Public Raid on Kattada

[Vestra Tane]

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KATTADA TEMPLE INTERIOR - HALLWAYS

More bullets flying in her direction.

Vestra was lucky. Again. Lucky lucky lucky. This shot grazed her face, tearing strips of flesh away - but only that.

She dipped back behind cover, and pressed her remaining organic hand to a bloody, heat-seared cheek. She tried not to think about the strings of flesh that draped between her fingers, or the scar this would leave. Her heart pounded, rapid, heavy, beating a thunder-drum in her ears. And was that - did she smell ozone? From the particle detonations, surely. Beneath that, and beneath the blasterfire, she could hear - footsteps? Maybe? She thought so. Either way, her enemy would be trying to close the distance. She'd have the edge, too, with those guns, unless -

Through the pain and rage and fear, a sudden, desperate thought struck her.

She was already in cover.

The Sith laughed, and pressed a button on her coat -

"Strafing run on my position."

And from the sky came the screech of Cataclyst engines and the crack-crack-crack of turbolaser fire.

ENEMIES: Althea Voidwalker
INCOMING: Talin Treicolt Morrow

 

[Vodet]

With all of the light side here at Kattada, Jedi and their friends from all walks of the Light enjoying the world, it was easy for Vodet to get lost. Swimming in that pool that was light and life. So many others in the drift of it.

And the darkness, small bits of pollution in the otherwise natural system. That was why the Yinchorri was eliminating the ones who were coming. Moving to have his light club at the ready, he put more energy into the Force. Talking these raiders down.

There was a bigger predator in the waters behind these ones.

The reptile tossed a look to Jend-Ro. He wasn't aware the other knew how to use the saber. The pair were perhaps more similar than Vodet knew. The explosion of the wall though, changed everything. The club in one hand and claws of the other at the ready.

"You'll find we are more than a fair match for you."

Jend-Ro Quill
Hasuras Na-Gerra

 

[Jend-Ro Quill]

INNER VAULT, having bypassed several hallways by the holes blown through floor and wall.

Inside, Gerra saw at least two figures waiting for him. He snorted.

“A terrapin and an old man,” he rumbled. “Step aside, or meet your ends.”

He hefted his hammer. It was no large thing, by his standards. Merely a hammer of alchemized steel such as many Sith smiths used. Or so it would seem. Yet an energy in the Force thrummed around the hammer’s head that spoke of peril.

The rest of Gerra stood clad all in alchemized armor of plate after the fashion of the old Sith, but for the horned juvenile Terentatek skull he wore in place of a helmet.

The explosion of the wall though, changed everything. The club in one hand and claws of the other at the ready.

"You'll find we are more than a fair match for you."

"Speak for yourself," Quill mumbled, brushing wall out of his hair. The surprise attack had left him unequipped, just travel clothes with a tired black Jedi-or-Sith robe overtop. Lightsaber, of course, and the dead raiders and their gear.

Someone dressed like that was likely used to smashing through opposition and obstacle alike, and the location suggested the vaults as a target. The whole scenario threw Quill back in time to his many, many battles against gigantic Bryn'adul Draelvasier in their caves, all across the Scar Worlds.

A couple of dead raiders' blaster rifles twitched and set themselves to stun. They fired repeatedt at Gerra from the floor on either side of him, about five meters away. A grenade of some kind caught Quill's eye but he had a strong mental image of the shield batting it at him and opted to leave it where it lay.

He did the blaster rifle stunt for only a pair of heartbeats, wary of splitting his attention too long.

 

[Malyssa moddol]

Malyssa broke free of nathans grasp and dodged his lightsaber with the ease of a dancer as she moved delivering a spin kick to his temple knocking him out. She looked down at the man disappointed in him he wasn't worth killing or the trouble of anything else as she stepped over his crumpled form. As she began running again scanning the area as she ran looking for a worthy opponent she had bloodlust on the mind as she ran she saw Domina Prime and charged at her. Sure the xenowoman had an amazing form and was taller and weighed more than she did not to mention the extra arms.

But Malyssa didn't care as she listened to dima talk the half thyrsian picked up speed with the force letting it flow through her body making her body more responsive to her will. She also activated force rage as her muscles tensed and bulged ever so slightly barely noticeable to a normal eye she swung aiming for dimas chest right under the throat delivered with lightning speed. The blow would be able to fracture a wookie spine she was trained to deliver blows like this her bones hardened through rigorous training.

 

[Darth Hydra]

Hydar smirked.

The boy has presence of mind. Rare in one so young. I'm beginning to like this boy.

He had after all engaged without hesitation. Twice. It would perhaps be a more fulfilling victory than Hydra initially assumed. He was glad he hadn't rushed this. Not out of any sense of fear, merely because such a meal should be savoured. Not rushed, barely enjoying the taste.

"Too bad." Hydra blocked the padawans lightsaber strike with ease. "I find good conversation enhances many experiences. A duel among them."

Hydra continued to block falling back on Soresu with ease. It was rare for a Sith to depend on Soresu Hydra was aware, but he found defence at the proper moment was useful for drawing out a conflict. A part of him was angry that he was missing his chance to hunt down his former apprentices own former apprentice. Yet Hydra refused to let that anger control him, he held it in tight check waiting for the proper moment to unleash it.

"You are keeping me from a more interesting engagement young man" Hydra chided as if talking to one of his students. "Perhaps I will not kill you padawan perhaps I will only maim you in retribution. Leave you a cripple never to take up a lightsaber again."

It was an amusing thought, but against his nature. A warrior of such conviction deserved the honour of a warriors death. Besides aiming to wound was also against Hydra's nature. When he fought he fought to kill.

Hydra thought all of this as he casually blocked with Soresu waiting for the proper moment to switch to Djem So or perhaps Makashi.

Unfortunately the moment was ruined, when the boys Master appeared. Hydra flicked the other end of his double bladed lightsaber on, sent a Force Push against the Padawan, and angled his body to receive both opponents.

"Ah at least now it might be a challenge!" Hydra smirked with mirth.

Acier Moonbound Aris Noble

 

[Alana Calloway]

Oh so many people had been marred, maimed, or killed in Lirka’s long tenure stalking the Galaxy as a rampaging, blood thirsty, beast. A long list of warriors left in broken heaps to feed the sadism that the Once-Sephi’s cruel religion demanded she inflict upon reality - it was much the same reason why she had battered Alana Calloway so heavily when the woman had some semblance of usefulness to Lirka’s machinations. Even if such a thing felt like a distant footnote these days, plans moved quickly and evolved rapidly when you lived in the domain of the Sith.

With the nimble dodge away from the Lirka Ka classic that was “throwing a large rock at considerable force” the beastly thing couldn’t help but chuckle. Bemused venom oozed from the vocal distortion her helmet bellowed out.

“Not a Jedi? My apologies - pests all look the same from up here.”

She prowled, briefly. Her advance stalled as the beast paced. Studying, waiting, watching.

“Though, I suppose that’s their own fault.”

This girl looked familiar though Lirka couldn’t quite place it. No matter - the fleshy ones all squashed into the same red paste. This would be fun, an amusing little bout to satisfy her endless gluttony for general destruction and mayhem.

Her pacing stopped.

She took stance now, leveraging her blade in a casual defense. If it was a dance this girl wanted, it was a dance she would get. Besides - Lirka severely doubted this Not-Jedi’s dancing abilities.

She exploded into a fury, launching herself forward with the whine of servos propelling the power suit as if it were a living, machete wielding, missile. Lirka was a bully, always, and her fighting style exemplified it. Throwing around her unnatural bulk to make an opening for a quick hack of her blade, aiming down toward’s Calloway’s leg.

Tags: Lirka Ka
Gear: In Bio

Lirka was probably the second craziest person Alana had known. Though if she had time to think about it, an arguement could actually have been made for third place. Sadly, she had no such time, as she narrowly avoided losing her leg, letting out a startled shout, lunging backwards and smacking into a parked speeder in the process. She fired off a shot from her blaster, and rolled up and over the windshield of the speeder, landing at the hood, as she scampered back and away.

Close range with Lirka was a death sentence. She knew that from experience. "I think you and I, have more in common that you think Little Lady. Let's just pause for a moment-"

She vaulted over the cab of the speeder, landing and starting to back pedal almost immediately. She kept her blaster up, her palm still tingly from the recoil. She tried to keep the speeder between herself and Lirka. Least give the giant elf-monster-woman something to slow her down. "Like-Parking fees! Absolute scam, right? You risk your neck dodging blaster fire, you fight through traffic worse than a Hutt's digestive tract, and then some smug droid slaps you with a fifty-credit violation for being two centimeters over the line? I mean, come on, there is evil, then there is that-"

She looked about, desperate for a better weapon aside from what she had on hand. This was not going to work one bit. Maybe if she could just buy some time? "Like, I don't even blame you. You see the signs on the way in? Reserved Jedi parking while the rest of us fight for scraps? The Sith could learn a thing or two from this place, I tell you what-"

There was nothing. Just speeders that she had no time to hotwire, and herself. She was so fething in over her head.

She had to act. She snapped off a blaster shot and ran, hoping a better idea would catch her before Lirka did. "I'M JUST SAYING, THINK ABOUT IT!"

This was so fething unfair.

 

[Talin Treicolt]

Bounty Hunter License
Seeking Bounties on: Vestra Tane
Toggle on: Verified
SURPRISE: Vestra Tane | Maybe Friend?: Althea Voidwalker | Huntin' Buddy: Morrow
KATTADA TEMPLE INTERIOR - HALLWAYS

"Thanks." Talin muttered breathlessly as Morrow stopped a raider from turnin' her into barbeque.

It took a moment for the shock to wear off, then she followed his path to squint over his shoulder at the victim. No one she knew, but damn sure ugly, with the scars that littered his face. Musta been Hapes - he had mentioned the weirdos who had let from the sky to rain hellfire on the cluster. Whatever. Didn't seem to be no match for him. Blaster fire from inside the temple drew her attention away. Assessin' the area, there wasn't any good cover. Half fallen pillars, too spread out to be of use, and into the fray of the temple itself.

Grabbin' Morrow by the shoulder 'o his cloak, she began to drag him down the path leadin' in. It looked like a big place. Smoke and resistance were both thick as they broke the entryway. A rainbow of plasma and sabers broke through the haze, promptin' Talin to move for the wall. The force revealed nothin' on their target - 'cept that she was notably absent from this area.

Most were too absorbed in their own battles to notice, let alone attempt to stop the pair. One of them cultists did get a funny idea, and Talin showed him the error 'o his ways with a swift cerulean strike. Pure instinct drove the way through the maze of corridors. Morrows sure presence just behind her quelled any worry of gettin' caught unawares. Two eyes were better than one, or somethin'.

Finally, as they rounded a corner, their mark they were lookin' for came into view. Standin' on the other side of a blue-headed woman, her face was every bit as unapologetically insane as the pictures on the bounty board. Wounded, but enjoyin' it, from the song of laughter. Before Talin could demand surrender, she made out words over the chaos -

"Strafing run on my position."

And slammed her shoulder into Morrow, attempting to knock him down, as rubble began to fall beneath the fire. The delay born of her efforts sent a shard of metal drivin' into her thigh.

 

[Drystan Creed]

KATTADA

"Don't take it the wrong way. Neither of you can afford distractions right now." Drystan rolled his shoulders before unclasping the blade at his hip. Still sheathed in its scabbard, he held it just below the guard, handle side angled upward.

His lips flattened at Wuxia Wukong 's words—the typical pacifistic Jedi drivel he had never agreed with, not even when he had once worn their mantle himself.

"There's a lot of things we don't have to do. But the things I want to do now supersede that."

His obscured eyes drifted to the Feng Huang , thoroughly pleased as she ignited her lightsaber. He didn't bother to hide his smile.

"It seems you've been outvoted. I'd suggest you follow your colleague's—and my—line of thinking…"

Drystan began to walk forward, his pace brisk enough to close the distance yet casual enough to seem almost like a stroll.

He hadn't taken up a guard, the sheathed sword still hanging in his offhand. Yet despite the relaxed frame, the dangerous pressure radiating from him didn't diminish—it grew, pressing down heavier with each step.

The children felt it first. A suffocating weight that clamped down on their lungs and coiled around their limbs like invisible chains, every breath shallow, every heartbeat strained. To their young eyes, the man advancing on their master did not seem human at all—he seemed like a monster born from the shadows, a walking void given form, battlelust dripping off him like venom.

And he kept coming.

Wuxia Wukong Feng Huang

 

[Auteme]

The steam provided her the moment she needed -- a quick twist, and she rolled around the fountain, a blaster bolt whizzing past her head a moment later. A hand swept up, hasty barrier meeting the next two, before she hit it once more and the Force-threads seized into a glob that flew at the hunter's helmet.

Among the features she'd learned in her study of mist-weaving was the artistry of it; the original mist-weavers had been both deeply practical and deeply creative, emotive. It was an art form as much as a skill. An experienced mist-weaver could manipulate how the threads could be perceived, create a canvas of colours and so many other things. In her youth she'd focused on the negative manipulation: invisibility, making her threads bend light around them, but she could never perfect it. Now, she tried the opposite.

The sticky mass of Force-threads glowed brightly, but not just with visible light -- as far as she could reach into the electromagnetic spectrum, the strands flared outwards, hoping to stick and blind Fett long enough for Auteme to escape deeper into the temple. She could only hope his sensors were limited to what she could manipulate. Her trust in the Force, she scrambled again for the door.

Koda Fett ​

 

[Jared Starchaser]

The Temple his Father built. Being raised. It has just settled in on Jared's mind. Coren was out doing his thing, a well earned retirement. And here Jared was doing the fighting. In a war zone. It didn't sit well. Jared was a hunter.

Yet he was the one shaking off a stun blast now. The sand trick didn't work all that well. Cyborg heavy then. Wonderful. The Force was doing what it could to help keep him standing, the lightsaber shivered in his hand as he focused to keep himself upright.

He stumbled backwards and brought his saber up for a defense position as he reached to where his shoulder holster would have been, had he been in his normal gear.

"Feth…" he muttered. Looking to the rest, he tried to not get distracted. A cyborg was hard to fight. Looking forward, he ran, stepping off a rock to vault himself towards her, the Force speeding him up, his lightsaber having to be the equalizer as he made a slash to cleave an arm from the shoulder socket.

Arris Windrun Kaila Irons
Valery Noble

 

[Arris Windrun]

Objective: Fight!
Opponent: Jared Starchaser
Nearby: Valery Noble | Mercy | Tilon Quill | Kaila Irons
Approaching: Vestra Tane | Althea Voidwalker | Talin Treicolt | Morrow

Arris was a fool - she allowed herself to be distracted by the sudden barrage of Vestra's cataclyst, which had been called down to provide suppressive fire on the building. Turbolasers tore holes through the ceiling and walls, which the cyborg saw as her entrance.

So when she turned her attention back to Jared, she did not expect him to be as close as he was or moving as fast as he did.

"Chit!" She exclaimed as the green blur hissed and hummed through the air.

Her body twisted as quickly as it could to avoid his strike. She spared herself the loss of an arm, but not the absence of harm, as the tip slashed down across her left side and carved clean through synthflesh and ruined the subdermal armor beneath. Arris's implants kicked into overdrive, flooding her bloodstream with a cocktail of stimulants and other hormones.

At the same time, she drew her right gun and fired it at his lightsaber.

• SABER BREAKER SHELL: This shell is simply packed with a cortosis dust. Fire it, it bursts, your opponent's lightsaber shorts out. Ideally.

The cortosis dust shell would hopefully buy her the time she needed to avoid another lethal strike.

Force surrounded her legs as a matter of panic, providing them with a boost in speed and strength. She intended to kick herself off of Jared's chest, using him as a platform to extend her leap. The impact may've been bruising or even bone-cracking, but she didn't stick around to analyze damage. Instead, the scoundrel parkoured her way up the beautiful architecture and tossed herself inside a scorched hole courtesy of Vestra's ship.

Inside, the sound of fighting was heavy - lightsabers clashed, blasters fired, and explosives rang. Now this was more her speed.

 

[Acier Moonbound]

Location: Kattada - Jedi Enclave

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

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TAGS: Aris Noble | Darth Hydra​

He hadn't taken the bait, the Sith Lord managed to block Ace's real attack with perceived ease. For a moment blue and crimson locked, crackling in the ashen haired rebel's ears. The Freeorin really liked to talk, but Ace didn't dignify any of it with a response.

Breaking away, Ace stepped back with his rear foot before pushing forward again with his lead. Smashing the Sith's guard with all the strength he could muster, blending in his scraped together Djem So/Shii-Cho style. Only, his towering adversary continued to block and defend. All the while still talking, still trying to taunt him.

"That supposed to scare me?" He finally said, responding to the threat about being maimed.

Then he heard Aris's voice call out to him amidst the carnage. For a split second, Ace's focus broke and in that second - the Sith had taken advantage. The sound of another snap-hiss forced his attention to dart back to the Freeorin. He wielded a double-bladed lightsaber. Ace had never seen one before, and it had caught his surprise completely.

An invisible force slammed into him, knocking the Force adept off of his feet and backward. It was too fast for him to recover, and so, he braced for what was about to come. His back smacked on to the surface before skidding further back across the debris.

Ace wasn't on the floor for long, he immediatley shot back up to his feet with his lightsaber raised. Eyes sharp and peering into their opponent. Then his glaze ficked to Aris, a faint grin tugging at his lips. With Aris here, he was certain they could defeat the Sith Lord.

Without hesitation, he darted toward the Sith and brought his blade up in a sharp diagonal slash. He didn't stop there, the strike rolled into another, then another, each swing faster, heavier, driven by sheer will to keep pressing forward. Reckless, relentless, but never aimless. Every cut carried intent: to deny the Sith even a heartbeat to seize control.​

 

[Hasuras Na-Gerra]

A couple of dead raiders' blaster rifles twitched and set themselves to stun. They fired repeatedt at Gerra from the floor on either side of him, about five meters away.

Harsh blue rings peppered Gerra, the stunning rays coruscated across his form, one struck him in the head and though he wore the skull helm he still felt the way half his face drooped. As did he feel the way his fingers slackened around his shield beneath multiple blasts as he held it up before him, nerves misfiring. Nausea rolled through him and a dizziness. Half-frozen features twisted in a rictus snarl and he leveled his hammer in a gesture of command, exerting his will upon the tibanna gas stored within the blaster rifles - both those firing and those littering the ground.

His siblings had their powers, their own demesnes, but his lay in the construction of things - both natural and unnatural.

And in their disassembly.

A thought from his mind, focus fractured though it was, excited the tibanna gas in every blaster rifle nearby, with explosive results. Whether the detonations caused harm to the two Jedi, he did not wait to see.

Rather than let the fireball dissipate, Gerra drew it to himself with an exertion of pyromancy, enshrouding himself in a whirlwind of living flame as he strode forward hammer in hand.

A half-dozen cuts from the courtyard Jedi blackened the front of his armor and his hammer hand, some flesh seared beneath the armor. Half his features slack from the stun and his shield grip barely there, he waded forward and swung his hammer at the big turtle.

Vodet Jend-Ro Quill

 

[Wuxia Wukong]

Wu sighed. Feng drew her blade too soon. He had tried to warn her of her eagerness for battle before. He knew however it had begun to fall on deaf ears, if guilty conscience.

Feng! Wait for me to engage! Then flank him! This is not a request!

Wu held his staff in a horizontal salute towards their opponent.

He felt the darkness gather around the Sith. It failed to impress Wu, merely made him sad. Sad that someone had become so twisted by the dark side.

"Padawans you must go now." Wu instructed softly yet firmly.

"Good luck Master Wu!" Felisha called out then nodded, gathered the others together and fled.

"Thank you child," Wu said so softly she would not hear it. Padawans needed to believe their masters were invincible. No need to make a point to disabuse them of that childhood dream at a moment such as this.

Wu did not fail to notice the Sith's reaction is plea for peace. Wu sighed. The Dark Side was a powerful twist on ones perspective. It interrupted peaceful principles and replaced them with heightened emotions

"Tell me what is your name? why do you fight?" Wu asked hoping to find some redeeming quality in this man even as he prepared himself to take his life. "I am Master Wu. This is my Padawan Feng Huang. We fight to protect."

Wu had little hope that he could reach this man through his darkened haze. He just hoped he could find some insight any insight into what he was sure had once been an innocent person.

Drystan Creed

 

[Feng Huang]

Feng breathed deep, her lip curled as her adversary challenged her. She'd show this sleemo who was boss. The kraking collswallop didn't even care about the children. He just wanted a good fight. Well Feng would give him a good fight alright. She'd show him. She felt her rage build, started to breathe heavily under her breath.

She heard Master Wu's warning in her mind, but it was like it was a distant echo. She felt the darkness forming around her adversary. It… felt good. It was like it was feeding her, focusing her mind for the battle ahead. In this moment there was just her and her enemy. Nothing else mattered.

She would take this enemy, she would kill him! How dare he attack her and her master. Feng growled. Master Wu was taking too long. He was wasting time talking, they should have engaged immediately maybe caught him off guard.

No. He's too well prepared.

A small distant voice in her head told her. She thought for a moment it might be Master Wu reading her thoughts, then realised distantly it was herself. The tactical part of her mind. Still maybe Master Wu was distracting him with all of these questions.

Yes! It was obvious. The time to strike was now!

Feng roared a banshee scream and attacked launching into a blistering combo of fury.

Drystan Creed

 

[Darth Virelia]

"Begin Again."

Tags - Brent Warnel (OOC: SORRY I GOT AN EAR INFECTION!)

The first shot cracked the air like a whiplash god. Virelia's six violet eyes tilted a fraction—enough. Pressure bent, her cape's hidden tendrils snapped rigid, and the Verpine slug hammered a synthweave rib that wasn't there a heartbeat before. Stone behind her exploded into a spray of pale teeth. The second round came on its twin's wake; she was already moving, a clean subtraction from its line, boots whispering over scorched steps.

"Hold," she said, velvet through the vox. Her troopers froze on instinct. "The gold-and-green. He is mine."

Another shatter-rap. She showed him the courtesy of attention. The slug stitched sparks along a pauldron edge and died shrieking across blackened phrik. He had chosen his nest well: good angles, good discipline, no wasted fury. Respect warmed her like a remembered taste.

"Brent." She spoke his name as if it were a private coin passed between them. "I put you in Mandalorian soil with my own hands."

She remembered the weight of him. The quiet. The way the red dirt clung to the gloves as if it had a claim. She had laid his blade on the cairn and said nothing theatrical—only the truth warriors understand. Nu kyr'adyc, shi taab'echaaj'la. Not dead, merely marching far away.

He had marched very far, it seemed.

A fourth shot; the muzzle flash flared between ribbed housings and smoke. She caught the vector in the half-breath before sound and rolled into it, cape lashing to bait his lead. The slug took the decoy and howled past. Virelia rose from the motion like a blade unsheathed, the crystalline node at her sternum pulsing a single violet beat.

"Call off your rifles," she told her line, never looking back. "If he falls, it will not be to a stray devotion."

She let him see her come. Not reckless—inevitable. Buildings threw their shadows across her armor; the six-eyed helm returned them without an expression he could read. The BWE Fighting Claws slid from her gauntlets with a purr that was almost a promise, vibro-edges waking to a hungry hum.

A micro-gesture and the stair's broken baluster tore free; Verpine thunder answered. She flicked the stone in the round's path and watched physics change its mind. Chips stung her hood; she smiled behind the mirror.

"You died well on Brosi," she said as she closed. "I honored you on with death. Now you stand in my way looking like a tale told to test a child's faith."

A wrist-twist—gentle, absolute—and the Force reached out to his rifle the instant the trigger broke. The barrel jerked high; the slug burned a comet through useless sky. She didn't rip the weapon free. Courtesy mattered. Questions mattered more.

"How?" Soft, intimate, respectful as a blade's kiss. "Who returned you to debt you had already paid?"

He answered with motion, as proper men do. Gauntlets lit, jets flared; his beskar made a comet of its own. Virelia's claws crossed, welcoming. She pivoted beneath his line, one talon tracing the edge of a vambrace, not yet cleaving—marking. Testing.

"Very well," she purred. "Truth, then trial."

Around them, the Temple burned and the galaxy rehearsed its favorite ending. She set her feet in the ash and offered him something rare: a clean fight and a listening ear—until one of them earned the last word.

 

[Koda Fett]

"That's new," he commented, seeing bright threads of the Force weaved in real-time and sent careening towards his helmeted face. The visor was able to withstand bright, blinding flashes but a slew of bright lights were still difficult to see beyond. Not impossible to avoid, however, as he ducked beneath the initial wave.

Fett relied on intuition, sending more bolts down range in a burst of fire three shots at a time. It was a terrible weapon, able to slag and crumble the strongest of armours. A fountain made from old, weathered stone hardly stood much of a chance as each shot tore away at it, breaking it apart. If Auteme didn't act soon, there would be nowhere left to hide.

Though as he circled and neared Auteme's position, a glob of bright and blinding thread lashed out and latched onto him. A mistake for not allowing the distance, maybe pride fueled that one. "Gnh," Fett grunted with a jolt of his head as she stumbled back several paces.

By the time he ripped it from his face and was rid of it, Auteme had run off. She fled through the door and Koda was close on her tail. His stride was no more than a saunter, however.

"You disappeared," a searching gaze peered about in the lower levels of the temple, "The Empire bring you out of hiding? They're good at that, when it comes to you people."

Auteme

 

[Lirka Ka]

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.

 

[Morrow]

A pang of danger alerted Morrow to the incoming bombardment. Before he could react, Talin shoulder-checked him to the ground. A breath was forced from his lungs, resonating as a low grunt as he lost his footing. Rubble and dust poured from the ceiling less than a moment later, half-burying him. Morrow squeezed his eyes as the sting of dust reached them. After a few blinks to clear his vision, he realized Talin had disappeared somewhere behind a new mound of metal and stone... or perhaps under?

"Hey!? You okay!?" he shouted to Talin whilst looking around for the blaster he'd lost in the fall.

Scrambling several feet out from under the rubble to where the weapon had landed, he retrieved it and popped to his feet. Climbing up a short pile of severed construction, he gained a vantage point over the chaos. Spotting Vestra Tane from his flanking position, he pointed his scopeless SE-14r, thumb flicking the stun setting on before his index finger squeezed the trigger. He would have just killed her, but the bounty didn't specify dead or alive. He hadn't come all this way to risk the payout. If they wanted her dead, he'd take care of it later.

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.

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Talin Treicolt | Vestra Tane | Althea Voidwalker
License [x] | Bounty [x]​

 

[Jared Starchaser]

Only so much he could do against a cyborg, and he disliked it. What he was going to have to do was visit the Witches and see what they could provide to him in the way of extra weapons. Not like he was going to go Horizon Zero Dawn, but… maybe. With the Temple being razed, Jared had to work fast. If he could get his ships in the sky…

With the hail of fire, there was another rush of sound, one, two, three…

Looking up as the comm in his ear went off.

“Kattada Enclave. This is the Mon Cal Cruiser Oasis arriving on station. Deploying fighters, work us into the battle.” Came the bubbling voice of the Mon Calamari ship captain. There would be at least two corvettes, and Jared hoped one of the cloaked strike craft.

E-Wings and A-Wings would be being deployed.

The focus pulled away from his strike, it took Jared a moment to realize just how deep this cyborg was and how protected. A lightsaber with any focus should have slashed that… But he was used to going after beasts.

Seeing the other blaster, the reclaimed Jedi moved his saber to protect himself, the spray of cortosis catching on the blade but making marks into his skin. Pinpricks of blood accompanied the new silence as the blade extinguished.

“Feth.” He cursed under his breath. The foot to his chest threw him down, and he fell to his back, watching her move.

Reaching into the Force, he grabbed what he found, a coconut, and hurled it in a way to lead his target before pushing off the ground and maintaining pursuit.

"I'll be back." He called to Valery

Arris Windrun Kaila Irons
Valery Noble