Regicide [SJO Dominion of Hapes]

[Asaraa Vaashe]

Location: Hapes
Objective: 3
Tagging: [member="Klesta"] | [member="Caedyn Arenais"] | [member="Ura Iolar"] | [member="Josh Dragonsflame"]

"Of course he has a dragon," A young Jedi's eyes twinkled with amusement as she twisted her head to smirk at her boyfriend, "I mean it's in his name, how could he not?"

To be completely honest the girl had had a similiar reaction when she had first seen teh dragon josh had raised, thankfully that prior experience had been enough for her to if not expect Josh's arrival not be completely shocked by it. Her old master did love to make an entrance and if there was one thing that he was good at it was attracting attention anywhere he went.

"At the least, he should distract them for long enough for us to get down there right?"

The girl waited, watching as the rest of her comrades rushing towards the Weapon's Depot, waiting a heartbeat before following, gathering the force around her as she looseed it in a burst that carried her up over the fence, the force slowling her desecent as she slid into cover besides Caedyn. "You now, you always take me to all the nicest places." The knight drew both of her lightsabers, holding them by her side as an amused smile touched her lips as she glanced over at the others. "One person go for the door, the rest of us can give you cover."

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

Location: Hapes.​

Objective Three: Those Monsters.​

Inventory: Jedi Armor | Bo Staff | Lightsaber.​

Company: [member="Asaraa Vaashe"], [member="Ura Iolar"], [member="Klesta"] & [member="Josh Dragonsflame"].​

​

​

​

Caedyn snickered under his breath as [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] remarked on their frequent travelling choices. Frankly, had it not been for her, he might never have found his way in with the Order of the Silver Jedi, so in a sense, she only had herself to blame. "What can I say, perks of the job right?" He grinned back at his Girlfriend teasingly, "Thought you'd be used to it by now...-But if it makes you feel any better, I did buy us a House, right?" he smirked further, assuming that the lavish residence they shared now aboard the mobile Space-Station, sugar-coated the somewhat unusual circumstance of their life and relationship within the Silver Jedi's line of work.

"Utinni! This got to be hazardous conditions to store weapons, and hostages, in! ​

The ceiling looks unstable, the floor is pretty shaky, this place is about to crumble! ​

Evacuate and get the hostages to safety!".​

Turning his eyes to the sky, Caedyn looked for Master Dragonsflame again. He'd never actually seen a Dragon before, though apparently his Mom had one once as well. How did one go about even finding such creatures. Ashla was more than enough for him, personally. In any case, [member="Klesta"] had a point, the facility looked like it'd be easily compromised with enough force, and they still had those kids to get clear. "Here's hoping he don't bring the roof down atop our heads, eh!" Caedyn exclaimed before taking it upon himself to leap up and across the cover they'd been hiding behind, dashing across the courtyard with his lightsaber flaring into ignition as he made his way to the closest door, a hail of blaster-fire coming down around him.

With Asaraa and the others giving him cover, he didn't stop or slow down any just to get shot in his tracks. Caedyn carried himself and all his weight to slam directly against the outside of the entrance, the door being forced abruptly open with a loud bang. Upon entering, the flare of a red blade ignited before him. One of the remnant Sith, an Acolyte in training though Caedyn couldn't know this, the two lightsabers clashed against one another as Caedyn was forced to take the foe head on. The Sith weren't known for their mercies, or their holding back, especially when engaging Jedi. Sweeping his lightsaber around in a horizontal slash as he stepped passed the Acolyte, Caedyn's blade cut through the Darksider in a moment of intensity, seconds before the other had been about to retaliate.

"We're in!" Caedyn exclaimed across the comm's, his breathing staggered, not having expected the run in with another duelist so suddenly. Most cases, these were met with Blaster wielding criminal types. The Sith on the other hand, were something entirely else!

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Objective: 3
Allies:[member="Asaraa Vaashe"] - [member="Ura Iolar"] - [member="Klesta"] - [member="Caedyn Arenais"] - [member="Anora Vahn"]

Josh’s plan was simple. If they had taken the kids hostage instead of killing them, they saw value in them. They would not kill them at the first sign if trouble. Furthermore an ambush would be useless if they couldn’t find who they were ambushing. Which meant someone had to draw them out. And if Josh took the initiative alone… It would color their enemy’s idea of what to expect and be open to the real ambush.

All while they were distracted by the big lizard that had just swooped over their heads, purposely drawing close — and drawing fire. Once the signal that was given that his allies were in and had begun their ambush, Josh knew that it was time to start cleaning house. He had already done his best to try and sense what life was around him, and he was able to differentiate the children from the adults and Sith at least. The kids were inside. Which meant that as far as the defenses outside...

"Jongori? Let's do a bit of re-decorating."

That was all the dragon needed to hear before he finally returned fire, launching a fireball at one of the defensive shields around the building, which was promptly blown sky high. The commotion had drawn more of their forces outside, mistaking the dragon for the main brunt and biggest threat. Something that would make things easier for his team, so long as Josh continued to hold out and make their day even worse.

Sensing a powerful dark side aura approaching though, Josh knew that he had done one thing -- shortly after Jongori had unleashed a torrent of flames on their opponents below in order to continue to return fire. His distraction had paid off, and brought one of their more powerful One Sith Remnants out into the open, and away from the team heading to rescue the kids...

... And Josh now had to deal with it alone.

Jongori suddenly stopped in the air, being held by some kind of force. The dragon was then hurled into the side of the building, taking his rider with him. As Jongori plummeted, Josh struggled to regain control of the dragon, before managing to calm Jongori down and holding out a hand toward the ground. He was able to stop their descent at the last second, saving Jongori from the damage of the fall with telekinesis. Once Jongori had control again, Josh would release his hold and Jongori landed safely. With that, Josh dismounted and quickly drew his lightsaber, just in time to hold it in place to block a jolt of Force Lightning.

It seemed the One Sith Remnant's heavy tank had been sent to stop their own.

 

[Zef Halo]

Objective One: PALACE OF FATE
Location: PALACE COURTYARD
Tags: [member="Kenth Typho"], [member="Kale Seleare"], [member="Romi Jade"], [member="Kiegan Lysle"], [member="Nida Perl"], [member="Rupert Kingswood"], [member="Kahne Porte"], [member="Subject 73 Red"], [member="Mig Gred"], [member="Kiegan Lysle"]

"NO! Don't fire on the Crownsguard, Corporal." Amon replied to Kingswood over the comms as the man and his squad pressed further into the palace. Meanwhile Typho was busy having a conversation with the Crownsguard. Battered and beaten but still standing tall as much as they could.

Time was running out for all of them.

Especially when artillery started shelling the darn place. The contractor, Subject 73 Red, had been unfortunately at ground zero of the pounding. Amon had to deal with all of it.

"Red, we're all dead if you don't paint that artillery for our fighters. I am patching you to the airstrike team Force Echo." Amon replied over the comms before coldly ordering the man. "Target lock the artillery and call in the airstrike, soldier."

If Red would fail they would most likely be dead before they even reached Merci's chamber.

"Kingswood has secured the way further in." the lieutenant told Typho before turning to the Crownsguard. "Soldiers, you know this palace. Lead us to the chamber at once."

He was getting used to this ordering thing.

If they were to object it would only be at the cost of the life of their sovereign.

The Sith Assassins were already closer to the throne room than all of them here were.

"Corporal, beware of Sith Assassins. Tread carefully but decisively, soldier. Over."

 

[Subject 73 Red]

Objective: BYOO/1
Directives: Assist in Ground Operations in any way possible. Provide reinforcements where necessary. Help defend the palace from invaders.
Tags: @Amon Vizla , [member="Kenth Typho"] , [member="Kale Seleare"] , [member="Romi Jade"] , [member="Kiegan Lysle"] , [member="Nida Perl"] , [member="Rupert Kingswood"] , [member="Kahne Porte"] , [member="Mig Gred"]

Red frowned at the transmission he just recieved. He replied over the comms to Amon, "It won't be that easy sir, it's a killing field out there. There aren't many of our troops out there, and we're getting pounded out there. It's a madhouse out there."

Red paused, then said over the comms, "Consider it done. I'll get the job done."

Red then contacted airstrike team Force Echo.

"Force Echo, this is Agent Red, of the Silver Jedi. I'm down at the palace, and we're getting bombarded heavily by artillery. I'm going to need you to fire on their artillery position."

Red said, waited a bit, then,

"Copy that, Red. Paint the artillery coordinates, and we'll fire on them." A voice replied.

"Roger that, standby."

Red stood up. He was already good to go for battle. He no longer needed the crutch to walk.

Then, he opened the door and ran outside.

The battle was still going as how he left it. The artillery was still pounding the area, and both sides were still exchanging fire. The only change was that the Isolationists started entering the courtyard, despite the artillery fire.

Red shot down an Isolationist running across the courtyard nearby. Red ran across the battlefield towards the wall. Explosions rocked close by him. He shot down another Isolationist trying to rush him. Red reached a cover position where he could see over the wall. He pulled out some microbinoculars and examined where the artillery fire was coming from.

Far away, the artillery guns could be seen. Red clicked a button on the side of the macrobinoculars and uploaded the position to the airstrike team.

"Target painted!" Red yelled over the roar of the battle.

"Roger that. Their guns will be down momentarily."

Red then turned his attention to the Isolationists. He started firing at the ground troops. He took out a couple more moving for the palace. Red turned and shot one trying to rush him. Red then took down a few more.

Then, the artillery fire ceased. Red smiled beneath his helmet. The Isolationists looked confused. What had happened to their artillery? Then, Red pressed a button on his gauntlet. Then, his ship flew over head, and fired on the Isolationists.

The Isolationists stopped for a few solid seconds, surprised. Then, they realized that they had lost artillery support. They seemed terrified by that fact. Hmm, weird.

Then, all of a sudden, they started falling back. Red and the remaining troops started firing on the retreating Isolationists. They started running, and shoving each other out of the way to get back. Soon, the Isolationists had either fallen back or were dead. The Loyalists cheered, and the Rangers joined them. But the battle wasn't over yet. The Isolationists were only regrouping, and would be back soon.

Red pressed a button and his ship flew back out of range of the battle.

Red raised his comms, contacting the allied forces in the palace, but mainly [member="Amon Vizsla"].

"The Isolationist artillery is down. Repeat: the Isolationist artillery is down. The Isolationists have been pushed out of the southern courtyard. Reinforcements needed in southern courtyard to strengthen position. Where am I needed?"

 

[Romi Jade]

---

​

---

Location: Palace of Fate, Hapes​

Objective: Escort Johannes Inkari through secret passages​

Tags: [member="Nida Perl"] | [member="Amon Vizsla"] [member="Kenth Typho"] [member="Kale Seleare"] [member="Kiegan Lysle"] [member="Rupert Kingswood"] [member="Kahne Porte"] [member="Subject 73 Red"] [member="Mig Gred"]​

---

​

---

​

​

Prince Johannes Inkari​

Younger brother to Merci & Valara ​

​

​

"I don't think I've ever seen a secret passage with such well-stocked liquor cabinets." her shoulder pressed up against the protrusions along the passage siding. Something had suddenly set off her danger sense . . . and as she waited, she felt it again -- his voice cut in.

"There's some things you just don't skimp on. For me, that means good alcohol, and good blasters."

​

"How very princely of you...they go together so well." she shot back.

His towering frame stopped somewhere, she didn't need great eyesight or the Force to feel his presence there. He leaned into the stone, and leveraged his weight to get the exit open. What would live on the other side was stark contrast to what they'd just traversed through. Marble floors with glossy intricate patterns and pillars to add to the effect.

"It might take some effort to get to her, but I'd bet my shirt that Valara and her forces are near." he peaked around the corner before stepping through completely. Romi glanced over to Nida with a devious smirk, "I accept your bet actually." She glossed over her own comment before stepping pass.

"So all we have to do is cut our way through dozens of Sith Assassins and slap cuffs on your sister yeah?" She scanned both directions.

"Romi, I know this is a lot to ask of a Jedi but—"

"Trust me, my capacity for mayhem is undiminished." She interjected, "They're an easy bunch...only if you can see them coming." Her words trailed off after she gave him a hard look. "Nida, stay close to Johannes."

 

[Zak Dymo]

SILVER JEDI SHIP RELIANT​

MENTOR-CLASS BATTLECRUISER | INSIDE THE TRANSITORY MISTS​

The ship had been at action stations now for more than an hour.

The last twenty minutes of which, there had been no sign of the enemy star destroyer. The transitory mists surrounding the ship created all manner of false com-scan returns, making it impossible to use targeting computers or rely on subspace radio telemetry. At the same time, the nebulae gases were so obfuscating that visual contact was severely limited.

They were flying blind. But, then, so was the enemy.

Taking advantage of the brief respite, the old Jedi had made her way down from the bridge in order to inspect the damage to the ship. There were eight decks sealed off along the port side, where enemy missiles had broken through the durasteel plating and ripped open a scar in the metal that had decompressed the surrounding sections.

The infirmary had been overwhelmed. Now, the galley and mess decks had been repurposed into a make-shift emergency room. The dead littered the halls, sealed in body bags that were tagged for when there was time to care for their dead.

The hyperdrive core was damaged. Assuming that they could make it out of this, they might have enough power to make it back to Telkur Station -- but the ship wasn't leaving Hapes space for some time. Repairs to Reliant were going to be a costly and time-consuming endeavor.

To be honest, Kory wasn't certain whether she still had the clout with the Silver Jedi to even attempt to keep Reliant in service after this.

"Captain Sol-Syna, report to the bridge."

The old master was leaning heavily upon a cane as she exited the turbolift. The heavy blast doors slid apart to grant her entry, before sealing themselves shut again as soon as she had shuffled through the threshold. Normally, she'd have asked for a report, but the flashes -- like heat lightning -- that were occurring within the clouds of the Mists were telltale as to why she'd been summoned back.

"Bombers."

"Ionic charges most likely," the XO stated, agreeing with her train of thought. "Polarize the gases, then look for a magnetic contact."

Giving the man a nod, the matriarch turned to peer over at the com-scan officer. "Can you chart the trajectory of the bombing path?"

"Partially," the technician stated, after a moment.

Taking the XO by the arm, the old woman started the slow, steady shuffle toward the contact board. "With all the disruption to subspace radio waves, those fighters would have to stay within line-of-sight for communications," the woman remarked as they made the short trip to the center of the bridge. As the com-scan officer's plotted trajectory appeared on the board, Kory reached up as she said, "They've given us their location."

With that, the silver-haired warrior turned as she announced, "Helm, zed minus twelve degrees. Then come to one-one-five mark two."

This was starting to feel like the war with the One Sith all over again. "I want all turbolaser crews on the alert," the woman stated. "If I'm right, we'll have one shot at this."

 

[Celeste Rigel]

Objective 2
Location: Safehaven
Allies: [member="Prennis Keeoli"]

Celeste offered a reassuring smile to the young patient and turned slightly to respond to Prennis, “Of course. I'll see if I can break away at some point.”

Of course, the flow of patients would dictate when. At the moment, however, things seemed to be slowing down. The triage team was quick at work to get the latest group evaluated and treated. Celeste lifted a crystal pendant from her neck and handed it to the small girl. “Here, hold this for me.” She said, letting the young one become distracted by the sparkling healing crystals.

She used this opportunity to reach out with the force to aid her own evaluation. The girl had a couple superficial wounds, but was not bleeding internally—a very good sign. Buther attention was immediately drawn to the young one's right leg. The bone had been broken in multiple places. Celeste used the force to reduce the girl's pain and keep her comfortable, but she knew that this injury would require surgery. Her eyes shifted up towards the sky as she thought of their Hospital Ship in orbit.

“I think it's time for you to go on a quick ride,” Celeste said, trying not to alarm the girl. “There's a big ship waiting... up there.” She pointed. “Would you like to see?”

Still quite frightened, the girl gripped Celeste's healing crystals tight. “You can keep that, keep it close.”

Celeste stood and walked with the patient's gurney to the evacuation point. Once she was safely loaded on the transport, Celeste assured her that there were friends—fellow healers—waiting.

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig looked at Stardust as she noted that her and Mig would focus on the assassins and nodded before feeling the building rumble. He then heard Amon mention artillery before felling an impact.

"Osik! You'd think they would want to keep this building intact. This is like a jetii attacking their own temple!" Mig then motioned to Stardust, looking over. "We best get moving." As Mig began to push forward, he heard Amon note to be careful of Sith Assassins to one of his men. The Mandalorian just nodded, looking around. He could feel a coldness in the air. One he was all too well acquainted with. The Dark Side. His head was almost on a swivel now, before he responded again.

"They're here.... Somewhere."

[member="Kiegan Lysle"] [member="Rupert Kingswood"] [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"] [member="Kahne Porte"] [member="Kenth Typho"] [member="Amon Vizsla"] [member="Kale Seleare"] [member="Romi Jade"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

nah, I bet to the enemy this is simply a desecrated place now with a traitor in it, they'll do anything to get to her and us even if it means bringing thos damned place down

She said to mig, walking carefully as she let her sense of the force take over and let a calm breath out as she glanced about feeling the dark side like a creeping cold breeze. Shivering she took another breath as she drew her sabers readying them for the fight that will lay ahead

I can feel them...their trying to hide themselves so I dont have a exact location...but their close so get ready watch the shadow and light it may shimmer if their cloaked

She said to her allies while tense eyes looked around again...just where the hell are they....

"



[member="Kiegan Lysle"] [member="Rupert Kingswood"] [member="Kahne Porte"] [member="Kenth Typho"] [member="Amon Vizsla"] [member="Kale Seleare"] [member="Romi Jade"] [member="Mig Gred"]

 

[Ura Iolar]

Ura looked over at Asaraa, tilting her head. That did make sense, but it was just... crazy! Either way they were now heading out to get these kids to safety. As she ran up, slipping behind some cover, the Lervon soon became confused by what Asaraa and Caedyn were talking about. "Nicest places"? This wasn't really what the sand-like being would call a nice place. This was a war zone, not some resort or wilderness. Wait. Oh. Were they... flirting? Ura sight, questioning how she didn't understand something as simple as that right away. She instead just focused on the task at hand: covering Caedyn. She kept to her feline form before running out and pouncing an Isolationist that was about to attack her teammate. It was an easy stop, and quickly knocked them out. She then shifted to her normal, humanoid appearance then went in, seeing the Sith duelist on the floor.

"Well, looks like you had your own issues. Now where are these kids at?"


[member="Josh Dragonsflame"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] @Klesta @Caedyn Arenais

 

[Klesta]

Objective 3: Those Monsters
Allies: [member="Josh Dragonsflame"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Caedyn Arenais"] [member="Ura Iolar"]
Enemies: OS Remnant

With the OS Remnant now panicking, especially with the guards being outside to deal with a dragon, the Jawa was able to use his diminutive stature to get to the hostages, in a room next to the weapons depot. As with the weapons depot, that room also had its share of structural issues since cracks in the walls were large enough to compromise both rooms. Luckily the structural problems made it so that the door to the hostages' room couldn't be completely closed, because the door frame was bent somewhat out of shape. Also, with the others present to clear a path to the outside world from the room where the hostages were held, he could start working on removing the key restraints on the hostages, while making sure they could get out of the room as safely as was possible given what went on outside. That is, there was a risk factor he couldn't ignore, as he started guiding the hostages out of the derelict facility, now freed from their feet restraints.

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

Location: Hapes.​

Objective Three: Assist and rescue the Hostages.​

Inventory: Jedi Armor | Bo Staff | Lightsaber.​

Company: [member="Asaraa Vaashe"], [member="Ura Iolar"], [member="Klesta"] & [member="Josh Dragonsflame"].​

​

​

​

Sweat fell from his fringe as Caedyn exhaled heavily, his shoulders rising and falling with every staggered breath as he pushed forward, [member="Ura Iolar"]'s voice speaking up to him as she found her way inside of the complex, questioning the whereabouts of the hostages. Reaching out with his senses, Caedyn called to the Force in order to determine the strongest presence and sensation of life within the facility, that which wasn't shrouded in the fog of hostile energies but frightened and frenzied by the juvenile lack of understanding in their predicament. The Children were further within the facility, though it also seemed they weren't alone as Klesta had already reached them and the Jawa's confidence gave hint to their coming freedom.

"Klesta's with the children" Caedyn answered Ura, whilst also speaking into his comm's unit to notify the rest of the strike team, "Moving to provide support. Ready our EVAC" he cut the call short and turned to look back to Ura and [member="Asaraa Vaashe"]; "We're almost there..." he forced a brief smile before turning back and entering down the corridor leading deeper into the complex.

Picking up the pace, Caedyn found confidence in his peers being there to back him up as they ventured further on, the weapons depot containing numerous hostile forces, some of which opened fire upon the group on sight. Armed with their lightsabers, the blasterfire could be reflected back at the shooters, though that didn't mean their lives weren't in dire risk and several times during their approach, the team would be required to slow and resort to cover, choosing their moments. Never the less, while they kept the majority of the Sith forces within the facility busy and Master [member="Josh Dragonsflame"] kept those outside of the compound under immense pressure thanks to his Dragon, [member="Klesta"] would be given the time required to free the children and with luck, return to their EVAC point where the Shuttle was awaiting them for extraction.

 

[Rupert Kingswood]

Post 3
Objective One: PALACE OF FATE
Tags: [member="Amon Vizsla"] | [member="Kenth Typho"] | [member="Subject 73 Red"] | [member="Kiegan Lysle"] | [member="Kahne Porte"] | [member="Kale Seleare"] | [member="Romi Jade"] | [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"] | [member="Mig Gred"]
Location: Palace Corridors

"NO! Don't fire on the Crownsguard, Corporal."

He quickly holstered his sidearm as the Crownsguard pushed up on their position. Kingswood held pushed off the wall to meet them face to face. The Crownsguard acknowledged the Rangers as they moved from the left side of the 2 way corridor to the right. He could only assume where they could possibly be going to, yet the most logical was to the throne room. He followed closely behind as the Crownsguard paid no attention to them. The proceeded down the right side of the hallway, the Rangers a bit slower than the Crownsguard due to them surveying their surroundings. Fire burned on the outside of the palace, as walls and weakly held together columns were all around. Debris was everywhere, and a small cloud of dust encapsulated the entire hallway. Kingswood had turned on the flashlight that was on his helmet for better visuals.

The sound of footsteps could be heard very slightly, yet they were still there. Only by the keen hearing of the Corporal was he able to tell his squad to halt. The Crownsguard stopped a bit ahead of them, also scanning the corridor for a threat. Kingswood's heart rate started to rise as he anticipated what was to come. Sith Assassins. He scanned the corridor once and twice over, making sure if any scans came up on the radar. Suddenly, debris fell from the roof. The distraction. Kingswood and 2 other Rangers moved out of the way, taking the focus off of the corridor. The ignition pulse of a lightsaber could be heard as the footsteps gradually got louder. "Sith Assassin!" Kingswood shouted, trying to the Crownsguards attention. Only one of them turned as the rest stayed forward as another lightsaber could be heard igniting. The red glow of the lightsaber appeared brightly against the corridor walls. Kingswood backed up towards the Crownsguard, so they were back to back. "Rangers, open fire!" He shouted, unslinging his rifle and aiming down range at the Sith Assassin. He opened fire as did multiple other Rangers did against the assassin, the slugs of the rifle barely hitting them.

The assassin was smart, yet Kingswood was smarter. The Rangers created a diamond formation as the Sith Assassin rushed at one of them, ready to strike. He raised his lightsaber up high and brought it down against the Rangers right shoulder, the searing pain of it could be heard from a mile away. Kingswood continued to fire at the Sith assassin, as he started to take out more Rangers. The assassin went up against another, he didn't stand a chance. The plasma blade could be seen protruding out of his chest. That's when Kingswood leapt into action. He grabbed the arm that held the lightsaber and punched the assassin in the jaw. His grip was loose a bit, yet it was still tight. He took out his knife and held it upside down in one hand, as a melee weapon against the assassin. He pushed up against him, pushing him against the wall of the corridor. "Rangers, hold your fire!" He called out as being friendly fired was not something he would need to do later. Kingswood sent a right hook to his jaw as he still struggled with the lightsaber. He kept punching trying to disorient, yet it was ineffective. He took his knife and stuck it into the wrist of the Sith. He grunted in pain as his grip started to let loose. The saber was getting awfully close to his hip, and he was trying to hold it back. The strength of the assassin paralleled with Kingswoods, ultimately striking him in the side with the blade. So much adrenaline was coursing through he couldn't feel it. He raised his knee, giving a groin jab and delivered a swift elbow to his jaw. He switched the knife with a quick move from his right to his left, and struck the assassin in the collarbone.

The assassin held back his pain as he pushed on, swinging the lightsaber to get Kingswood to retreat. He wouldn't let it. He removed the knife from his collar bone and started to move towards the neck. The assassin deactivated her lightsaber as a result of this, giving him the window of time he needed to snatch it. The assassin pushed back against the knife, going toe to toe in strength. The assassin used a force push to make Kingswood fall, losing his grip on the knife. The Sith grabbed it and moved over on the Corporals fallen body, prepared for a strike. As he began too, the red blade reappeared, yet through the assassin. One of the Rangers, the particularly shy yet confident one, had grabbed the lightsaber and pushed through his body. Kingswood quickly caught the blade and pushed it on the assassins neck, penetrating to make sure the kill was confirmed. The body fell on him as the blade deactivated, it dropping to the floor. He pushed the body over to his right and got up, to see that the Crownsguard was successful in taking their Sith assassin down as well. Good.

The visor of his helmet was cracked from the impact on the ground. His comm system was functional, yet a bit delayed and the quality of the message was clear at some times, other it would send back static. He heard the message that had been sent by the LT about an hour prior.

"Corporal, beware of Sith Assassins. Tread carefully but decisively, soldier. Over."

:: A little late, don't you think sir? :: He smiled to himself as he thought. He picked up what looked to be like the lightsaber that was used to kill the Sith Assassin. The hilt itself was cracked and need a few repairs, yet it wouldn't be hard to get it back into working order. He looked at the Ranger who had done the deed herself. He held it out to her. "Hold this, Private. Keep it as a souvenir." She took it gratefully as she put it in her assault pack. He also looked down upon those who were now considered KIA. He took their identification tags as he did look over of the bodies. He crouched down beside one and closed their eyes, as it was more respectful this way. He spoke up so the Crownsguard could hear him. "Let's move towards the throne room. We don't have much time to waste any longer." Kingswood said getting up from the crouch position.

 

[Zak Dymo]

SILVER JEDI SHIP RELIANT​

MENTOR-CLASS BATTLECRUISER | INSIDE THE TRANSITORY MISTS​

The massive star destroyer moved like a silent predator through the clouds of nebulae gases.

Inside, the Sith officers moved with the kind of military precision that only came through a well-oiled Imperial discipline. Unlike the lesser races of the Jedi and their ilk, the standing fleet policy of advancement through assassination ensured that only the best and brightest were able to maintain authority or command.

The announcement came from below. "Captain, I'm getting a magnetic signature."

"Good," the Thyrisian officer uttered coldly, without sparing so much as a glance down at the technician who was lower than the officer's boots. A functional layout that made clear the chain of command and one's place in it. Instead, the Sith officer looked over at his first officer. "I told you those charges would flush our prey out before us."

The first officer gave his captain a grudging nod of respect, before turning to call out, "Target. Maximum firepower!"

The technicians in the pit were all sharing a look of concern. It seemed none wanted to voice the doubt, before one finally volunteered the bad news. "Sir... the contact is approaching from behind us."

Swearing under his breath, the first officer's head whirled as if on a swivel to glare back at their captain.

"You arrogant ass," the Sith officer spat vehemently. "You've killed us!"

Kory's knuckles were white as she gripped the edges of the contact board.

From her left, she heard the com-scan officer announce, "Our hull plating is polarized!"

Reliant had just passed through the magnetic particles left behind by the enemy bombing campaign. The ship was presently rising up from their earlier position, turning to where the old woman had gambled that the enemy star destroyer would be. "Wait for it..."

Thirty seconds passed. As Kory continued to stare forward through the viewports, there was nothing ahead of them but an endless sea of nebulae gases. The executive officer stepped over, urgently whispering, "Mum, he can see us."

"Wait for it..." Korynn whispered, a slightly more stern note than before. She was grinding her teeth, as though staring through the viewport and willing the silhouette of that damned star destroyer to appear.

And then, there it was. A dark shadow that could just be made out. It was their flank, completely exposed to them. "ENEMY DESTROYER! DEAD AHEAD!" one of the watch standers announced loudly.

"Fire."

The heavens were filled with brilliant flashes of color, as hundreds of colored bolts sailed from out of the Mentor-class battlecruier. Clusters of missiles followed, as starfighters began to launch from out of the hangar bays. Explosions ripped across the superstructure of the star destroyer. The shield generators blew apart in fireballs that sputtered out quickly. The bridge decompressed as the structures surrounding it buckled. The engines died, the ship starting to list dangerously as explosions began to appear as small dots of flame along the hull.

The core was going critical.

"You've done it, mum," the executive officer uttered beside her. The man gave a heavy sigh of relief.

For her part, Kory was still grinding her teeth. "I've done nothing," the woman remarked flatly. "...except get a lot of people killed."

Taking a deep breath, Kory tried to push out of her mind the thought of all the body bags lining the hallways that they would have to tend to. Families that would need to be contacted. Arrangements that would need to be made.

But, those were affairs for later. Turning toward the communications officer, the woman said, "Broadcast to all enemy forces. We are standing by to accept your surrender."

The officer nodded, turning back to his station when -- suddenly -- he seemed to pause as he began receiving some other reports. Lowering his headset, the man looked back up and said, "Mum? Our starfighters are reporting that the enemy starfighters appear to be self-destructing."

The woman's jaw tensed. "Damn," she uttered softly.

Beside her, the executive officer asked, "What about escape pods?"

"None were launched."

Someone didn't want to leave behind any evidence that would lead the Silver Jedi to determining just who their enemy was. Resuming her seat in the command chair, Kory placed her hands atop the sides of the chair as she looked toward the front of the bridge and said, "Take us out of the Mists. Then set a course for Telkur Station."

Their job was done here. It was time to see about taking Reliant home.

 

[Kaleleon]

OBJECTIVE: Break the Siege, Make Contact with Hapan Nobility before Assassins - Hold the Line at the Entrance to the Palace.
LOCATION: Front doors of the Palace.
INTERACTING: [member="Romi Jade"], [member="Kiegan Lysle"], [member="Nida Perl"], [member="Rupert Kingswood"], [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"], [member="Mig Gred"], [member="Subject 73 Red"], [member="Amon Vizsla"],
GEAR: Seraph-Class Armor, MoXXXie Hand Cannon, Minuteman's Sidearm, Kale's Lightsaber
COMPANION: Narma - Tuk'ata Nobilis

A couple men began to run up the steps. Firing on me and Narma. Even as we could hear the raining down of explosives brought in my air support, Narma roared loudly before charging down the stairs at the men. Toppling two over with her mass before quickly turning around and easily using her claws and teeth to bite and chomp into their armor. I readied my saber and took a couple steps down as blaster fire was directed at me. Djem-So came in handy. Glad that it was the form that Romi had decided to teach me. Redirecting a couple bolts back at the enemy. Three slamming home into one man before he could fall. Another two climbing up the stairs as I jumped off the step.

Using my own weight to crash down on a man, I brought my armored fist into his helmet. Hearing a loud "dong" sound with the plate metal slamming home into one another. I then got shot directly in my left shoulder. It slammed hard knocking me over to the side. My saber turned off as I brought my arm up. Knowing that too would be bruised badly.

"Graaaahhh!" My left hand picked up the rifle that the Sith Soldier had been using. Chucking it at the man, he cowered just a bit. Moving his head and ducking. Giving me enough time to get up, and close the distance. The bright blade of plasma sliced his own weapon down. However, he was prepared. Throwing a punch that, while it missed my head, Slid hard into the side of my neck and back jaw. Directly under the ear. My off hand came up. Grabbing his wrist before it could be pulled back. Pivoting on my foot forward and to the side, the blue blade performed an uppercut through his arm My elbow then in the prime position, hammered down upon his helmet.

He fell to the ground as the first man I had dealt with was trying to draw a pistol. Luckly, Narma had finished her own men and had rushed over to bite at his arm as it was raised. I could hear the snapping and breaking of armor and bones. The crushing power of her jaw was biting through his armor and crushing it under the immense force.

Once more, I could hear a hail of mortar fire as well as ships flying over head. Dropping down a hail of fire. Clearing out a bunch of men. While I couldn't see it, I could hear all of it going on. While the Sith Troops were slowly dwindling down, Narma came over and nuzzled her muzzle against my arm. I winched as my shoulder was being moved more than I liked. However, that would not be the only pain I would be getting today.

After I would meet up with Romi, I am sure she would give me hell for letting people get past my guard and failing to defend myself like I was taught. I hoped that telling her that I was angry at myself for failing to do so, maybe she would ease up on any consequences she would hand out like candy. Plus, I was already going to be bruised all to hell because of this.

"Thanks Narma. While I love you too, No need to break my arm off."

After that, she then went away from me and back down the steps towards the other troopers that had not yet pushed us. I rolled my eyes. Drawing my sidearm, and activating my saber. Rushing after her and back once more into the fray.

 

[Tulan Kor]

"And lead me into his dark land..."
Post 2.

Objective Two.

Allies: Silver Jedi l Hapan Rebels l [member="Celeste Rigel"] l [member="Prennis Keeoli"]

Enemies: Time.

Location: Silver Jedi Base

https://soundcloud.com/epilog-sesli-siirler-ii/epilog-alan-seeger-i-have-a-rendezvous-with-death​

The long walk had ended.

Tulan had made it. Tolin was lifted from his shoulders, sent to the care of the healers. Tulan watched as Tolin was carried off, surrounded by more love and care than he had seen in weeks, perhaps, even in his lifetime, from strangers. Foreigners, outsiders, people he had never met, all striving to care for him, to make sure he stayed alive. A man who he had only known for a few weeks, wounded himself, taking him to safety.

A man who was almost a foot and a half shorter than him, dashing across enemy lines. Blood loss, and dehydration and all.

Tulan watched them take Tolin away, onto the stretcher.

He watched them gather around him, concerned looks on all of their faces.

And then he watched them put the sheet over his body.

He died, a final, exasperated breath just short of the Silver's position. Tulan had sprinted the last 500 yards or so, to no avail. Nothing that he did mattered. All the men he trained, had died. All the ones he had given his soul, his expertise to, died. He himself, was also almost killed. The scorch mark of the blaster was burning more now, now that the adrenaline had wore off. The danger was gone.

Tulan watched them take his body away, a lifeless corpse of a man that he had hoped to keep alive. Despite all his bravery, his bravado, his technique, his training, his motivation, his beliefs-

Tolin was still dead.

A man who's name was only a letter off from his, dead. A lover, grieving, children, fatherless. Tulan had spent so long taking lives indiscriminately that he hoped for once- just once, perhaps, there would be a chance, a possibility for him to save one, to make sure one person got home okay. Taking a life was easy, saving one was difficult.

But here he was, a failure.

Another name on the long list of dead in the conflict. Tulan sat on a nearby crate, refusing the care of approaching medics. He needed a moment. He'd be fine- after all, he was a Ranger. He'd been through worse. He stared in the distance, the eerie sounds of a distant firefight. It was all so tiresome. All so gruesome. He looked down, at his blood-soaked feet, and began to cry.

He was but a reaper, a culling of the living.

All he touched, died. All he loved, died. All he did-

Was bring death.

But just this once- he wanted something to live, someone. Someone with a better future, a better chance. But the man with the chance, lay under a sheet. And the monster, the butcher, the reaper of men, lived.

What justice was that?

 

[Josh Dragovalor]

Objective: 3
Allies:[member="Asaraa Vaashe"] - [member="Ura Iolar"] - [member="Klesta"] - [member="Caedyn Arenais"] - [member="Anora Vahn"]
Post: 3

By what he could hear on the frequency, it sounded like the children had been found and saved. While he wished he could have been there to assist further with it, he knew that he had a job out here. And that job was to keep the bogies off them as much as possible so they could get those kids out of there.

"This is Master Dragonsflame. I'll cover your evac. Get the kids out of here."

And that meant he had to take care of this heavy. This Sith Lord. The imposing figure that approached stood at eight feet tall, with the broadest of shoulders and the heaviest of armored builds, a face masked and armored. An imposing foe, strong in the Force... And one who's presence began to radiate across the entire planet as they began to let it loose. They were an unchained force of nature... Allowing their strength in the Force to run unchecked. It would destroy them one day, he knew, that sheer lack of control, letting it run wild like a raging bull... But Josh knew that if he didn't stop it here, it would destroy many others first.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NFjE5A4UAJI​

​

The figure charged forward, drawing a red Greatsaber as they used the Force to augment their speed. Josh walked briskly toward them in turn, in no rush to charge in himself. The figure would get there first, swinging with an overhead strike. But Josh was ready. With a calmness that only a Jedi could possess, he gingerly ducked under the blow and got to the imposing figure's side, charging up a Force Wave in his hand as he planted a palm to the man's side, unleashing the Force Wave pressed right into their body, a move that sent them skidding back. For most, it would have sent them flying considering he had focused that solely on one man -- but this one was a formidable force indeed.

The big guy reacted quickly, launching an arc of Force Lightning. Instincts saving him, Josh propelled himself back with the Force, backflipping through the air and landing just in time to roll to the side to avoid another arc as they kept firing. Perhaps if he could outlast them, he could counterattack... Either way, Josh would take off at a run as the big guy continued to fire. His range for Force Lightning was impressive, and Josh managed to narrowly block the lightning coming at him as he cleared more and more distance. Still under the effects of Force Speed, the Titan hulked after him, raising his arcs as large balls of electricity began to spawn in the air and shoot down lightning toward the Jedi Master. Using Force Speed himself to keep himself at a distance from his attacker, thinking quickly as he would use his grappling hooks to shoot himself onto the side of the building. The lightning narrowly missed him as he shot into the air, landing feet-first on the building's side. The lightning strikes continued coming down, as Josh began to run across the building side, using the hooks to continue firing at the building and jettisoning them into the walls in order to keep himself moving. The imposing Sith Lord didn't let up though, and began launching the large balls of electricity themselves at the building.

Holes were blown in the building as the large electric orbs connected, sending sparks flying across and forcing Josh to jump for it in order to avoid electrocution. When he jumped though, he would find Jongori in the air waiting for him as the dragon caught him. Josh stood atop the saddle and held onto the ropes as the dragon descended. The Sith Lord continued firing the large orbs, and Josh held out a hand to try and stop one with telekinesis. After some struggle, he managed to stop it, and then sent it back just as he fired another. The force of the explosion from the collision caused Josh to nearly fall off as Jongori was thrown forward, but he managed to hold on and settled down on the saddle as Jongori descended.

"Blast... I need to get some offense on this guy if I'm to put an end to this" The Jedi Master muttered. If there was a bright side to this, the other forces on the enemy side had begun clearing out, fleeing the scene of the battle as the battlefield got far too dangerous for their survival. The other Jedi team would have a nearly clean shot to the shuttles if they could get the kids out, so long as Josh continued keeping this giant force of nature occupied.

"Jongori, down!" Josh called to Jongori, seeming to get an idea. Grabbing something from his belt as the brute began charging up what seemed to be a large fireball, something that caused Josh's eyes to widen with his experiences with fire -- he knew that it was now or never. As Jongori charged toward the brute, Josh pulled out the No-Show, the Rooster Stun Grenade. As they came close enough, he lit it and threw, as Jongori pulled up....

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aeGSmUf1Yv8&feature=youtu.be&t=4​

​

The piercing noise that rang across the battlefield stunned the large brute as they brought their hands to their ears. With that, Josh took the chance to check his comms.

"Anora! If you're still in the area, now's your chance! Take the initiative and keep him busy for a bit while I form a plan!"

 

[Anora Vahn]

Objective: Don't Die (Was supposed to be 3, but life...)
Allies: [member="Josh Dragonsflame"]
Post: 1

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Why was it that any time Anora found herself in a particularly violent situation, she never seemed to have the proper equipment to handle it? Training had always been easy, because what she needed was readily available - both in her Padawan training, and when she had spent the two years elsewhere training. Though that particular training had taught her to use what was available to her. Which is pretty much what she had been doing since this whole search and rescue thing started.

She still didn't have a lightsaber; well, she had, had one but it hadn't been her own, and she had given it back despite the fact that it had been used to try and kill her. So Nora didn't have her own lightsaber, which was more or less on her as well considering how she had up and left at the vital point of her training. So, she had come into this fray of trouble with a usable blade of course (and a small collection of throwing knives), and while she was handy with it, she still wasn't happy about it.

Didn't stop her from providing backup that was needed when it came down to it. Anora still had plenty to learn when it came to using the Force, but she had grown enough over the years to not be a total novice any longer. Yet despite that fact, she still preferred stealth and physicality over Force use even still. So when she was needed, she had no trouble stepping in to help and/or cover someone one way or the other.

However, she was pulled from her reverie and brief respite when she heard her name called out over the comm. It took a moment for her to center in on where she was being beckoned to, but the aftermath of damage - and the noise to boot - had her moving. [I'm coming, keep your robes on.] she let out over the comm, though once she had gotten to where she needed to be? Nora skid to a halt.

"Holy big boy..." she more or less exhaled the words, and admittedly had immediate flash backs of the last time she dealt with anything Sith related - and it was damned big too! [Uh... what exactly do you want me to do to keep him busy?] she asked over the comm, though already she was moving. Her mind was a little slow to catch up due to some serious PTSD, but her body seemed to know what she needed to be doing, and the best way to grab attention and still maintain some distance? Throwing things.

With rubble laying about, Anora found a piece that was big enough to hurt if it made contact or at the very least draw attention, but wasn't too heavy for her to use the Force to pick up and throw. Once she had it, she lobbed the rubble at the Sith and then was quick to move and get out of sight. While she couldn't completely hide herself, maybe she could turn this into a really dangerous game of hide and seek, just long enough to keep the big guy busy for however long Josh needed.

 

[Prennis Keeoli]

{ Post: 04 }​

{ Objective: Two ~ guilty for being innocent }​

{ Location: Inside Safehaven }​

{ Equipment: Medic armor sans blast vest,​

surgical mask, disguise matrix, gauntlet }​

{ Tag: [member="Tulan Kor"] }​

~ † ~​

Dirt crunched under a swift series of booted footfalls. "Practitioner?" Prennis turned from watching the forensic volunteers arranging their unfortunate collection to a Ranger. Behind him, the newest addition was rolled towards a nearby examiner tent. He shrugged back one of his shoulders to gesture towards Tolin. "A Sergeant brought him in. He's over in 'Haven. Taking it hard."

Only internally did Prennis sigh. So far, she hadn't encountered any grieving friends or family members of the deceased. She had expected to be able to put off that bit, every bit as uncomfortable and draining to her as the relatives, until after the Isolationists' threat had been neutralized. Emotions blurred safety precautions, but so much for that hope.

"Thought you should know." The Ranger began to both literally and verbally backpedal in response to Prennis' hesitation.

Prenn forced a smile. She reached out to pat the man on the shoulder as she prepared to leave. "No, you're right. I've got it. Hold down the fort."

Safehaven looked like a different camp than the one that had been set up hours prior, owing most likely to the influx of refugees since then. The jog over from the trenches, then the subsequent walk trough Safehaven, took longer than it might have otherwise due to the crowds of people. Finding Tulan wasn't hard though, even without knowing what she was looking for. When she did, she knew. As Prenn slowed her walk to approach, a nearby medic grabbed her arm. "He refused medical care," she informed the nurse.

Holding up her arms from the elbows as if in surrender, Prenn backed up a step. Minus her diagnostic gauntlet, she wasn't carrying any medical equipment. She hadn't needed it before and she seemed not to even need it now. "I understand. Thanks." Medical care wasn't her primary concern, after all. Even from a distance, she could tell the majority of his pain was not owing to any physical injury scarring him.

As soon as the other medic left, foul expressioned, Prenn turned to face the Ranger again. What was the best way to approach this? She thought for a few moments before crossing over to him and, as quietly as she could, sunk to her knees in the dirt near the crates then maneuvered to sit with her back against one. "I'm very sorry, sir," she ventured to say after another bout of silence.