinged with the pain of his injuries, puzzling through the technique that had impacted his mind as he drew upon his Sight in the Force and sought to see beyond, toward the fabric of All Things. Present and future blurred together as he saw shapes moving and yet-to-move in the steam.

“But Fate heeds my reins.”

Holding that line in the Force, he charged forward, Lightclub in hand, the green blade aimed for the Terentak covered monster.

Quill met the steam like he'd met similar Bryn'adul weapons: a push. Superheated vapor shoved back against his will and jetted through. Pain ripped down the outside of his left forearm through the flimsy robe.

As Vodet charged, Quill fell back a couple of steps beside the vault door to focus on pain control. A burn like that could put a body into shock; he'd had many of them. The main Drael subspecies had always favored plasma/vapor weapons. Rusty, he said to himself. Been too long.

 

[Hasuras Na-Gerra]

Holding that line in the Force, he charged forward, Lightclub in hand, the green blade aimed for the Terentak covered monster.

Future became present as the terrapin Jedi burst from the steam and charged forward, an immense lightclub in hand, the blade a verdant flame aimed straight at Gerra. As foreseen.

Reaching out through their shared connection in the Force, he felt the minds of his siblings outside, Veyra and Va-Kull, each embroiled in their own battle.

Her saber angled to slip under his as she danced half a step back. Taking her saber in a single hand, she endeavoured the battle again, probing his defenses with swift arcs. In her free hand, the air began to shimmer with the colalescence of fury, heating as it came to life.

It would not be enough for the reanimated Jedi, their lightsabers wouldn’t be able to scorch his skin when the Force enveloped around his body, it gave him the power to withstand the cut of a lightsaber and inflict extraordinary damage. Again, he tore and shred through the Jedi until there was nothing of them.

Burn bright, show them our strength. He said into their minds. The Dark Side's power, unbridled, suffused Veyra, Kull, and Gerra in equal measure. Gerra drew upon those bonds for his own work at hand. Lurching forward, heedless of his wounds, his half-numbed fingers hurled his shield like a discus. The alchemical alloy hurtled edge first for Jend-Ro Quill who stood near the vault door, through the steam, Gerra's prescient sight predictive of where he was and where he might be.

In that moment, the light club sizzled through the air, crashing down for his head only to meet the Terentatek horn there, whose off-white surface smoked and charred but did not yield to the plasma blade. Gerra could feel the heat of the blade so close to his face and the reek of ozone.

See now as Gerra's hammer whipped under the lightclub, aimed to crunch into the side of the turtle's shell. No mere hammerblow this, but guided for a precise shatterpoint in the organic structure to fracture even the toughest of shells into many pieces. A resonant blow. Perhaps a mortal wound, or merely one that would shiver the shell to pieces and put the Jedi out of the fight.

Vodet

 

[Shinzou Ashina]

[ Theme ]

Shinzou Ashina

| Location | Temple, Kattada​

| Objective | Beat some redheads​

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Shinzou's single azure blade sparked against her crimson one as they clashed, taking the time to gauge his opponent as they were in close proximity. He hadn't drawn his second blade yet, still keeping his fighting style a mystery to his opponent as the Hasuras moved to create distance momentarily. His saber followed hers as it tried to slip under his, moving to keep the blade from his center line as he pushed it off to the side with his if she tried to immediately follow through with a thrust. ​

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"Don't try to butter me up too much now." he said with a sarcastic smile in response to her comment.​

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His opponent pressed the attack after the momentary respite as she took swings at him, the Ashina bladesman deftly countering with his own saber as he moved back in defense. His focus was drawn to the speed and power of each strike, but judging by the way she attacked it was calculated and deliberate. Simple blows to test him as he reciprocated through his blocks. His last block in their exchange had sent his saber out wide, presenting an opening to the Hasuras.​

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The crimson saber of his foe came to meet his midsection. Fingers wrapped around the hilt of his shorter, sheathed Ashina steel blade, a quick pull to partially unsheathe it as saber met blade, intercepting it before he got cut in half, quickly moving to resheathe it. Upon contact, the crimson plasma would spark and sputter as it met honed edge, a feedback crash causing his opponent's blade to become temporarily deactivated. ​

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He paused as his single eye noticed the air seemed to shimmer in his opponent's off hand. He was familiar with the feeling he sensed, his last opponent having nearly incinerated him for being careless. His saber was out wide still, leaving him little time to quickly cut her down. He shifted his back foot in a heartbeat as he instead drew his leading foot up to his chest before sending his sandaled foot into his opponent to push her away. ​

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Hasuras Na-Veyra​

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[Vodet]

He had to keep moving. Slow and steady would win any races. Unless he had to ninja-kick a damned rabbit. Those were fast creatures, but moving that fast? One didn’t always see what was going on around them. The Golden Sun was healing him, and providing the connection to everything on the planet.

That was all thanks to Jend-Ro, and the Witches. Well, the latter for the blue coral, which was still important here. Seeing the wayfarer step back, Vodet had to keep moving forward, and the lightsaber was going to lead the way.

What he didn’t prepare for was the resistance from the terentak armor. The view in his eyes was a bit of shock as the lightsaber bounced back at him. Thrown off balance, the turtle was worried about his mortal body over what the Sith was doing. The step didn’t work in his best interest as the hammer hit hard, and shattered part of his shell, the part not directly over organs but still important. A call out in pain, the pieces fell to the ground and Vodet wasn’t far behind.

Looking up, he could see the Sith approach, Vodet turned to crawl away, but he could feel the connection with the Force. If the Sith was coming with another swing, it would hit a spectral shield of gold and blue, reverberating the hammer.

Jend-Ro Quill Hasuras Na-Gerra

 

[Jared Starchaser]

What he knew, was he could lean into the fight of the cyborg and go with the flow. Something the witches taught him. He held his saber up as if he was going for a killing blow. When the next shot came, he was hoping it was going to be the cortosis shot. As it came, and hit his saber, the Starchaser let the blade go out and dropped the hilt.

His hands came up and an invisible wall of Force barrier came up between the pair, letting her crash into that. And ready to throw her back, repelling her.

Arris Windrun

 

[Arris Windrun]

Opponent: Jared Starchaser
Approaching: Vestra Tane | Althea Voidwalker | Talin Treicolt | Morrow

Arris had to give the beach boy credit - she did not expect that move. The cyborg slid into the 'invisible' barrier, crashing hard, and was swiftly repelled like identical poles on a magnet. Were it not for the increased acuity and reaction speed provided by her co-processor, which had thoroughly awakened since entering the building, she would've been in far greater trouble.

She managed to turn the stumbly slide into momentum, hopped back to her feet, and fast-walked backward a few steps before twisting around into a full sprint the opposite way down the hall. Her pace was brisk, but running was not all she had in mind.

The cyborg relied on a trick shot she once pulled on Mercy in the Kaggath. Metal fingers wrapped around the grip of her holstered left gun and tilted it without even drawing. She fired the shot without even looking, sending a slug ripping towards where she imagined he was, and didn't even look to see if it landed.

Instead, she maintained her sprint and swung around a corner. It was at that point she finally drew the weapon, which had one round left in it, holstered the other, and proceeded to load five empty chambers with krayt's breath shells. Gave the revolving cylinder a spin for good luck, and headed towards the room where Vestra and the others were, their fighting very audible from this distance.

Spoiler: Roll results

The next round fired from her gun:
1 = slug shot
2-6 = krayt's breath

KRAYT'S BREATH SHELL: So... none of the other shells worked on your target, because your opponent is wearing beskar coated with phrik encased in cortosis weave. You're running out of options. Well, now you're in luck. The krayt's breath shell fires globules of bio-plasmatic gel that stick to the target like napalm. It won't penetrate the target, but it won't need to because it will turn their own armor into a convection oven and cook them inside it.

 

[Jend-Ro Quill]

his half-numbed fingers hurled his shield like a discus. The alchemical alloy hurtled edge first for Jend-Ro Quill Jend-Ro Quill who stood near the vault door, through the steam, Gerra's prescient sight predictive of where he was and where he might be.

A call out in pain, the pieces fell to the ground and Vodet wasn’t far behind.

Looking up, he could see the Sith approach, Vodet turned to crawl away, but he could feel the connection with the Force. If the Sith was coming with another swing, it would hit a spectral shield of gold and blue, reverberating the hammer.

Rule number four or five of fighting at this level was that, given the choice, you didn't intercept an unknown personal object with lightsaber or will alone, not push or grip or shield, in case it contained tailored surprises. You intercepted it with another object. The only suitable objects around were dead raiders. One lurched off the ground and thunked flailing into the underside of the shield in flight. The shield embedded itself in the stone doorframe above Quill's head.

He shook rubble from his hair. Cognizant that he was still standing underneath the shield, he moved to the side to put himself at the actual vault door. The pain was lessening. Vodet clearly needed an immediate hand.

Quill's saber lay forgotten where it had rebounded off Gerra's armor. It flicked back to Quill's grip. He drew a deep breath and exhaled. Whalesong reverberated in the hall, Firaxan whale-shark song to be specific: the Progenitor's Call, a technique he'd learned from the Order of Shasa and the Progenitor itself. The Call was a channelling of the voice of the Progenitor on faraway Manaan, and it had two effects: to fortify Quill against further injury that he couldn't afford, and, more urgently, to interrupt and destabilize an enemy. In a perfect world, that ought to give Vodet the opportunity to find his feet and get in gear.

 

[Aris Noble]

The strike came as a surprise, despite not being a lethal threat. He'd been keeping track of the different blades all moving, but he hadn't seen the strike that hit him on the neck and set him to stumble to the side. The Sith wasn't just some Knight parading around. A seasoned master, a threat that wasn't going to be easily dealt with by Acier and Aris alone.

Sparks followed, and earned quite the grimace from the taller humanoid. He brought his blade up, catching one of the strikes as practiced to stop the stream, but he couldn't block both at once with only the one blade. He convulsed. Pain ripped through his mind in an instant, a quick flash but an eternity for a mind like his. His senses, built to be able to hear, feel, and see far beyond normal limits meant pain was one he felt beyond what was normal.

It was mind numbing. A haze settled on him as he fell to a knee, trying to recover as fast as he could. Shapes ahead, Acier and the Sith fighting. His vision cleared quick, his hearing returned, but his muscles were numb after the convulsions, raw and pained but already stitching themselves and healing. He needed to move, needed to get back into the fight to help Acier.

He felt the tensing in his legs, and that was enough for him to spring forward. The ground cracked under his feat as he threw himself at the Sith, both hands bringing his blade down in an agonizing cut as the muscles in his arms still protested. Pain wasn't going to stop him from helping his friends, at least.

Darth Hydra | Acier Moonbound

 

[Vestra Tane]

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KATTADA TEMPLE INTERIOR - HALLWAYS

Vestra took her chance - as soon as her ship's turbolasers started firing, she bolted from cover, full sprint. Arm damaged and malfunctioning, and with new presences dimly registering - distressingly muddled in the Force for her tastes - she needed to regroup and reapproach. She'd scramble back through the hole made on entry, try and lose the blue-haired schutta in the chaos, and then pounce. She was fairly certain she'd heard someone - a woman, maybe, judging by the voice? - get caught in the hail of turbolaser fire.

And then all of a sudden, something on the periphery of her awareness:

Four shots. Overkill for a stun, but he knew enough to know Sith tricks could easily weasel her out of a single bolt. Maybe more, even. On second thought, he fired several more times, saturating her position with stunfire. Can't be too careful.

Stunfire. Vestra didn't have time, immediately, to process what that meant. She sensed the bolts before she heard or saw them, and her body moved before she'd had time to make a conscious decision.

Dodge. Sprint. Use coat to block that one - dodge. Dodge. Do- chit!

A shot clips one of her legs mid-dash, and she loses balance -

The Sith let out a yowling, almost-pitiful scream as she stumbled, tumbled, and hit the ground clutching her left leg. Not out of pain - she couldn't feel anything but pins and needles in it - but sheer, frustrated fury. Stunning bolts meant whoever this was wanted her alive - and that meant containment, capture. Why? Bounty Hunters weren't out of the question - and there were countless variations of idiot do-gooder that might want to take her alive for inane moral reasons.

Not that she was in a state to ponder the hows and whys very deeply. Somewhere in-between the tumble forcing loose rocks and debris into the gunshot wound on her face and the realization she was being hunted, something in Vestra snapped. Again and again, she slammed her metal fist into the ground - grind, hiss, crack - peeling the synthflesh from her knuckles and sharpening the metal beneath.

Every impact formed little gusts of telekinetic wind. The air crackled around her, made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

And she hadn't actually stopped screaming.

ENEMIES: Althea Voidwalker Talin Treicolt Morrow
FRIEND: Arris Windrun

 

[Auteme]

The next room was better; past a short interstice she found her way into a larger hall, two dozen starfighter (and other craft) simulators, winding steel and glass spheres with a number of other displays and instruments installed about. A few sitting areas, more screens on the walls... Not as obscuring as the mist but much better cover than the fountain.

Her mind raced as she wove between the machines. The next exit was further still; she wouldn't make it before Fett entered and shot her in the back. And yet, was that even her goal? She entered to see what she could do to assist, pull out anything that might be dangerous in the wrong hands, but all she'd met was Fett.

Ah, then that was her purpose. There were surely many bounties he could collect here, people or items perhaps more valuable than her, but among them he'd chosen her. Auteme didn't think she had a shot at defeating the greatest bounty hunter in the galaxy, so her priorities needed to be different. She needed to keep his attention, lure him somewhere that there wasn't anything else that would catch his eye, waste his time until he gave up and left. That meant no more running, or at least, no running towards things he might choose to take instead of her.

Her eyes went to the door she'd just entered, right as it slid open for Fett.

She took refuge behind the third row's simulators. A twist of her hand, the Force-woven shoes she wore shifting to something that let her move soundlessly as she crouch-walked further to the left of the room. He spoke as she slowed, squatting behind one of the simul-sphere's axes. His armor was near-impenetrable -- but he'd given her the opening she needed.

Weaving at a distance was always difficult; she grasped what she could, finding some trace of Coren here once, a thread to pull on, weaker connections past that. She cast a step across the room, and then her voice, spoken upwards as though to avoid being found.

"I disappeared? I would've thought anyone could be found by the galaxy's greatest bounty hunter," she shot back. "Don't tell me the Empire's got better hunters than you."

She started silently further to the room's edge, trailing dulled threads in preparation.

Koda Fett ​

 

[Jared Starchaser]

Tricks and nonsense. That was what Jared was all about. Or at least, today, was all about. He had to be. Her tech was messing with his approach and it meant he had to get creative. Jared had the Force at his side, but most of it was again, out of his reach. He had his skills and would use them.

The speed she moved though? That shocked Jared. That was speed without the Force. He didn’t like that about this fight. Harder for him to predict. Looking up, she was staying on her feet, and then there was a shot coming?

His lightsaber was up and ready, seeing the spin of the revolver. What was he in for..

Moving, he needed to keep away from whatever that was. A legal substance? Jared wasn’t certain. He’d dealt with charhounds before, but they were never this awful. The glob hit his lightsaber and he held up a shield but it still hit the Force projection, weighing on it more than Jared expected… And the heat, he had to stay a few steps back, stumbling as he aimed it away from him.

“Lovely trick. But you really do need to leave.” He said, moving his other hand in a way to pick up the debris that the glob had hit, and throw it towards the cyborg, intent to knock her back through a hole in the Temple.

Arris Windrun

 

[Valery Noble]

Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

The storm came just as Valery expected. Lightning split the air around her, and with a sharp lift of her saber she caught the brunt of it, violet light straining against the torrent of darkness. Arcs leapt across the plasma blade, snapping against her arms and leaving faint burns where the energy broke through. Her jaw tightened, but she did not falter.

Her free hand rose, palm open, and a funnel of Force energy spiraled into existence. Tutaminis drew the hateful power inward, siphoning it away until her body thrummed with the effort of containing it. Her stance lowered in preparation of what was to come in retaliation.

Then, she dropped into a crouch and slammed her hand into the fractured ground. The stored energy burst outward in a crushing wave, ripping stone and earth from their place as it barreled forward at terrifying speed. The battlefield shook with its passage, a wall of raw Force power intent on knocking the Sith from her footing or forcing her into the air.

Valery did not wait to see the result. Smoke and debris surged upward in the wake of her strike, and from within it she pulled her second saber into her grasp. With a smooth motion, she hurled it wide, the violet blade spinning through the haze in a deadly arc meant to cut across the Sith's path. Even as it flew, her other hand tightened, the weapon already ready to recall should it miss its mark.

This duel had only just begun.

Kaila Irons ​