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Skirmish Return of the Sith [TSE vs SJC]

Hyrva Vh'akli
Prophet of the Worm Emperor; Truthspeaker, The Prophet, Lady of Throdog N'ghftor, Witch Elder
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Objective I.: Vault, Interpret, decipher the whispers.
Location: Mount Tantiss Sith-Imperial Fortress, Wayland
Equipment: Shield talisman | Shadow's Folly || Empyrean gland || OPBC-01s
Allies:: Darth Angonous Darth Angonous | Sicarius Hekate Sicarius Hekate
Enemies:: Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor | Thurion Heavenshield Thurion Heavenshield
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[ Whispers and Madness ]
<"Dark words or ur-Kittât"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >>

F' ah nog, f' ah nog! Gokln'gha, llll lllln'gha f' orr'ee!

Hyrva looked up as she sensed a powerful and many Light Side aura. Interesting! The Truthspeaker looked out at the exit as she stopped in her walking. The last two books landed on top of the others, but newer ones did not rise. She could feel the hatred, the anger, that flowed from the Sith present. The woman did not belong to this kind of Darksider. She was not driven by anger, nor hatred; most would just call her crazy and insane, but she didn’t enjoy killing. Oh no! She used the strong to reproduce, leaving them alive as living incubators. Her job was to spread the whisper, the commands of her master and god. And spread the Worm's will.

F' ah nog, f' ah nog! Gokln'gha, llll lllln'gha f' orr'ee!

Hyrva fed on the vitality and bad feelings of the other species. But revenge, anger? No. She got over this a long time ago. They would have just blinded her. These things would have only obscured her vision, her understanding; and she had to see clearly. The Truthspeaker knew how the Light Side might affect her, she might even kill her, but she was curious. She dusted off her clothes as her many eyes blinked at once and her tentacles also curiously reached out towards the stairs.

F' ah nog, f' ah nog! Gokln'gha, llll lllln'gha f' orr'ee!

There was no other option, the woman was curious too. Who knows what new knowledge or information she can gain through this. Anyway, she hadn't met, she hadn't spoken to Lightsider before. Everything has to start sometime; and today looked good to this. Maybe you can even talk to them. If the Sith don't try to kill them right away. That would be very unfortunate. She calibrated the antigravity device to head to her ship, and Truthspeaker set off from the depths.

F' mgah'ehye nog!

"F' mgah'ehye nog!" she echoed the whispers.

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The conversation on the way to Mount Tantiss was pretty slack, discussion of the history of Wayland, the Emperor’s treasure room, secrets of cloning, Skywalker’s own arrival on the world. It quickly arrived to the Mandalorian occupation of the world, and what they could have been doing here. Coren had a respect for the Mandalorians, but their approach to many things was very raw. There were some that worked with the Jedi, but their close relations with the Sith and the Imperial types always gave the Master pause.

Jedi and freedom fighters were much more the people who got along better. But currently it didn’t matter. But the conversation quickly dissipated as they approached the Mount. Seeing it closer than when they landed, the three Knights appeared to be getting silent. Coren looked to the team. He pulled out a pair of macrobinoculars to get a better look.

“There is no doubt they’ve sensed us.”
He was keeping his own Force signature concentrated, but with other Jedi, the tools he carried, and who he believed he was trailing, there was no real point in it, aside from preventing any ambush. “The darkness there… they may be after artifacts, but I feel its worse.”

His students were nodding. “I think they may try to trap us.” Said Uki. “Its us invading an area they already have control of.”

“Yes, but we have the Force and the light…” Chore spoke up. This caused Coren to smirk and shake his head.

“Remember, we are only as strong as we need to be. If they start a fight, we may need to disable whatever they are after, but they won’t make it easy.” Speaking, Coren was calling on the Force, waking himself back up in it, as it were, spooling up the energy to him, and this world.

“Found a path to the entrance…” Triigo spoke up, interrupting the Master.

“Lets get moving.” He said as he brandished the extinguished hilt of his lightsaber.

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Angonous nodded his Lightsaber still humming, it had been years since the blade had touched Jedi flesh. How Angonous would savior every blow he would deliver to the Jedi. "For the short time we have spent together my apprentice," Angonous said. "You have been taught well, today we will show the Jedi our strength. Understand Sicarus this will be the first of many."

He was glad that he didn't have to wait long for the Sith to enact their revenge. The average time the Sith bided their time was hundreds to thousands of years. For them, it was only a few moments. ""Get ready," Angonous said as they hatch opened.

Sicarius Hekate Sicarius Hekate Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor Thurion Heavenshield Thurion Heavenshield Celeste Demici Celeste Demici
 

Objective: I The Vault.​

Allies: Darth Angonous Darth Angonous Celeste Demici Celeste Demici

Enemies: Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor Thurion Heavenshield Thurion Heavenshield

Sicarius was eager for the coming battle, eager to hurt the Jedi, to kill them. She was even secretly harbouring fantasies of getting some trophies. Truthfully the Sith Artifacts themselves were a secondary objective trophy. The real trophy were Jedi lightsabers. She was going to start a collection. She had in her research heard some enticing things about what can be down to the lightsaber captured from a fallen Jedi. To make the bleed.

Sicarius could already sense the presence of several, many of them strong in the Force. She would have to be careful, as much as it galled her to admit it, she knew she wasn’t a match for most Jedi. She could be vicious though, and she could be smart. She would have to be cunning, and savage. Only a fool would take someone else on in a fair fight let alone an outmatched one.

It was time for the Sith to re-emerge. To be more then a Phantom Menace, ones the Jedi would tell scary stories about to scare their younglings and padawans. They would be a real, a threat not so easily dealt with.

“I am ready Master”

“If our objective is to attain powerful Sith Artifacts they could make a valuable addition to Lord Banes Armor when we eventually acquire it. It is surely the Force guiding us to our own purpose”

“I sense powerful presences in the Force. They are like beacons, burning brightly. I’ve only felt similar from Dark Lords on the Sith Council.” Sicarius admitted somewhat in awe, before she caught the tone of her voice and immediately changed her tone. “They should not be taken lightly. We should take them by surprise. Only a fool enters into battle in a fair fight. We should use every advantage that we have against the,. If we are to make our return resounding, a resounding victory is necessary.”

“We need to teach these foolish Jedi a lesson in humility. The same one they forced us to go through when they scattered us across the galaxy.”
 
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Objective: I The Vault.​

Sicarius Hekate Sicarius Hekate Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor Thurion Heavenshield Thurion Heavenshield Celeste Demici Celeste Demici


"Yes....." Angonous stared at the battlefield ahead. He was lost in thought that he had forgotten about the retrieving Darth Bane's armor. The knowledge could help them in their journey to recover the ancient artifact. What really made Angonous happy was that there were more Sith rising up to fight the Jedi. "A good idea my young apprentice," Angonous said beginning to walk. "We must make sure that the Jedi don't their hands on the precious Sith artifacts. They have hunted us like Dogs but they will not desecrate our historical monuments."

Angonous sensed two powerful presence as well, two Jedi both Masters nearby. Sicrarus was obviously no match for one let alone both. But Angonous is. "A good plan Sicarus," Angonous said. "Ambush them with shock and awe and let them know that the Sith are still alive, yet you have nowhere near the skill necessary to take on Masters. You must stick with me and stay behind flanking and tricking the enemy if necessary. No need for you to rush to that violent death that you desire."

He stared at Sicarus coldly. "Doubt is a weakness my apprentice," he said. "To see yourself dying is a Jedi mentality."
 
Be careful what you wish for.

IT'S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN...

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Location: Outside the castle

"ELOAH" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)
Starship: Starlight Sentinel, (Jedi Interceptor in landing bay, Dilorian and Bike both in cargo bay)
Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller", Pilot droid Mu51c - "Music"
Tag: Thurion Heavenshield Thurion Heavenshield Celeste Demici Celeste Demici Darth Angonous Darth Angonous Sicarius Hekate Sicarius Hekate

Agreed.

He didn't know these Rangers well enough to know how to approach them yet on this matter. A couple of them were Force Sensitive, having once been Padawans who were unable to complete their trials, so there was that. However the others. His senses were on alert, not because of what he sensed deep inside, but what was going on outside one of the closer vaults. There were others prepared to breach one of them and that was concerning to the big guy because they were not that far away. Of course, they were going to lie in wait, but the Jedi were here to address these issues.

This entire place is nothing but evil. That doesn't mean we couldn't learn something from it.

Mindful of what and who was inside, he twitched his neck.

Those who fail at history are doomed to repeat it, right?

... YET THE DAWN ALWAYS COMES.
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Objective 2
Allies
: Darth Strosius Darth Strosius
Enemies: Wyatt Morga Wyatt Morga Starlin Rand Starlin Rand Jace Rhane Jace Rhane

There was a sad sort of irony to be stepping foot on Wayland with Thustra so close, her home. Where her throne once stood proud, but those days were long gone and Lirka stood amongst the muck of the Sith once again. Wayland had ultimately been the last world that was added to her dominion as Grand Moff before her resignation from the title. A history to this world that mocked her current shame, she would enjoy leaving it as nothing more than cinder and ash.

Bloodlust began to pulsate within her, she moved with the monsters of Sofiel Sofiel , they were vile things: fighting with flesh and fang while she danced and twirled with steel and blade. But they killed all the same, while they held what seemed like misguided mercy for the mighty. Those that gave Lirka some semblance of challenge, be it in body or spirit, earned no such reward. A flick of her burning blade, pulsating with plasma once again, sent men and women alike tumbling in piles of sliced and charred limbs. They were nothing, they satiated her wrath little. She wanted Jedi. But thankfully, Jedi were predictable, foolhardy and arrogant. There was no better way to draw their attention than this senseless massacre of the weak.

The amusement that fact provided was endless.

And with the command of the beasts' dark master, they were off and Lirka: ever an eyesore amongst the sea of flesh followed after. Heavy metal boots thudding against the ground as she picked up momentum, letting the whine of her great machete cry into the air.
 


Nearby: Aayla Shan Aayla Shan // Aien Mueller


Some Sith had chosen to take the city, security checkpoints leading to it, shield generators and more. It wasn't unheard of, considering the time it was taking to open the vaults - and the rather more high key nature of the whole operation; but it wasn't much Maliphant's preference. If it were up to him, he would've had the operation done with a small team until everything was open; likely lead by Darth Ophidia Darth Ophidia , including some of her Frumentarii, not a treasure fleet in orbit. Yet, it was what it was - for the time being he would simply have to allow the Sith to commit themselves to the violence they sought.​
Sith often did that, afterall; and in some regard it was probably therapeutic for them. Better they take it out on random civilians unawakened to grand truths than fight among themselves for petty favor of their overseers. At least it made less work for the Grand Adjudicator to decide whether they were legal kaggaths or not.​
Yet, his mind was broken free of the passing thoughts of the politics of the Sith Empire in hiding. The soft grumble and cry of a Sith on his back - brought to believe a savior had come upon him; but the red eyes of Maliphant looked down upon the acolyte with little more than dissapointment - peeking through alabaster strands. The Sith Lord kneeled next to the young Sith and glanced him over.​
"Lord Maliphant...", he struggled, blood breaching through the cauterized cuts he now carried. He said something else, probably about help - but Maliphant had ignored it, the apathetic expression of the Sith looking more like chiseled marble than anything close to a real face.​
"Quiet.", he said, letting the Acolyte catch his words for a moment before struggling. The mistake came with he grasped for the fabric of Maliphant's robes - forcing a scowl on the Sith. Before the Acolyte could blink - the hand was seperated from the arm, the arm from the body, and the body from what remained of the acolyte's head. It hit the ground with a thud, but the hand seemed to hold on until Maliphant kicked it off his robes - sighing as he stood.​
A path of destruction, a sign war was nearby; something he could at least involve himself in while the others opened the vaults deeper systems.​
His pace was slow - enough time for Shan to do whatever it was she wanted - likely even take over the security checkpoint, if she so wanted. When Maliphant would arrive, it would be over the charred remains of whatever was left; his slow and dutiful pace making him look more like an observer in the chaos than anything more. A tourist looking at the sights; but when his gaze fell upon the padawan amidst it all he could only exhale; the same apathy stricken on his face.​
"Jedi.", he said calmly to her.​
"Often, there is more compassion in letting a wounded animal die then to let it suffer. However, do not worry - I did what you could not."​
He took a few steps towards her - though they were still at a distance. His gaze moved about what was nearby, to see what she had done thus far - but eventually let them lazily trail back to her, studying her, her form, her stance, the very expressions on her face as she likely spoke back. No lightsaber was in his hand, none on his waist - simply a man in blackened robes and armor standing before her with pale features and pale hands.​
"I assume you are here in an attempt to hold us back? Draw our attention, perhaps? Maybe the heroic mission given to you by some Jedi Knight who thinks this is a chance to prove your worth?", he said with a cock of his brow, testing her reaction.​


 
A Light Shining in Darkness
Nearby: Sofiel Sofiel // Lirka Ka Lirka Ka

"Thirty and counting.", Jo-Li offered through the holocomm.​
Wyatt could feel that sickness rising in him - the same anxiety he always got before battle. He wasn't sure where it came from - if it was fear of what he must do, or empathy for who he had to do it too. All he knew is it buried itself deep in his gut - and it only went away when he could meld his mind with the Force, free himself of his individuality, and enact strictly the Force's will. Its why more than ever, he had spent countless hours and days in meditation lately - to escape the shame he carried, and the guilt that rode with him.​
"Stop them before they reach the Mount.", Wyatt offered back before dropping from the tree branch before a larger column running through along the path. His lightsaber was likely noticed before he was - the blue light of its blade cutting down two before his feet touched the ground; and another three before he took more than a handful of steps. Large sweeping strikes that ended lives with every movement; that as much energy as they seemed to impart, they were deadly accurate in their placement.​
Nothing wasted from the Jedi Battle Master.​
HIs gaze fell upon the creature before him - towering and menacing as any other. His flourished his blade besides him before exhaling slow and drawn out - speaking only when he felt comfortable enough in his ability to slow the war parties march. His friends and allies would do the same; and with any luck, they'd buy the city time to evacuate, and perhaps enough time to stop the Sith's plans.​
"Didn't meant to interupt your walk, but I thought you could do with a guide.", he said with a smile that felt more forced on his part.​
"I hope you don't mind, of course."​
 

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A Path Of Destruction.

That was a good way to describe what Maliphant would walk through. Groans, and whimpers from the cleaved individuals she left in her wake. Those that weren't outright dead were left permanently wounded. Aayla having sunk into something of an autopilot. Ignoring that suffering around her, unable to hear it over the suffering within her own heart. Grievance could turn even the lightest of hearts, and brightest of minds into nothing more than creatures pursuing their baser instincts. Aayla was carrying out something she couldn't bring herself to describe, but knew the word for.

Revenge.

Betraying everything she was taught for a few moments of personal gratification. It was the Sith that murdered Kiara, and inflicted pain on not only her, but those close to her. She was taught to purge those emotions. Be clear in body, and spirit. And yet, she had wreaked havoc. She had obliterated those that crossed her path, to the point that she had to stop completely and find herself. Kneeling smack dab in the middle of the entrance to the base. Eyes closed, she tried her best to call upon her teachings. She held one of her sabers loosely in her left hand, while the other - the one she had earned by trial, that echoed the blood that ran through her veins laid on the ground in front of her.

After the last one she had taken, she just dropped it... Unsure whether the malice was coming from her, or it. Although, she noted it did nothing to soothe her fervor. No, instead the more she placed will into it, the more it rewarded her with clarity. Though, that clarity seemed poison in the now. It seemed, wrong.

Her loose hair blew gently on the wind as she meditated briefly. Even as there were those that might've gotten back up and pursued her. She just needed to clear her head before she crossed the kinds of lines you didn't come back from. And, right as she was finding that clarity, easing herself into the light firmly...



She flinched at it, eyes snapping open. For some reason, she didn't move with the same fervor that she did before she began her small reign of terror. She leaned forward, grabbing her other saber and rose as she wiped some moisture from under her eye sockets. Turning to face the one that had called out to her.

WHO it was, was certainly a surprise. He was of course someone well known to even the Jedi. Most especially her, as a Shadow in training. She knew the threat he bore, down to the point of knowing he didn't need sabers to defend himself. All the same, even in her right mind she couldn't fight him; much less how she felt now. Aayla inhaled slowly, but deeply as he spoke. Her eyes scanning over what she had done, as if she had seen it for the first time.


"Com-.. Compassion!?"

She asked aloud, choking on the word the first time. Canting her head like he had just asked her to sit down for Fish and Chips.

"Compassion... is a slow knife through my heart... We burned Compassion on a funeral pyre just weeks prior... Her name was Kiara Ayres. A good woman, an HONEST woman... Compassion!? Is that what YOU have become?

Aayla asked honestly, almost expecting an answer back. Her face softening as she would goad the Sith with a simple question.

"Is that why you are here? To deliver me Compassion... Darth?"

She combined her weapons into a dual-saber, activating them both simultaneously and began moving in his direction. Still not yet 'getting' it. The difference between them...

Or maybe she did, in any case his second line of questions and comments would be ignored completely. As if she would've told him... She didn't need to win, she just needed to hold him.

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Location: Settlements
Objective: 2 - Coordinate evacuations and repel Sithspawn
Allies: Wyatt Morga Wyatt Morga , Starlin Rand Starlin Rand , Jace Rhane Jace Rhane
Opposition: Sofiel Sofiel , Darth Strosius Darth Strosius , Lirka Ka Lirka Ka
Direct Opposition: None (Open)
Equipment: Jedi Robes w/ Armorweave Bodyglove, Lightsaber, Telescoping Force Pike, Echani Dueling Shield, Bacta Shots, Gnarltree Seeds

After a bumpy ride through the Sith blockade, Eugen and his complement of Skytroopers had finally broken atmo. Some transports left dark smokey contrails through the sky, indicating they had taken more than a few hits on the way down. It was unlikely they would even be skyworthy after the initial landing. Flights of nimble Saberhawks and Talons zipped through the air around transports as they landed, screening against would be aerial attacks.

On the way down Eugen had time to take stock of the situation. Deep craters all over the surface could be seen from orbit as the Sith's machinations unfolded. What death machines and monsters had emerged was much too far to be seen by the naked eye, but he could certainly feel the stain of their blight in the Force as they were activated and reclaimed by their Dark Masters.

He would have to trust his counterparts already on the ground to prevent the escape of more of these weapons from being successfully excavated.

Those champions would have to fight the Sith for tomorrow, as the healer focused on the victims of today.

Just after Eugen's transport had landed in one of the clearings of the city, there came an audible tremor that shook the vessel on its struts. However, thanks to the compensators onboard, inside the seismic activity barely registered as a gentle rock. That was probably the best they could expect going forward, it was only downhill from here as the landscape rapidly deteriorated.

The passenger bay opened and the step ramp rolled down, which was almost immediately swarmed by panicked city dwellers, practically clawing their way onto the ramp before it had even completely unfurled. Eugen and Concord soldiers had to initially wave them down just so they could exit transports themselves, then people began to pile in by the dozens once he was on the ground.

Each transport could carry about a company worth of fully equipped soldiers, so they could pack quite a few people, but as his hazel eyes scanned the incoming throngs of people, he could see that they would barely make a blip with evacuations, not while wrangling with hostile airpower.

Many people were going to die today.

There was no way around it. Even if the source of the tremors was stopped, a chain reaction had already begun, he could see it now with each collapsed building and cracking street.

For the briefest of moments, the Echani's normally serene mask was cracked by a flash of disgust at the hell the Sith had unleashed.

He quickly recentered himself with a breath. No, the situation was dire, but not hopeless. There were still going to be many casualties, but there were things he could do to mitigate the loss. Still beside the ship, Eugen closed his eyes and rapped the end of his pike against the ground. There was darkness in his vision from lowered lids, but his physical sight would be replaced by something much illuminating as he connected with the minds of the local civilians and his (willing) Silver counterparts. He had rooted himself within the collective consciousness of the city, acting as their conduit, while they served as his new eyes.

Battle Meditation was a technique usually associated with combat, but the healer had found a great use for it in the realm of disaster relief, where the need for rapid coordination at scale was just as important.

Do not forsake your fellow man and become like beasts...

We will get through this if we work together as one...

Prioritize the wounded, sick, and dependents for air evac. Direct them to open areas below free of seismic activity to improve rotation times...

Those who can fight, assist the those already at the gates and defend your people, or all will lost...


Once the coordination came into full swing, there could be an observable change among the masses. Less panic and more cooperation as people gained control over their initial fight and flight response and became more rational. Rather than wrestling each other for a free slot on the outgoing ships in mobs, some loose columns began to form for quicker exfil as a semblance of order was finally established and deadly stampeding was brought to a standstill. In the rising calm, first responders had an easier time rescuing the wounded who had already succumbed been injured by the rumblings.

Meanwhile, able-bodied men and women converged at the opened gates behind the Jedi and soldiers present. A handful sported the Beskar armor of the Mandalorians - before Sith dominion - Wayland had been a prominent world of Mandalorian sphere and some still clung to the old ways even through the years of occupation. However, most were just regular settlers armed with a blaster and slugthrower. An army they were not, but the numbers of the rag-tag militia would greatly assist in carving a path down to the jungles against the incoming Sithspawn. Above their heads, Skytroopers and Mandalorian warriors with rocketpacks zoomed through the air, harassing enemy fighters and trying to thin out their numbers before they reached the defenders on the ground.

Gradually, Eugen was stitching the motley groups of the city together into one united force to stand against the rising calamity. That was the only way they could survive.
 
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Allies: SJC
Enemies: TSE l Sofiel Sofiel l Darth Strosius Darth Strosius
Objective: Repel Invaders, Save People
Equipment: Jedi Armor l Lightsaber l Jedi Grapple Hook Thingy
Attacking: Lirka Ka Lirka Ka


Of all the terrors, one stood out among the gnashing teeth and savage claws. Jace knew, and dreaded the fate of many of the survivors. They'd have to screen the ones they could manage to save.

He felt a sense of calm at first, then a grim determination.

A wave of calm, a wave of clarity washed over him. He was in the center of it all, the eye of the storm. Able to observe the carnage, without becoming overwhelmed by it. A Jedi had cast the net over the battlefield, and he felt the emotions center on the settlers and citizens. A battle meditation was a powerful tool- and he was going to use it.

The one that stood out stood tall, and the all too familiar feeling of pride emanated from her. At least- around her. She was dead to the force. An abomination, lifeless in a heartless way. Jace approached her, cutting down more of her compatriots- or cannon fodder as he approached. He stood in the Soresu stance, his blade angled straight and across at her.

"Not another step."

And with that, Jace made the first move- without actually attacking.
 


Nearby: Aayla Shan Aayla Shan // Aien Mueller

The Jedi Padawan moved forward with a rush - a double edged fury that would've cut down a lesser man. Maliphant, however, was not a lesser man - but a Sith Lord who had mastered more than the Padawan even had a chance to forget. His steps matched hers, backing away from her strikes, ducking her swipes, and twisting around whatever else; but he could acknowledge a few points that anyone more pressed may not be able to.​
First, the strikes were not as rampant as her emotions may imply. He could feel the purpose in each, the speed and dedication she committed into each one; and the constant strain of her emotions fighting back against her control. She was a bottle under pressure, but not yet showing the stress fractures of a Jedi about to break - but one very close.​
Another dip, and the back of Maliphant's hand came forward to push the hilt of her blade just slightly back from a cut that would have otherwise decapitated him. Subtle, but it was a good effort on her part - but before he would move to strike her back, he hoped to speak. It wasn't often one found someone so close to their breaking point, afterall.​
"Kiara Ayres?", he said between her flourish.​
"Who?", he repeated, the apathy on his face more an insult than a true expression of his emotions.​
"You strike at me like it was I who murdered her - but perhaps it was what I represent.", another duck.​
"Was it not you who failed to protect her? You who now exact your revenge on any and all who represent your failure? Why should I suffer for your weakness?"​
And with that, his hands darted out - moving to grab at the wrist that held her saber, and the other for her throat. Fingers looking to tighten themselves around her throat, strength to hold her still despite never hoping to harm her despite it. His eyes squinted, ruby pools in a black ocean looking over her features as he spoke in a low tone;​
"Unlike you, I learned to protect what I love. I grabbed strength from the Galaxy's Maw, and hold nobody accountable but myself for my failures. I am unbidden, uncontained by blame - everything I am, and am not, is of my own design and capability. Perhaps it is time you did the same."​

 

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It was like swatting smoke with a broom, every stroke, thrust, and flourish seemed so close to hitting him, and yet she hadn't even brushed the Sith Lord. All the same, she maintained the robust offensive tempo on him until he had quite literally pushed her back from him, and mentioned Kiara's name dismissively. She had to ignore him... Just focus, just like she had trained for. Years over, at that. And still, nothing... Only his mocking voice, and her failure to connect.

And his voice... Grating her senses, trying to expose her failure; talking down to her in a way that felt worse than Master Sinvala when you got on her bad side. And yet she kept the pace and distance with him taut, and compact. Never leaving within six feet of him (unless he chose it of course), desperate to hear that sound of the saber singing flesh, the gasp of release as he dropped. To her merit... Never losing the edge that the battle could be hers, although she knew better.


"Was it not you who failed to protect her? You who now exact your revenge on any and all who represent your failure? Why should I suffer for your weakness?"

That was the first gnarled finger that he had pressed into her psyche, breaking her assault as she stared in disbelief. The dual hum of her sabers seemingly louder than ever, one a steady tic-tic-tic-tic, while the other growled idly. What did he say? That... Wasn't true. She shook her head, moving markedly slower than she was a moment ago. fingers loosed on her saber hilt as she tried to keep her composure. However, he knew all to well what he was doing, and Aayla had given him enough via her outburst.

She had read enough, and been trained well enough to know that the Sith most preferred to recruit from the ranks of their mortal enemies. Many theories existed as to why, though it could be for any reason. That was why she knew better than to respond, to take heed to any of it. Yet, if she knew better, why did she have so much she wanted to yell, and scream at him?

Why?

Her concentration lapsed, and she was suddenly in his clutches, the air being sapped from her while her weapon was rendered useless by his control of her wrist. She struggled, but found herself useless in his clutches, Wondering for a split second if he was right... What could she do? She remembered Sev'Tok, tapping into pure anger as the Bryn'Adul slaughtered innocents around her. Remembered how easy it was to obliterate an opponent with the Force, but even that now seemed impossible; all that was left was to die? So it seemed...


'Trust in yourself'

She opened her eyes at the whisper, her loosening form finding strength to struggle against him again. And yet, there was still not enough strength to repel him...

"Unlike you, I learned to protect what I love. I grabbed strength from the Galaxy's Maw, and hold nobody accountable but myself for my failures. I am unbidden, uncontained by blame - everything I am, and am not, is of my own design and capability. Perhaps it is time you did the same."

She winced at the words, knowing with surprisingly clarity the only reason she wasn't dead yet; never... She would never, could never...

'Trust, in the Force.... Aayla... AAYLA!'

She saw it then, the woman... Her Grandmother. If she could even call her that, sitting nearby watching lazily as Aayla was slowly choked unconscious. Offering a dismissive shake of her head, though she was smiling at the young padawan. Standing and moving away, leaving her alone... Sinking into non-existence.

Useless. Those stupid visions, and all she could manage was sitting on a tree to tell h-... She closed her eyes, nodding in his grasp.


"K..."

The choked reply came, all she could muster, as the index, and middle finger of her left hand made a sudden flick of motion; breaking off the sharp point of that tree branch, and rocketing it towads Darth Empyrean Darth Empyrean 's back at high speed.



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The branch surged from the darkness with strength uncommon - pointed directly at Maliphant's back. He had felt its approach, but allowed it to come close; within just a few feet before it stopped in its tracks at the pressure of his own telekinesis. Just enough to keep her in the fight; to remind her she had a chance, so long as she was willing. With it, he let her go - releasing the iron grip on her wrist and throat only to let the padawan slump to the ground as he took a few steps away; the branch still in its own stasis.​
Maliphant quietly plucked it from the air, and let it slowly transition into something familiar. The Staff he was well known for carrying - Kala'anda, forged from the spirits, blood, and bone of a thousand force warriors before them. It's impervium counterweight offered a loud crack against the ground as he planted it - turning back to the padawan before him; once more bathing her in the gaze of the Sith Lord.​
"You remembered someone.", he said to her - cold and drawn out.​
"Someone gone, someone here - it didn't matter; but they failed to impart upon you the strength you needed to kill me. That is what you want, isn't it? To kill me?", Maliphant asked with a cock of his brow, testing her resolve on the matter with a simple question.​
"The Force abandons you in my presence, child - it won't protect you. It didn't protect those you love, either, but you still can. Grab power from the depths, stop dancing on the line of anger and strike me with it. The longer you deny yourself the strength to protect what you love, the more you will lose."​

 

Aien Mueller

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You know those types you don't want to meet in a dark alley?

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Weapons (assault team)- T-73 Handgun, Combat Knife, FTB Rocket(2 FYB Rockets each, 3 with Flame Carpet warhead)
3 Grenades (each), 2 Fire Grenades (each)
(Infiltrators)- Carbine(Suppressed), T-73 Handgun(Suppressed), Vibroswords, Combat Knife
(Snipers)- M-14 Sniper Rifle, Wrist Blaster, Carbine, God gun
(Assault)- RI-17 Assault Rifle-w-LPD53 Grenade Launcher(5 FYB 40mm grenades each), T-73 Handgun
(Heavy Weapons)- Minigun(if in the field), Defender-Automatic Weapon(if in CQC) Assault Rifle
GOLD TEAM: Azrael(Assault/Team leader), Castiel(Assault/Pathfinder), Jegudiel(Cover)
BLUE TEAM: Sauriel(Sniper 1), Michael(Sniper 2), Omael(Overwatch/Sniper3)
RED TEAM: Gabriel(Demo/EOD), Bartleby(Tech/Team Second), Samael(Heavy Weapons)
GREEN TEAM: Chamuel (Infiltrator/Slicer), Zadkiel(Infiltrator/Assassin), Raziel(Infiltrator/Assassin)
ALPHA (Lead/Point/Pathfinder) = Castiel(Assault/Pathfinder), Zadkiel(Infiltrator/Assassin), Raziel(Infiltrator/Assassin)
BRAVO (Primary/Cover) = Azrael(Assault/Team leader), Gabriel(Demo/EOD), Bartleby(Tech/Team Second), Chamuel (Infiltrator/Slicer)
CHARLIE (Cover/Drag) = Sauriel(Sniper 1), Michael(Sniper 2), Jegudiel(Cover), Samael(Heavy Weapons)
PEGASUS 1- Jeremiel(Pilot), Barachiel(Weapons)
PEGASUS 2- Ariel(Pilot), Uriel(Weapons)
PEGASUS 3- - Barachiel(Pilot)*
PEGASUS 4- Uriel(Pilot)*
*When needed. Weapons Intercept officers will be assigned randomly

FIST
RONTO 1- Raguel(Driver), Selaphiel(Gunner), Jegudiel(Cover)

Ship Captain/Teams Overwatch - Seraphim
Ship Engineer/Tech/Teams Overwatch - Jophiel
Ship Corpsman - Raphael
Ship Pilot(s)/Gunner(s) - Batariel,Jeremiel, Barachiel, Ariel, Uriel
ORDERS: Continue mission
Tag: Aayla Shan Aayla Shan Darth Empyrean Darth Empyrean
[Any text in brackets signify comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]


There were no gracious reunions or silly introductions, there were no planning sessions or debate-filled meetings. They were all professionals, and while there was little more than head-nods, that was all that was needed, each team member read the Jedi’s “jacket” and she could no doubt read their minds. What’s more, they knew their mission objectives and their personal responsibilities. They were here to finish their mission and she was here to ensure they could complete it. Conversely, at least in Azrael’s mindset, they were here to provide cover for her when and where they could.

[Need eyes on the Jedi.]

[She’s in over her head, boss.]

He could have asked, but the Team leader had a creative enough mind to imagine just what his sniper meant. No doubt that Shan was facing down a Sith and though capable herself, if she was in over her head, it was only a matter of time.

[I have a shot.]

[Negative, do not give away your position. We’ll handle it.]

[I’m taking the shot if you present me one.]

Azrael just chortled.

[Fair enough] Bart, get’em ready to move.

Rock’n’Stock.

As the team prepped themselves and moved out, Gabriel set another charge. In the meantime, they were now up one member as Raziel ziplined her way in from the sniper’s post. There was a need for one “cover” in the position they were in a crevasse on the rockface, but no need for a second. She was a welcome sight as now “Alpha” was able to move as a unit, even down one Infiltrator.

Slowly and in complete silence using their extensive stealth training the advance team made their way to the next post. This looked to be unused and they were ready to move on as “Bravo” moved up, but Gabriel had an idea. Or more specifically…

Eye-dea.

What’s the idea?

Gabriel just looked at him, the glare could be felt through the helmets.

]”Eye-dea”

Make it fast. [Sit-rep on Aayla.]

[It’s going downhill fast.]

Michael didn’t know for sure, but it looked like, at least through thermal imaging, that the Sith was almost toying with her.

[Suggest explosive round to distract her opponent and give her an opening.]

[Negative, do NOT give up your position.]

Azrael’s insistence was coming from the possibility that since they were both using “God Guns” the heavy firepower of those sniper rifles will offer a trail that an educated shooter could follow right back to them. It was a small possibility, but it was still there.

[Two patrolmen headed your way… one second… you’re welcome.]

[Explosive round into the window sill. No trace or trail.]

This right here was why Aien Mueller “Azrael” would put his snipers, and team up against anyone in the galaxy. They were the most intelligent, confident, and capable, and always thinking. Not to mention skills, during this, Gabriel was busy setting up flash grenades into a chain reaction “booby trap”.

All she has to do is lead the Sith in here, pull the pin on this one I’m holding, and close her eyes, the rest will go off on their own.

Fething Genius.

[Michael, Green light.][@Aayla Shan when you get your opening, follow the path to the east into the guard station, pull the pin and close your eyes.]

The flash grenades would not stop the Sith, but it should slow him down enough to give Aayla a fighting chance.

Let’s move.

Aayla would be moving east. They were moving closer to their objective, the northern crosswalk.Their next destination was a power generator that was easily defendable for the few minutes Gabriel would need to rig it to blow.

...
... yeah, we scare them.

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Breaker of Chains
Codex Judge
Objective II: Evacuation
Location: Outskirts of the City
Allies: TSE
Enemies: SJC / Random Sithspawn
Tags: Sofiel Sofiel / Jace Rhane Jace Rhane / Starlin Rand Starlin Rand / Lirka Ka Lirka Ka / Eugen Aker Eugen Aker
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He had thought that the tremors would be the worst of the obstacles in his path. He had been proven wrong all too quickly. Vile creatures, some crawling from the depths of the planet while others arrived from offworld, were already running rampant across the smaller settlements that dotted the landscape. Alisteri did his best to avoid them, the terrain being used as cover and obstacles as he made his way past the smaller groups in his way. Sithspawn, they're called. He vaguely remembered their name from what little information that he had learned from his holocron.

A name that none of these monsters are worthy of.

They were beasts with no leash, and with his small presence in the Force combined with their ravenous hunger, they saw him as food just as much as they did everyone else. The ones that tried to pursue him were felled, separated and then cut down one by one. It delayed him from reaching the city before the hordes of Sithspawn began arriving, but it was of no matter.

One way or another he would get inside and get people out, regardless of whatever barred his path. Luckily, or unluckily in this case, the Sithspawn had already began throwing themselves at the gates with reckless abandon, meaning that most of the attention would be on them. For the time being at least. Now I just need a way in. A gap in the wall...one little step out of place...or...oh.

His gaze, which had been sweeping over the defenses, stopped at the sight of a drain. A sewer drain right outside the city, just far away enough from the gates to be unnoticed by the teeming hordes of teeth and claws in the area around them. Of course, going through it wasn't exactly ideal nor sanitary, but it was the only way in without going through the gates or over something else.

Well...any entrance is a good one.

He took a moment to prepare himself for the task ahead, and quickly moved to the gate to cut it open and allow him entrance.
 

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It was hardly a surprise he would turn his back on her, having her outclassed so heavily. She shakily got back to her feet; letting the oxygen wash her lungs, and retrieving her still attached sabers from the ground. It was neither a surprise that he was still speaking his poison. The epitome of 'sounds good'. Which it did... It seemed like a perfect idea what he proposed. Let loose. Indulge, may even have been a word one could use. However, Aayla couldn't. Not again. Not anymore...

The game they played was dangerous, and she knew her worth to not only the galaxy, but her friends. To listen to Maliphant would have been to condemn her friends to death, giving him a pipeline into Silver Rest, among other places where she was trusted. And as ominous and foreboding as it would sound (most especially in her current predicament, with someone who could arrange it), she would die first. She would subject her mind and body to hell itself before she caved into his demands.

Perhaps this was the wake up call she needed, realizing that...


"The Force abandons you in my presence, child - it won't protect you. It didn't protect those you love, either, but you still can. Grab power from the depths, stop dancing on the line of anger and strike me with it. The longer you deny yourself the strength to protect what you love, the more you will lose."


Maliphant was right about her... He was spot on, in fact. The proof was strewn around them, slowly dying out. She carelessly walked a dangerous line, unaware how easily she could slip. Her childishness, and unprofessionalism could end up spelling doom for her peers, friends, family, and even herself. However, there was one thing wrong about what he had said... Two, actually.

"Lies... The Force will never abandon me, Darth... And she was always one of our best. She was true to herself, and the Jedi till the end. As I will be..."

The radio chatter caught her attention, and she would unclip the sabers, reverting to only using a single; the cerulean blade she had made herself as a child, flourishing the weapon as she turned and sprinted away from him. The East Guard tower was her destination, though she couldn't outright outrun him, she needed to keep his attention, keep the fish dangling on the line as it were. The team was counting on her...

Aien Mueller Darth Empyrean Darth Empyrean








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One of your best, and still not enough.”, he said in a cool and demeaning tone.​
Yet as he spoke, she bolted - running, faster in the direction of the east guard tower. Maliphant sensed it wasn’t to escape; but curiosity was often the bane of the Cat. In this moment, he was little more than a cat playing with its mouse, so he would indulge her - curious as to what it was she hoped to impart upon him. A trap, an ambush perhaps, or even a Ysalamiri as so many of the Mandalorians had attempted when he killed them.​
So he’d watch her - sprint and run, dash and dive under and over obstacles of various sorts - but he would travel at a walking pace. Only the soft tap of his staff would warn of his approach; appearing next to her from the void just as she entered into the tower. Whatever plan she had made for him, he had gladly walked into - be it on purpose or not, as a means to taunt her or warn her, there was no way to discern.​
But he spoke nonetheless;​
Convictions will not protect you, nor will the title of Jedi. Only you can - whatever it is you want to call yourself.”, he said to her. In a moment of empathy, he seemed to lower his tone - though his eyes were as hard as ever.​
I was born a slave, child. Raised, beaten, abused like cattle; and no matter the struggle, it was not the Jedi who saved me. It was me - who killed my masters, broke my chains, and learned to protect what I love. For all the good I have done to save those I love, to crusade my convictions - would you think less of me solely because I do not call myself Jedi? Because I had the courage to hold onto everything I wished to?”​
We are the same - only you believe the title you carry more important than what you do with the saber you carry. Words are wind, Jedi, something your order has yet to realize.”​

 
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I: THE VAULT
WAYLAND
Tags: Caltin Vanagor Caltin Vanagor | Celeste Demici Celeste Demici Darth Angonous Darth Angonous Sicarius Hekate Sicarius Hekate
Gear:
Armour | Sword

A nod of understanding to Caltin.

"Sergeant," he called on the attention of Reek Squad's leader, who sidled up to the two Jedi Masters with weapon in hand.

"Sir."

"Master Vanagor and I will continue unescorted. You and your team will follow from afar, hidden from view. Report on enemy movement, but do not engage unless ordered."

A look of disappointment from the NCO.
"Masters, my men and I are prepared to march through hell for you. Are you quite sure--" Thurion placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Your valour is not in question here, Sergeant. Nor that of your men. But this place reeks of an ambush, and we can't all get caught in their trap. Keep us in your sights, but keep your distance. It's for your own safety."

Reluctantly, the sergeant complied and gestured for his squad to come with him, leaving the pair of Jedi to their task. Thurion turned to Caltin, a look in his eye that spoke of pity for Reek Squad's commander.
"It is for their own good."

Continuing the last stretch just the two of them, they found themselves standing at the foot of Mount Tantiss. Hidden, they observed a shuttle being loaded by one of the Vault's entrances, with a platoon's worth of Sith troopers stationed around it.

"Can't have been here long," he spoke softly. "Haven't had time to erect more than basic defences, with only a couple gun turrets. I count thirty-two." His fingers drummed on the grip of his sheathed sword.

"Caltin, how should we play this? I'm not worried we can't take them, I'm worried once the shooting starts we'll have every Sith inside that mountain sallying out. Ideas?"
 

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