Public Raid on Kattada

[Darth Virelia]

"Begin Again."

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

The violet eyes burned brighter as Brent surged at her, the roar of his jetpack like thunder in the throat of the Temple. She pivoted into him, claws singing, her cape lashing like living shadow—yet his strike slipped through, the vibrodagger kissing across the edge of her helm in a flash of sparks. The blow rattled down her frame, staggering her half a step.

Her head turned back toward him with terrible slowness. The mirrored mask showed nothing, but the hum of her crystalline core pulsed in time with her breath, deeper, harsher, like the heartbeat of a predator disturbed.

"You wear death well," she said softly, a low current in the chaos. "But you are still mine."

Her claws flexed, not striking this time, but circling him like a snare ready to tighten. The air thickened around her words, each syllable bending space as her hand extended with a dancer's precision.

The world seemed to shiver. Dust hung motionless. Fire slowed its crawl through shattered stone. Brent's charge would be dragged, weight catching at his limbs as if unseen chains wrapped him, each link forged of her will.

Virelia stepped forward, elegant, inevitable. "Now… tell me what gave you back to me."

 

[Lirka Ka]

Looming. Lumbering. Malicious intent in every step, Lirka was in her element. Hunting and imposing herself upon a creature she deemed lesser, reminding that which is made will always be mightier than that which is born. Of course, such bullying was so oft a single minded endeavor. She ran faster, mechanisms gave her stamina well beyond the meatier-persons of the Galaxy. The sort of hungering dread that allowed the Primordial Darkness to test her prey, and prove their worthiness to continue existing.

For her part, Alana Calloway was not too particularly bad at that part. Considering Lirka hadn’t had the chance to crush the Echani’s neck flat.

“I’d expect nothing less, rat.”

There was a certain glee in her words as she watched the missile careen past her; like that of a deranged teacher hoping to draw out Darkness-only-knew what. There were some things that were difficult variables to account for, paramount of those was the force. Most creatures in the Galaxy called upon it in some form or fashion, in contrast to the black void of Lirka’s own presence.

With a thunderous crash, the missile blasted into her. All of that forward momentum disrupted as the goliath went stumbling forward and landed with the sort of metallic thud that befitted a speeder crash more than a supposed-person. It was a good maneuver, the Once-Sephi could feel the spasm of mechanisms and flesh reeling from the blow.

Yet Lirka Ka was not so easily bested.

With a slow and humming whirr, the beast rose from the dust. Limbs twitched as Lirka’s ascend was done with careful precision as her systems readjusted to the blow.

Then it hit her, she knew where she had seen this rat before. A bemused hum came from her helmet, and she spoke with gleeful venom once more.

“Warrior Calloway. What a miserable sight you have become.”

Not every prospect bore fruit - and now Lirka had the chance to gleam at the Echani that proved that fact.

 

[Malyssa moddol]

I HEAR THIS VOICE KEEP ASKING ME
IS THIS MY BLOOD OR IS IT BLASPHEMY?

Malyssa moddol​

The stone groaned as Dima peeled herself from the rubble, dust cascading down her armor like falling ash. For a heartbeat she simply stood there, staring through her helm as her five eyes narrowed to sharp, glittering pinpricks. Then laughter. A bubbling, delighted chitter that echoed through the temple chamber, bouncing off the cracked pillars like the voice of something half-mad and wholly dangerous.

"Ohhh, finally!" she sang out, her voice lilting with unholy glee. "A godling with some fething nerve!"

Her claws sank into the fur mantle draped across her shoulders, and with ceremonial slowness she peeled it free, lifting it to one side like a matador teasing a beast. She let it dangle, then released it to the floor with a dismissive flick, as though shedding anything soft and mortal before the dance of divinity.

Her stance shifted, her body low, hook-taloned legs curling with serpentine promise. Behind her mask came the chant, low and reverent, drawn from scripture like a prayer before battle:

"From the great flame we were taken, embers that we are... And to the flame we shall return~"

She then lunged.

Her movements blurred, uncoiling with the violence of a spring wound too tight. That massive tail cut arcs through the air, smashing into stone, whipping forward in a strike meant to stagger and corral her foe. Her kicks came in spinning succession, brutal sweeps and pivots that fused predator's instinct with ritual choreography. Dust clouded, sparks shrieked from shattered stone, and through it all her five eyes tracked the Sith with obsessive hunger, each one watching from a different angle, seeking the opening that would split flesh from bone.

Still her upper arms hung idle, claws twitching like patient vultures. She would not waste them early. No, those would be the exclamation point to the sentence she was writing with every strike of her legs. A duel this rare, this perfect, demanded patience.

"You'll give me a story worth telling," Dima hissed between strikes, her words half-purr, half-growl. "Let's see if you're fire or only smoke!"

Malyssa smiled as dima rose from the rubble it wasn't going to be an easy fight and that got her blood pumping as she took a traditional echani fighting stance. Ready for dima to charge she read dimas movements through years of echani training and read her surface emotions dodging dimas tail through controlled bursts of force speed. And warriors grace he movements fluid and dance like as her zeltron pheromones filled the air between her and dima becoming stronger with every passing moment.

As dimas kicks came in Malyssa was getting amped up she was getting genuinely excited she was slightly losing herself in the combat the thrill of it the exctasy if combat. As she used a combination of force speed and enhance ability to dodge the onslaught of attacks her eyes locked with dimas and she gave the xeno a wink and smirk as she vanished suddenly dimas tail and legs hitting air as Malyssa appeared to dimas right. Mid swing as malyssa let an angered scream as she used force rage and enhance ability to deliver a blow that would give a rancor air time. Her arm hurt her fist hurt especially but she was taught to ignore pain.

She noticed a few scrapes and scratches nothing to serious across her body as she rushed back in swinging trying to put dima on the backfoot.

 

[Saram Kote]

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Tag(s): Drystan Creed | Wuxia Wukong | Feng Huang

Saram's Equipment

Armor Implant(s) Equipment Melee Sidearm(s) Rifle(s) Explosives Other Equipment Starship

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  • 'Ori'vuhyr'yaliyr'gam'-M
    
    • Equipment Mount: Empty.
    • Right Gauntlet and Vambrace: 'Rammikad b' Marev' Gauntlet and Vambrace
      
      • Dartcaster:
        
        • Electro Darts (1 loaded, 2 reserve)
      • Weapon Mounts:
        
        • Left:
          
          • TBP-01V Tractor-Pressor Beam Projector
        • Top:
          
          • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
            
            • Trat'aab Oya'karur-G-class Brilliant Glop Micro-missile (4)
            • Striilir'ika-M Brilliant Micro-Missile (Baradium) (4)
        • Right:
          
          • PC-05V Plasma Caster
            
            • Plasma Gas Medium Cannister (1)
    • Left Gauntlet and Vambrace: 'Verd b' Surhaai' Gauntlet and Vambrace
      
      • Weapon Mounts:
        
        • Left:
          
          • NML-02VTB Nano missile Launcher
        • Top:
          
          • MML-01V Miniaturized Missile Launcher
            
            • Trat'aab Oya'karur-G-class Brilliant Glop Micro-missile (4)
            • Striilir'ika-M Brilliant Micro-Missile (Baradium) (4)
        • Right:
          
          • PC-05V Plasma Caster
            
            • Plasma Gas Medium Cannister (1)
        • Utility Belt Loadout:
          
          • Hardcase Spring-loaded Ammunition Pouches
          • Hardcase Spring-loaded Grenade Pouches
          • Hardcase Large Satchel
          • Softcase Large Storage Pouches (dump pouch)
          • Magnetic Clamp
        • Load-bearing Rig Loadout:
          
          • Hardcase Spring-loaded Ammunition Pouches
          • Hardcase Spring-loaded Grenade Pouches
          • Central Secondary High Capacity Rylith Power Cell
          • Medium and Large Gription Panels
        • Holster Setup:
          
          • 1x chest-rig mounted
          • 2x belt-mounted
          • 1x thigh mounted (dominant hand side)
• 
  
  • 'Rammikad' Enhancement Package
  • 'Gar Tkiriyr' Neural Interface
• 
  
  • 'Shushai Rugam' Sensor Sphere (2)
• 
  
  • B-02 Beskad
  • K-03 Kal (2)
• 
  
  • LRH-5A Verpine Shatter Pistol
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-4x Short Range Optic
    • 'Drala Sur'haai' Targeting Laser/Illuminator
    • Ammunition:
      
      • GVSR-APH Guided AP Magazine (1 loaded, 2 spare)
      • GVSR-EH Guided Electro-stun Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-TDH Guided Tracker Dust Magazine (1)
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  • BR-6B Verpine Shatter Battle Rifle
    
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-12x Medium Range Optic
    • 'Drala Sur'haai' Targeting Laser/Illuminator
    • UGL-02 Underbarrel Grenade Launcher
      
      • Ammunition:
        
        • BG-02 Baradium Grenade (1 in the chanmber, 2 in the tube)
        • PG-02 Incendiary Plasma Grenade (3)
    • Ammunition:
      
      • GVSR-SBR Guided SLAP Magazine (1 loaded, 2 spare)
      • GVSR-FBR Guided Flechette Magazine (3)
      • GVSR-VSBR Guided Voidstone Sabot Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-VFBR Guided Voidstone Flechette Magazine (1)
  • AMR-4M Verpine Shatter Anti-Materiel Rifle
    
    • 'Kyrayc Sur'haai'-M 1-250x Extreme Range Optic
    • Ammunition1
      
      • GVSR-EAMR Guided Electro-stun Magazine (1 loaded, 1 spare)
      • GVSR-HEIAPAMR Guided HEIAP Magazine (2)
      • GVSR-FAMR Guided Flechette Magazine (2)
      • GVSR-S-BAMR Guided APFSDS-B Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-VSAMR Guided Voidstone Sabot Magazine (1)
      • GVSR-VFAMR Guided Voidstone Flechette Magazine (1)
• 
  
  • TWT-01 Thermal Well Tape (1 roll)
  • PD/AM-01 Pursuit Denial/Anti-personnel Mines (2)
  • NGG-02 Nagnol Gas Grenade (2)
  • AWCGG-02 Anti-Energy Weapon Countermeasure Gas Grenade(2)
  • BG-02 Baradium Grenade (1)
  • PG-02 Incendiary Plasma Grenade (1)
  • VSGG-02 Void Stone Glop Grenade (1)
  • EG-02 Electronet Grenade (3)
• 
  
  • 'Mircit' Restraint Harnes w/ 'Ysalamiri Birikad' Nutrient Frame (the latter is stored on the ship)
• 
  
  • LES-02 Tra Oya'karur-class Light Enforcement Ship

This post is made in accordance with the bounty hunter's code.

Bounty for Drystan Creed

Saram was not one would call short on credits by any means. but the extra credits never hurt and she did enjoy the thrill of the hunt when she did have time off from her actual job. She had bought one of the company's Light Enforcement Ships the moment that they'd come out for just such a circumstance. The LES was more of a heavy fighter with a prisoner transport pod than anything else. She was no expert pilot by any means, but she was no slouch either, and with so much firepower at her disposal, she didn't really need to be for most resistance she might run into.

Approaching Kattada was a little tricky, but her ship had a very small sensor profile, which amidst all the chaos and some tricky piloting aided by the ship's 'Manda' battlenet module's predictive algorithms, she was able to find somewhere to set down near enough to and easy enough to reach from the Jetiitemple itself. Perhaps she should have felt some manner of pity for the Jetii, but she really just didn't. It was hard for her to care when they were just so shabla condescending and arrogant on a good day. Most force users were, but when they didn't even try to be shabla different, it was really shabla hard to care.

Saram made her way toward the temple, her armor's active camouflage bending light, sound and electromagnetic waves around her equipment and herself. Out of sight. The hangar was her chosen approach, either the main or secondary entrances was a ill-advised choice simply because of how much attention would be on them given the ongoing attack. She brought her rifle up, smart linking her optic to her HUD, essentially turning it into a sensor wand. As she looked over the hangar, she'd have to be blind not to have noticed the fight.

She blinked a few times, not believing what she was seeing, but also to refresh her sensor feeds. Was that her target, dueling what appeared to be two Jetii, right in the hangar bay? Was she just that shabla lucky. It can't have been a shabla trap, those two were Jetii and on a good day they were ready to bikadinir any dar'jetii they came across. Rangir, he was right there, and if the Jetii were going to be a problem, then to haran with them.

Saram locked Drystan Creed with a blink click, she pulled the trigger twice, sending two massive caliber guided electro-stun rounds at his back. His armor would likely greatly decrease their effectiveness if not nullify them altogether, but it would give the two Jetii a window to get the haran out of there if they weren't involved. The stun rounds were far from her only means, electronet grenades, glop micromissiles and a voidstone glop grenade. If the contract hadn't specificied 'uninjured and unspoiled' she might have resorted to slightly less conciliatory measures. Oh well, that was what bacta was for after all. For his sake, she hoped that he didn't prove to be so uncooperative.

 

[Talin Treicolt]

Bounty Hunter License
Seeking Bounties on: Vestra Tane
Toggle on: Verified
UH OH: Vestra Tane | Owe ya a drink later: Althea Voidwalker | Huntin' Buddy: Morrow
KATTADA TEMPLE INTERIOR - HALLWAYS

"Hey!? You okay!?"

"Uh - yeah!" A shout distantly confirmed. "Worry 'bout her!"

Wedged between a rock and what was left of a wall, Talin took a moment to assess her wound. It hurt like a mother - but nothin' too bad, from the looks of it. One hand unceremoniously ripped the shard of metal from her thigh, forcin' an involuntary hiss. Then both palms moved to press against the piece of rubble that had stone that had come down in front'a her. Far too big to move by hand. Then, like the force itself was listenin' to her prayers, it went flyin' towards the direction of the blue-haired girl to make some kinda bunker. Wasn't that dandy.

Surgin' forward, the blonde moved to round up their front, though slowed by the injury. By the time she had full visiblity, the other Jedi had declared herself an ally, and Morrow had... well, not brought Vestra down, but certainly done somethin' to her. The screams were wild, sending the floor and rubble shifting with vibrations - but Talin wasn't about to lose the openin'.

"Watch it!" Talin warned Morrow and their newfound ally, wantin' to avoid catchin' a stray bolt.

With a hobbled bound and a leap, the bounty hunter landed atop a one of the boulders shieldin' the target from their view - then that boulder bounced with the force of one of the Sith's punches, and Talin went slidin' ungracefully right on down into Vestra's personal space, losin' her saber in the process.

 

[Arris Windrun]

Jared Starchaser

Arris's danger sense kicked into gear again. She turned around with a spinkick at the flying debris. It crunched loudly against her metal leg, denting and cracking the armored casing as the debris shattered against it - sending pieces right back at him.

The Jedi was going to need to step it up if he wanted to get a hand over the Kaggath's third-place finalist. Between the Emperor's Hand, the brute Mercy , and Drystan Creed - who she even heard tagged along on this one - Arris had a knack for fighting force users to the death for fun.

She rolled after her kick and spun back into a run. The sound of nearby fighting had drawn her this whole damn way since entering the temple. Surely, at least one of them had to be an ally... or at least someone who wanted to hurt the Jedi more. Arris turned the corner and--

--What the!

Cyber legs slid to a halt as she scanned the immediate situation with eyes and co-processor both.

Chit!

Vestra Tane was fighting Althea Voidwalker while Morrow and Talin Treicolt seemed poised to take the Sith down as well.

How did this total amateur or brave fool get herself wrapped up in such uneven odds? Whatever twinge of frustration Arris felt was quickly replaced by the surge of stimulants and hormones that flooded her system. She would need everything if she were to rise to the challenge. Her co-processor overclocked the cardio system so it wouldn't hold back, a necessary measure to tolerate the toxic build-up of chemicals and limit-breaking both.

Arris had a total of five rounds left in her weapon - four krayt's breath shells and a single slug - and would display a new trick she practiced after getting some lessons from Darth Adekos himself.

She drew the gun and moved it in a wide arc from one enemy to the next. The Force possessed her cybernetic arm, rapidly pulling the trigger and arcing faster than otherwise possible, as she fired those red-hot globules, and one slug, vaguely at those in the room. She couldn't spare Vestra with any accuracy, not as the force of her arc caused the napalm-like gel to stretch and spread across her firing arc, like an armor-melting net.

It better have been worth it because the sheer force of the movement caused her arm to audibly snap at the joints, destroying a whole mess of internal components necessary for operation.... yeah, it hung loosely at her side now, with the gun held tightly by a hand that'd no longer open. Worse than that, it also tore the reinforced muscle along her shoulder.

"Oh, fuuuck!" She laughed like she was a little too unwell.

However, she didn't have time to focus on her results and quickly turned around to spy where she anticipated Jared's arrival.

 

[Hasuras Na-Gerra]

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.

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.

The finishing blow meant for the terrapin’s exposed back never landed as a waveform rippled out in the Force from the older Jedi, strong as a mighty ocean rip curl. Gerra took a step backward, throwing up his off hand to clutch at his helmet as the rippling blast disoriented him.

Beneath this assault, he could not focus enough to conjure up the complexities of a Sith spell. The shelled one, crawling away, would be on his feet in a mere moment.

Gerra had to rely on his most innate of abilities. Drawing on the alchemical and imbued hammer in his hand for strength, he half-turned and spied a keystone in the ceiling at the far door that his craftsman’s eyes had noted on first entering. He pointed with his hammer and snarled, “Silence.”

A simple, brute technique, for those who could see. The Force power poured into the keystone’s fault lines. Stonework detonated. The ceiling rumbled and began to collapse.

Jend-Ro Quill Vodet

 

[Darth Hydra]

Hydra grunted in annoyances as he was shoulder charged. It was a desperate move, he should have been prepared for instead of absorbing the blow and rocking back on his heels he was caught off balance. Just as his trike would have pierced the padawan through. Hydra grunted in annoyance more with himself then the padawan. He had gotten too eager for the kill and ignored his footing. An amateur mistake. One the should have gotten him killed with the follow up strike the padawan delivered. Fortunately it was sloppy and Hydra managed to deflect it.

Unfortunately his plan to distant the master from the fight and take out the padawan had failed, and now the master was coming at his back while his blade was engaged by the padawan. Hydra felt the urge to bring down the other end of his lightsaber and end the padawan. Victory even in the moment of death. Hydra could hardly imagine a better death for himself. Yet no. That was the easy way out. No true victory.

Hydra grunted and sighed. He twisted his lightsaber twice in two sharp movements. Detaching the end that wasn't blocking the padawans blow. Hydra pivoted his feet. Bringing the now separate lightsaber ends into a Jar'kai grip. One to fight the master one the apprentice.

Hydra held the pose for a moment, him in Jar'Kai position holding both master and padawan at bay. It must have been quite the sight. It was this moment right here that Hydra lived for. Dueling Jedi. Outnumbered but not out matched. If he should fall so be it. There was no victory if there was no challenge. If ones life was not at risk then there was no true reward.

Hmm I wish I could capture this moment so that I can do a portrait of it. Alas perhaps when I get back to the academy. Once I've dealt with these two.

Acier Moonbound Aris Noble

 

[Alana Calloway]

Looming. Lumbering. Malicious intent in every step, Lirka was in her element. Hunting and imposing herself upon a creature she deemed lesser, reminding that which is made will always be mightier than that which is born. Of course, such bullying was so oft a single minded endeavor. She ran faster, mechanisms gave her stamina well beyond the meatier-persons of the Galaxy. The sort of hungering dread that allowed the Primordial Darkness to test her prey, and prove their worthiness to continue existing.

For her part, Alana Calloway was not too particularly bad at that part. Considering Lirka hadn’t had the chance to crush the Echani’s neck flat.

“I’d expect nothing less, rat.”

There was a certain glee in her words as she watched the missile careen past her; like that of a deranged teacher hoping to draw out Darkness-only-knew what. There were some things that were difficult variables to account for, paramount of those was the force. Most creatures in the Galaxy called upon it in some form or fashion, in contrast to the black void of Lirka’s own presence.

With a thunderous crash, the missile blasted into her. All of that forward momentum disrupted as the goliath went stumbling forward and landed with the sort of metallic thud that befitted a speeder crash more than a supposed-person. It was a good maneuver, the Once-Sephi could feel the spasm of mechanisms and flesh reeling from the blow.

Yet Lirka Ka was not so easily bested.

With a slow and humming whirr, the beast rose from the dust. Limbs twitched as Lirka’s ascend was done with careful precision as her systems readjusted to the blow.

Then it hit her, she knew where she had seen this rat before. A bemused hum came from her helmet, and she spoke with gleeful venom once more.

“Warrior Calloway. What a miserable sight you have become.”

Not every prospect bore fruit - and now Lirka had the chance to gleam at the Echani that proved that fact.

Tags: Lirka Ka
Gear: In Bio

Alana flexed her wrist, hissing through her teeth as the sore joint protested. The rocket had done its job, sure, but the recoil never felt great on her wrist. She rolled it once, slow, before setting her stance again. The bay shuddered, but the thick duracrete flooring hadn't buckled yet. Least she had scored that hit. Though it wasn't going to be enough for Lirka.

Her pistol hung loose at her side now, her intentions focused instead for the vibrosword sliding along the floor sharp hum. The blade caught the flickering emergency lights, its edge quivering faintly, eager for blood or metal. Alana's white hair clung to her face, damp with sweat, her red eyes locked on the towering frame forcing itself upright through the smoke.

"You still stuck thinking that Lirka?" She muttered, voice low, iron-rough. "Then you'd better pray you're quick enough to crush me. 'Cause this rat's just got first blood on you."

She shifted her grip, two hands steadying the sword despite the ache in her wrist. Every nerve in her body screamed to move, to flee, but she planted herself instead. Lirka had kicked her ass rather handily back in the day, but that was her at her lowest. Now, she was something else.

"You talk like you're the measure of strength in this Galaxy," Alana called out, louder now, voice echoing in garage. "But I know the truth. You bite off more than you can chew, all the damn time. I know you don't stand a chance if you step outside your fancy dress."

She spat to the side, brushing her fingers against her lips. She was so used to busting her lip in times like this. Her stance lowered, sword pointed forward, her expression somewhere between defiance and exhaustion.

"Come on, Lirka. You got a face for transmissions and a voice only the deaf can love."

She moved to engage with the monstrosity before her, it was the only advantage she was going to get out of this exchange now.

 

[Jared Starchaser]

The goal here was to keep moving. Keep himself alive. If he could out maneuver the cyborg he had a chance to survive. He knew his teammate was out there, Valery, fighting her own battle. He had this one though. This was his planet, after all. His father wanted him and Vodet to take charge of this enclave one day. Two vantage points, and two approaches. He could provide that.

Barrier was his specialty, the one skill he knew that was his own. As parts came back to him from the debris he threw, the Jedi put his hands up, a barrier, unseen to most, glowing with a soft gold to the ones who had the visions for the Force. Extinguishing his blade, he nodded.

Time for a chase. Normally he was the mouse in this. All his ships showed that.

Into the next room, he saw his quarry firing at random. What was going on here, how did this happen? They’d need to up security. He was entering a form zero. Too many people here could be defenseless if he came in with his unpolished approach.

Calling on the Force, he did his best to wrap Arris in a barrier, so none of her shots left, and most could ricochet backwards.

Arris Windrun

 

[Vodet]

The use of wild Force skills at Kattada was not a foreign concept. The Jedi who came here were explorers, traveling the galaxy and learning from any group that would teach them. Vodet tried to not be surprised when certain powers were used, by different groups. He was fairly certain Jend-Ro didn’t have any Selkath in him.

But if he was learned in that skill? He must have impressed someone.

Eyes back to the Sith at hand… He wasn’t quite certain that this foe was pure Sith, but something more, something other. Still, the way they moved the Force, it was dark side, it was fire, it was harsh.

And he was seeing what was going on, hearing the sounds.

“To me!” He called over to Jend-Ro. A pendant around his neck glowing golden as Vodet threw his hands up, moving them in an arc. Around him and the room was a honeycombed barrier, holding up the structure that was meant to come down. Go figure, a cryptodira using a shell to protect himself and others.

The strain was building in Vodet but he held firm.

Jend-Ro Quill Hasuras Na-Gerra

 

[Acier Moonbound]

Location: Kattada - Jedi Enclave

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

The shoulder check had landed and the Sith rocked back on his heels, thrown off-balance. It wasn't clean, but it worked. Proof that instincts counted. Proof that he could make even a Sith stumble.​

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The moment of pride was short-lived. Crimson light split in two as the Feeorin twisted his weapon apart, the twin blades catching fire in each hand. Jar'kai. Another form of lightsaber combat that Pisti had drilled into him. Ace's heart thudded faster, not with fear but with that reckless spark in his blood.​

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He slid his lead foot forward, lightsaber angled high, then snapped into motion. A hard slash drove at the Sith's left-hand blade, not to break through but to pin it just long enough for Aris to follow-up. He rolled the momentum down into a low cut at his opponent's hip, leaving himself open on the rebound, but he didn't care. He knew Aris would be there, blade ready to catch what he couldn't.​

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If the Sith wanted two opponents, Ace was going to make damn sure he had no room to breathe.​

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Aris Noble | Darth Hydra​

 

[Aris Noble]

Every strike cleared Aris's foggy mind. The pain was quick to recede, the dull aches in his muscles faded. He was recovering much faster than any normally would, but it wasn't going to be enough to bring down the Sith before them. He was too skilled, and already learning how to fight against both Aris and Acier.

"Acier."

The moment came as Acier tried to lock up the Sith. He'd know what was about to come next, Aris had just shown him in their spar, and all it took was a single forceful step. Monstrous strength. The ground the trio stood on splintered and cracked, erupting with the sheer force of Aris's stomp, all to upset the Sith's footing.

The same couldn't be said for Aris himself, though. The stomp was just part of his next strike, heavily planted in the ground to steady himself in the chaos of the shattered earth as he brought his blade straight down.

Acier Moonbound | Darth Hydra

 

[Jend-Ro Quill]

Stonework detonated. The ceiling rumbled and began to collapse.

“To me!” He called over to Jend-Ro. A pendant around his neck glowing golden as Vodet threw his hands up, moving them in an arc. Around him and the room was a honeycombed barrier, holding up the structure that was meant to come down. Go figure, a cryptodira using a shell to protect himself and others.

The strain was building in Vodet but he held firm.

The situation was absolutely unsustainable. A reasonably likely future came to mind where the vault door broke and Gerra strode through to claim whatever holocrons lay inside.

There was a reliable way to deny him that. It was a bad way for bad situations. It took Quill back half a century just to think of it. He rejected the idea and focused on maximizing the odds that he and Vodet would survive — and that he could go to his son, if Tilon needed help.

It was a day of too many priorities. Winning didn't rank highly.

He'd spent a lot of time with Elom elders, cave-dwellers. A thunk of his foot gave a quick sense of what lay below: not a cavernous space, but a space, maybe a service corridor or utility sublevel. Under shelter of Vodet's shield, he began cutting a hole in the floor.

 

[Althea Voidwalker]

|| Objective: Defend the Enclave ||
|| Equipment: Blaster | Slug Pistol | Vibroblade | Clothing | Boots | Holsters ||
|| Tags: Vestra Tane | Morrow | Talin Treicolt (I owe you a Lightsaber) | Arris Windrun | Jared Starchaser ||
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After getting behind the cover, A feminine voice broke out. Stating to watch out what was going on. Likely to the person who had sent blaster bolts towards our direction. However, in that same time period, A screaming and shouting with smashes induced by the force were pounding into the ground. The vibrations at my feet confirmed as such. Likely one of the bolts had slammed into the Sith. So they were either in pain, or just upset.

I was leaning more towards the upset with how much rage I could feel. An anger and wrath that was clearly not coming from the two new people. Either way, I looked up over the barricade I had made to protect myself a moment ago, to see who gave that voice of watch out. She leapt up to chase after the Sith. And I followed.

Augmenting my speed to increase my own pace and jump height, I landed where she had been a moment before. However now, she slipped from the vibrations of the miniature earthquakes. Another punch was going to land in less than a second. Clearly, these two were trying their best to close the gap and take in this Sith alive. As whatever had struck the Sith earlier, didn't seem to do much to stop her. Just prohibit her further movement. The Blonde dropped their weapon and fell into the pit. Landing close to the Sith. Which was a very bad spot to be in the moment.

I had to close the distance fast without getting interrupted by the quakes. And needed a weapon that could stun or bring a stop to this. Guns would not do. Leaping through the air, My hand reached out and called the lightsaber that the Blonde had dropped. Flashing to life in my hands as I came down upon her. Bringing the blade to try and remove the metal arm that was pounding within the ground. The purpose was to remove her ability to continue this onslaught of quakes. So maybe these other two could close the gap and take her in.

 

[Valery Noble]

Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

The second blade snapped back into Valery's palm with a sharp pull through the Force, its violet glow cutting through the haze as she rose to her full height. Her gaze locked on the Sith, orange eyes narrowing as she noted the smoke, the weakened arm, the hydraulic fluid mixing with blood.

"You cannot win," Valery said firmly, both sabers humming at her sides. "You let your guard down, and now it is too late to turn this around. Surrender while you still can. You would be wise to do so."

She held her ground in silence and with strength, while the storm of the battlefield raged on around them. She knew the answer before it came, of course. A Sith Lord of her caliber would not simply surrender, but she offered it all the same.

Then, with a burst of speed, Valery launched forward. The ground split beneath her boots as she drove herself at her foe like a lightning bolt, both sabers crossing down into the guard. He first strike came crashing down with immense weight, and strength pressed through the weapons to hammer into Kaila's defenses.

She knew the woman was wounded, and she pressed harder, hoping the storm of her offense would exploit that weakness and help her break through.

Kaila Irons ​

 

[Hasuras Na-Gerra]

Under shelter of Vodet's shield, he began cutting a hole in the floor.

The Jedi sought to flee. Gerra did not pursue.

As the ceiling rumbled and came crashing down, Gerra took a step backward toward the hole they had already blown into the room.

Pulverized debris dust swirled in the air and obscured Gerra’s vision. When the dust settled, what had once been a room was no more than a pile of collapsed rubble, obstructing his path.

For now.

He could sense his shield buried on the other side of the mess. It served as a beacon.

Stepping forward, Gerra began wielding his hammer in the manner it was originally meant. His farsighted gaze detected a path through the debris. He tapped the hammer against an enormous chunk of permacrete and the chunk disintegrated, crumbling into powder.

Gerra continued in this manner, hammering his way toward the other side in a way that did not disturb the rubble above, clearing him a path forward.

His injured arm and hip needed attention, but the day was not yet through. He pressed on, toward his shield and the vault beyond.

Vodet Jend-Ro Quill

 

[Darth Hydra]

Hydra rolled his left hand wrist ever so slightly adapting Makashi style Jar'Kai. Makashi was a style designed for lightsaber combat, one handed. Traditionally to use the force in the off hand but it could be applied to Jar'Kai quite well as most famously demonstrated by Darth Tyrannus's own apprentice Asajj Ventress. Though Hydra would consider himself a more refined opponent then Asajj had been. Hydra's own implementation was as if he were fighting Makashi one handed. In each hand.

It was a complex maneuver, the split focus, the split concentration, being aware of both opponents blades even as one was aware of ones own two blades. When the padawan left him open for the retaliatory strike, Hydra declined to take the opportunity. He had learned even in their brief encounter not to underestimate the padawan. He wasn't the kind to rush in leave an obvious weak point in his stance without cause.

Hydra's weariness was rewarded. The Master acted sending a shock through the ground. Hydra stumbled, grunted and with a flourish of Makashi disengaged with both Jedi, harnessing the force into a black flip, landing on steadier ground.

Rising from his kneeling crouch, Hydra brought his lightsabers in a crossguard salute under his chin.

A contest of blades is... inconclusive. A different strategy is required.

Hydra deactivated his lightsabers and started to send Force Blasts in a series of punches and kicks running through a hand to hand combat kata with each blast.

Acier Moonbound Aris Noble

 

[Auteme]

Not quick enough -- her weaving went slack as she was flushed out by Fett. The whipcord sparked against the simulator she dove behind to avoid it, into a roll to keep the thing at least somewhat between her and the bounty hunter. The distance wouldn't last much longer. Only two options: fight or die. No real choice.

She tore off her poncho and threw it at Fett. Normally a garment like that would simply flutter and fall, but she'd woven it, too; instead it hovered, interposing itself between her and the hunter -- it'd take a half-dozen blaster bolts at least to pierce it, maybe more if the angle was good. She bought enough time to counterattack: a wild salvo of a dozen Force-threads sprung from her hands, arcing around the cover she'd taken and made. They held little artistry; they were raw, still half-glowing and ethereal, but had the weight of a good right hook as they swung around to strike and ensnare.

Fett, of course, would be too quick for that -- but she needed to do something. A harder target, maybe, but perhaps more valuable: the threads swung to clog the exhausts of his jetpack, attempting to ground him.

Koda Fett ​

 

[Acier Moonbound]

Location: Kattada - Jedi Enclave

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

Ace had trusted Aris, and it paid off. The stomp shook the ground, splintering stone and sending the Feeorin stumbling. For just a moment, the Sith Lord looked almost mortal, forced to disengage and flip back through the haze. Ace's breath hitched as he pressed forward, ready to chase, ready to finish it.

Then the red blades went dark. Ace froze, lightsaber humming in his grip. Tic gave a nervous, stuttering chirp from his back, photoreceptor flickering. What followed were blasts of invisible force hammered the air like shockwaves from each strike of his kata.

The first caught Ace square in the chest, knocking the wind from his lungs and sending him sliding through broken stone. He gasped, scrambling to his knees, trying to lift his blade... but another slammed into him before he could rise, tossing him sideways into the rubble.

There was no parry for this. No footwork, no shoulder check, no desperate slash to even the odds. He'd learned the basics of the Force, enough to sense, enough to push, enough to keep himself alive. But against this? Against a master who could weaponize every breath, every motion into a blast of raw power? He didn't have an answer.

Teeth gritted, he dragged himself upright again, lightsaber raised more out of defiance than control, chest heaving from the impact. He'd fight until he couldn't stand, but somewhere deep down, a hollow realization twisted in his gut.

Ace hoped that maybe Aris had something up his sleeve.

Aris Noble | Darth Hydra​