Skirmish Return of the Sith [TSE vs SJC]

[Caltin Vanagor]

IT'S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN...​

Location: In the vault - Wayland

Spoiler: Lightsabers

"ELOAH" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)

Spoiler: GEAR

Comm-link, Rebreather, Custom Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added)Advanced Jedi Utility Belt

Spoiler: STARSHIP/COMPANIONS

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 Celeste Demici Darth Angonous Sicarius Hekate

Being hidden was surprisingly effective around this mountain as it seemed to be so opened up. Caltin was watching the guards and thinking about exactly how to approach this as Thurion asked him. The Lion King was a legend in his own right and was more than capable of handling himself so there was no need to be concerned about his safety, well there was as always, but he could free his mind up a little more to focus on the foes in front of him.

In truth, it was tricky on how to approach. Caltin's initial reaction would be to just barrel in but like Thurion had brought up, they could draw out Sith that they do not know are there. Then again, that could work the other way around too. Pulling Conservator into his hand, Caltin looked on a little more thoughtfully. Reek Squad didn't seem to like him very much but they were professionals and seemed to want to be in the fight. That could work to their advantage.

We do have some very antsy Rangers following us. What say we play the "obvious" approach? Sith generally think that we're stupid and would just march up to them and declare our intentions. Why not use that? You block your aura, get the two former Padawans in Reek squad to block theirs, and I draw out their forces being a big dumb boulder.

He smirked at his own remark.

... YET THE DAWN ALWAYS COMES.

 

[Viatore]

Darth Ophidia

The odd green creature would slowly land in his stealth ship before exiting. He was supposed to look for some vaults or something. Search for any new tech he could find. The natural born engineer was ready for the job at least. He would crawl out, looking around for the entrance before hearing a voice, and quickly turned to climb a tree to hide and listen. The he watched a Sith disintegrate a door. Well.... That worked. He'd quickly crawl down, running to catch up before calling out.

"Hey! Maybe I can give your oh so mystical self a hand with the more... technical side of things."

 

[Celeste Demici]

Hyrva Vh'akli
Prophet of the Worm Emperor; Truthspeaker, The Prophet, Lady of Throdog N'ghftor, Witch Elder​

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 | Sicarius Hekate
Enemies:: Caltin Vanagor | Thurion Heavenshield

[ Whispers and Madness ]
<"Dark words or ur-Kittât"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

Ftagnshogg, ahh or'azath ng or'azath, ainah ahor ymg' ai!

The enemy came closer and closer, at least through the Force the woman felt it. But she also sensed that two Sith were also heading in their direction. Hyrva stopped on the stairs. Then she may not even need to get closer. The woman was not a warrior, not in the normal way. She could influence others through the Force, or just summon demons and eldritch horrors from another dimension. These were her strengths. She was not a coward, but knew her abilities. And since there were those who defended her, she could have avoided open confrontation as well. She could have helped from a distance, better, more.

Ftagnshogg, ahh or'azath ng or'azath, ainah ahor ymg' ai!

That’s why she turned and went back to the library where she had worked so far. Since there was no comfortable place here, she decided she would meditate floating. The Prophet settled in a cross-legged sitting and then rose from the ground with telekinesis. Her tentacles twisted in all directions for a few more moments, then calmed down on the woman's shoulder or snuggled against her back. Hyrva closed her many eyes, and now she didn't need physical vision. Now she needed something different, to see in the Force than she had always done since birth; for the woman was blind in her original form.

Ftagnshogg, ahh or'azath ng or'azath, ainah ahor ymg' ai!

As she closed her eyes, a whole new world unfolded before her, there were no walls, no colours, only the Force. The Truthspeaker reached out with her mind to those she felt closest to her. The two Sith were not worthy of the Prophetess of the Worm Emperor's attention, she will not reward them with whispers. The enemy, however. For them, this is not a reward, but a punishment, a torment. When her consciousness reached the Jedi team, she reached out carefully after their minds…

Ftagnshogg, ahh or'azath ng or'azath, ainah ahor ymg' ai!

~ Y' ymg' mgr'luh, Y''ll llll nog ymg'! ~ Thurion, Caltin and their soldiers could hear the insane whisper of different voices in their minds.

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Objective One
Engaging: Darth Ophidia
Gear: see signature

Travot quickened his pace, striding through the caverns as far from the spotlight as he could. Doubtless someone is going to find that guard or wonder why he didn't check in...maybe I should have taken his blaster or destroyed it? He shook the thought away. Haste meant that he would inevitably some mistakes - which was fine so long as they were not fatal. And being preoccupied with other thoughts is another one...The large man stepped into a tiny alcove off of the main corridor to quickly retake stock of his situation.

He listened intently, half expecting to hear hurried footsteps following in his tracks.

But none came.

The man shut his eyes and began to breathe slow and deeply, helping to resharpen his focus as he mentally waded into the currents of the Force. Some described the experience as seeing colors in the Force. Yet for the susevfian, the experience was far more intuitive, as if he were lazily drifting down a river that was about to separate into different streams, and he had to chose one.

Going back seemed pointless and dangerous. Yet he felt that by going forward, there was also a dangerous presence - perhaps even one more dangerous than that he had just left. Yet he also felt like something more fulfilling was there. He stepped out of the alcove, feeling a bit of renewed confidence as he quietly strode down the rough hewn walls. As he rounded a bend, he could see a faint blue flickering glow - something clearly not natural. And with it on a more internal level he felt that the dangerous presence that the Force had drawn him to before. He edged closer, hopefully to silently come up upon the other being, but it was not to be.

His boot managed to skid on a bare, slippery rock face just before he neared the group - a woman, a droid, and though he could not see it yet - something else. That last presence - yet unseen yet dangerous should have told him to be more cautious - a warning he belatedly took with a half-step backwards. He gestured at the door in front of the group with the wave of one arm while his other hand reached for his lightsaber.

"After you, of course."

 

[Saeva]

Objective 1 - The Vault

Saeva was among them. Various presences laid scattered about his consciousness. Their magnitude differed, and came flavoured light as well as dark. He knew none from experience. The dark ones in particular interested him, or so he told himself. The light excited him. There was challenge and an intoxicating rush down that road… Yet he knew they were but a distraction. It was for the dark ones he had come. Not the live ones, that came later, but for the lingering ripples of the Dark Side, long since buried but never quite forgotten.

Saeva hadn’t travelled with them. They had come, and at some point, he simply was there too. His own presence was but one of many, but it blended well with the dark ones. He did not take care to mask his own, or perhaps he did not know how. However, he had made an effort into masking himself. He was clad in an armour that did not look like anything special. Perhaps that was the point. It, along with the black hooded robe he wore on top, masked his features. Combine that with the helmet, and there was no telling what species the man was, or indeed, if he even was a man.

A dark gloved hand pressed against the wall of the cave. Enough time had been wasted looking for an entrance, but here it was. Whether it was the right one he couldn’t tell. If nothing else it was an entrance, and that was good enough for now. Soon he would have to stop seeing rock and start seeing metal, or anything indicating this was more than it seemed and not a giant waste of his time.

Saeva paused, instinctively looking to turn over his shoulder even as he knew he would not see anyone standing behind him. They were too far away. But someone was getting closer… No time to waste then. The masked figure pressed on.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Objective: The Vaults.
Location: The Labyrinths.
Travot Ravenna Viatore

The droid looked at Darth Ophidia's companion, then around for its master. Presuming it was now in charge, the droid waved the strange creature closer with a gesture of approval. The masked humanoid did not really move, but watched out in the distance behind them, as if it looked straight past Viatore. Only when he spoke did the humanoid look down at Viatore, then nod approvingly along with the droid.

They were certainly a strange pair.

Ophidia looked back for a moment to observe the conversation, but rather than engage, she took a moment to climb up to the shelf above the door. There, she traced her fingertips over the rock, which felt like a curtain frozen in place. It was fascinating to her, and now that her little search party was discovered, she felt a surge of frustration rise.

She wanted what was inside this vault.

"You bring guests?"

Ophidia looked over her shoulder, face mostly hidden under the dark hood. One eye, like an ember laying in ash, glowered at the Jedi and the strange Sith alike. Turning slowly, she kept her left shoulder to them, making herself a narrow target and hard to hit. Her hands vanished into dark sleeves, as her eyes narrowed in cold fury.

"Get him."

The masked figure that had accompanied her quickly turned, pulling a long, metal blade from his robe and lashing out at Travot with a quick thrust.

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Objective One
Engaging: Darth Ophidia Viatore
Gear: see signature

"Get him."​

Apparently I'm not in polite company. The woman, what little of him that he had seen before, seemed to vanish from his eyesight. He was cognizant enough to realize that this vanishing trick might have resulted from her physical skills or mystical knowledge of the Force, it was far more likely the result of his own consciousness focusing far more on the rushing form of the cloaked swordsman. Travot frowned.

Sith wielding blades was not a new phenomenon - Sith Swords were a thing of beauty to the man, after all, despite their dark origins and tempting calls. Yet those who wielded them tended to fall into two camps in his experience. The first and more rare were extremely deadly martial artists who used the unfamiliarity of their weapons along with excellent skill to defeat their opponents. The second and far more common were more unskilled - wannabees who were not Force sensitive enough to construct their own lightsabers or simple thugs who had grown up using vibroblades in any number of underworld slums or backwater worlds. Judging by the other being's rush to get him, he guessed it was probably the latter. But making snap judgements was always a risky endeavor - he couldn't even tell exactly what sort of blade the humanoid was wielding.

Travot managed to angle himself into a basic combat stance used by many Soresu adherents, with his lead right foot pointed towards the incoming swordsman and his left heel slightly back and at angle. He flicked a switch on his saber, causing his sapphire-hued blade to spring to life, which bathed the immediate area around him in a cool light. In the pale light he could make out menacing features on the bladesman's face. Is his blade made out of Cortosis or some other lightsaber-resistant material? Or is he just crazy? Travot decided that he did not wish to find out.

With his free left hand, Travot scrunched his fingers together and flicked the hand towards the ground - a telekinetic grip took ahold of the bladesman and abruptly pulled him towards the cavern floor. Even as his opponent haphazardly fell forwards, the metal blade swung forward towards, striking right near his toes. Travot quickly stepped forward towards his opponent and swung his left hip forward before delivering a snap kick straight to the humanoid's face. The bladesman crumpled onto the ground unconscious, sword clattering against the hard surface.

Now where were we? He could no longer see the woman, though he could feel her presence nearby - and that worried him. He edged away the swordsman and assumed a more practiced and refined Soresu stance, holding his saber in a close, almost vertical guard even as he eyed the unusual alien engineer and the droid. Travot tilted his head at the prone swordsman as he made eye contact with the ghastly form of Viatore .

"Friend of yours?"

 

[Lirka Ka]

Mercy was a foreign concept in this place, Lirka twirled and sliced with impunity as she progressed: if it did not represent a warrior of the Bastard sith, they were graced with a swift flick of her blade: the deaths of the villagers were savage, but quick: far less grizzly than what the beasts provided, their corpses fell to the ground with great burning gashes and organs failed and lungs scorched. The Jedi were near, she could feel it. And with another quick and vicious one-handed swing of her mighty blade a head flung to the sky,

Catching the corpse's head by the hair, Lirka let it dangle at her side as she slowed to a vilely casual stride through the murder. She could see the light of Jedi in the distance, finally, a true challenge. Finally, Jace Rhane came properly into view. Lirka was a towering thing, inhuman but uncannily a person all the same: that dark powersuit whirled and hissed as it worked, clinging to the monster beneath like a second skin. The light from the plasma tracing her alien weapon crackled and flashed against the backdrop of carnage. She said nothing, planting her feet to the ground for a moment as if to obey the Jedi's command.

Before tossing the severed head to his feet. Letting the silent thud ring for a moment before the low, crackling, chuckle droned out from the metal behemoth. Then she spoke, her words distorted by the nearly blank and emotionless helm that bore down upon the "newly" arrived Jedi.

"Jedi, so predictable. So pitiful."

And with that she took hold of the second handle of that long machete-like blade, taking some bizarre alien stance: invitation as much as preparation for the dance to come.

"I'm going to enjoy this."

She paused for a moment, letting their stances linger: two patient warriors waiting to see who would make the first move, and Lirka was ecstatic: she had been around the likes of savages and marauders for too long, it was time to finally engaged in some refined murder.

 

[Viatore]

Viatore looked back though his breathing mask, surprised by the Jedi. He looked back up at the Sith, shaking his head.

"I didn't invite the Jedi." The engineer would then then quickly take steps back, and slip something from his back over one of his arms. He quickly moved back, knowing the Jedi might not know exactly what his species was capable of. He looked scared for a moment, doing his best to faun it even in his mind. "He... is. Please don't...." He needed just one more second, then it charged. He gave his species equivalent to a smirk, then quickly through a punch into the air, only for it to release a concussive blast from a repulser, similar to some Mandalorian vambraces, but with a bit more kick.

"Badrin (made up insult word for his species, basically a harsher version of stupid), Jedi." He would then quickly run into the ruins, trying to catch up to Ophidia without the Jedi following him. He'd look around, crawling up and looking for anything technical he'd need to keep in mind for later. His size was definitely and advantage for getting away. He would soon noticed the Sith, and crawl over. "Find anything? I want to see what this planet hides."

Darth Ophidia Travot Ravenna

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

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

"We do have some very antsy Rangers following us. What say we play the "obvious" approach? Sith generally think that we're stupid and would just march up to them and declare our intentions. Why not use that? You block your aura, get the two former Padawans in Reek squad to block theirs, and I draw out their forces being a big dumb boulder."

Thurion went over their other options in his head, but they all came up short. He knew Caltin's strength and bravery knew no bounds, however he was reluctant to let him place himself in such obvious danger. Still, it appeared they had precious few other choices.

"If you are certain," he touched his broad shoulder, looking him in the eye. "Reek and I will set the ambush. We'll pick our targets and await your signal. Speed and precision is key; we must take them all out before anyone has a chance to report in. May the Force be with you, my friend."

Leaving cover to join Reek Squad, he instructed them to set up their ambush along the treeline from where they had a good line-of-sight on the entrance's defenders. They had a slight height advantage, but this would matter little in case reinforcements were successfully summoned. Reek Squad was poorly equipped to deal with heavy armour or airborne units, whereas Thurion and Caltin could only hold off so many Sith for so long before being overrun. It all had to go smoothly, or it would not go at all.

Just as they finalized their setup however, there was a sudden spike of dark energy as maddening whispers forced their way into each of their minds, filling them with dread and despair. Thurion clutched his head at first, no less affected than the men around him, but was able to suppress the insane jibberish with some effort. It would not be the first time he was overcome with the ravings of another presence.

The men of Reek Squad fared far worse, some tossing their helmets on the ground in the vain hope it would do any difference. Thurion, having banished the voices from his own mind, raised his arms and projected a mental barrier around each one which would block any such further attempts. He could only hope Caltin could manage on his own, and that their plan had not been immediately thwarted.

"That was no Sith speech. There is something... else, waiting for us in the depths of those mountain halls," he ominously told the men as they regained their sanity.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Objective: The Vaults.
Location: The Labyrinths.
Viatore Travot Ravenna

Travot made short work of the masked humanoid, and gave Ophidia some vital information about the Jedi that now intruded upon her prize. When Travot's foot snapped into his assailant, one would expect the figure to slump over unconsciously. Instead, the figure crashed together in a pile of ash and bones, with dark fog rolling out of the now crumpled fabrics. The mask had split open to reveal a face that was long dead and dried, with empty eye-sockets staring darkly into the void and a mouth perpetually open, as if locked in a silent scream.

"You were followed." -she snapped in Viatore's direction. "Aid my droid in getting the door open."

It was heavy, made of phrik, and its systems had gone haywire. There would be enough for the sith mechanic to tinker with. Meanwhile, the lanky droid was gently pulling out wires from the door's panel, trying to secure a connection to its internal systems.

"I will entertain our guest."

It was only her climb that had put her out of the Jedi's eyeline, but that would change soon.

She stepped forward, walking along the top of the shelf. Her form quickly darkened as though the shadows of her surroundings wrapped themselves around her. Then, she vanished entirely, becoming virtually invisible as she cloaked herself in the Force. Her presence was there, but spread and diffused to prevent one from pinning her down. It was a cold presence, like a sudden winter chill.

A shadow and a whisper approached Travot, slipping away as soon as one tried to look at it. A voice carried on the Force, so near one could almost feel the breath behind one's ear.

Such a brave Jedi, to come so far. A mighty warrior, I can tell.

What have you come here for?

Knowledge? Justice? Revenge?

 

[Sofiel]

"Getting lost at this time would be pretty bad, wouldn't it?" There was an old calm about the largest of these gnoll like figures as the Jedi descended. Metal weaponry was easily cut through by saber, as was the flesh behind it. There was no glorious battle to be had against the plasma wielders, not in the way the Butchers preferred at least. They snarled and growled, lifting stolen blasters to try and cut down the Jedi in their way, but they wouldn't stand a chance against the Masters.

But that was the point. Normal infantry, normal Jedi, they'd be overwhelmed by these Sithspawn. It had to be the Masters to stop them. To pull the Masters away from the very people they were trying to protect.

"You've stopped the horde's arrival. But did you see to the survivors?" Gnox stepped through the snarling beasts around him, towering well above them as his red eyes focused in on Wyatt Morga . "Their wounds need more treatment than just simple bacta." Already it would begin. The first, poisoned before, would turn. Throughout the city people who only seemed sick would turn violent. Bodies would twist, flesh would rip. And from seemingly innocent people the very Sithspawn the Master's had come to stop would begin to emerge within the city walls.

If everything went as Gnox wanted, of course. The beastial Sith raised a clawed hand, lightning rippling between his fingers as he neared the Jedi. "Our goal was never to assault the City. Just to pull you out."

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Objective One
Engaging: Viatore Darth Ophidia
Gear: see signature

As someone had served as a jedi since the times of the Galactic Republic, and a frequent voyager to the outer reaches of known space, Travot had come to think that he had seen many things that most other people would never see. But he had never a being quite like Viatore . As the alien engineer spoke, Travot felt like something was off, but what, he did not know until it was too late. The concussive blast buffeted the man backwards, no easy task given the man's size and heavy battle armor. He felt a stinging sensation across his face as he recovered from the surprise attack. His skin seemed to throb and the man found his eyes drifting onto the collapsed swordsman - only to reveal yet another surprise.

He was dead the entire time...Travot frowned. Necromancy wasn't unknown among the Sith, but he guessed that such a power was neither trivial or easily learned. Either the strange alien or the other person that had disappeared from his sight must have exceptional force abilities - either an experienced knight or a master. He would have to tread very carefully. Perhaps I should retreat while I can....

As if to underscore the thought, he began to feel a cold, chilling presence. One that he had only felt several times before, and all while in the presence of powerful Sith on the battlefield. Yet even with his experience, he could not feel exactly where she was...I probably shouldn't be here, at least by myself. Too bad running away doesn't seem to be much of an option...

Such a brave Jedi, to come so far. A mighty warrior, I can tell.

What have you come here for?​

Knowledge? Justice? Revenge?

He cleared his throat.

"Unfortunately, I am neither terribly brave nor intelligent," started the susevfian, "but I think those that impose their will on others should be stopped. Seems to me that destroying cities, lives, and livelihoods ranks pretty high up there. Why are you here? Another treasure to plunder? Another secret of the Force to uncover or unravel?"

It would be pointless to try and pin her location down now. Instead, Travot opted to almost mindlessly walk forwards towards Viatore and the door, while concentrating most of his efforts on generating a Force shield around him that would serve as an outermost layer of defense against what he felt would probably be an attack from an odd angle. He would just have to try and calmly wait for it to appear, and then fully counter.

 

[Jace Rhane]

Dueling the beast, Lirka Ka .

​

The Sith's affection for wanton violence for the sake of bloodlust always made Jace grimace on the inside. They played with fire, and the fire burned what they wanted, but it could not be sated. It was this reason that the Sith would always inevitably fail, no matter how much they built, they were destined to collapse onto each other, or more likely, themselves.

But at the moment, the inevitably of the philosophical debate of the dark side of the force and the light side was met with a certain impasse- being that the dark side, currently, was the one murdering innocent villagers.

Jace was unmoved when the head came his way. There was no death, only the force.

That, a concept which the Sith before him would soon learn.

She was dead in the force- like a boulder in a river, the force moving around them. A vile creature of Vong design.

But the Vong were not new. And Jace was no fool.

He outstretched a hand- and looked around her, the machinations, the parts of her body twisted and contorted. And he stared directly at her, after briefly closing his eyes while searching out through the force. He felt the cybernetics on her body, the tapestry of genes and unholy scientific work that went against nature.

And made a fist, and crushed the air around her, attempting to subdue her with a very violent, if not swift action.

 

[Viatore]

The smaller being quickly moved back at the accusation. He grumbled to himself in his native tongue before speaking up. "I thought my gauntlet dealt with him. Fine. I'll help your primitive automaton." The Gàirdeanan would quickly run up and looked at the door. He eyed the droid before pushing it out of the way, grumbling. "I'll see if she wants you upgraded later. Now just watch for trouble!" He quickly grabbed some tools with his face tentacles, quickly working on the computer, using the droid socket and a screen to quickly begin to hack the door open. He snickered as he managed to open the door before hearing footsteps.

"So I guess I have to fix me new invention...." He quickly ran behind some sort of decorations before trying to use his gauntlet again. He honestly didn't care much what happened to the Sith's droid. If he his it, boo-hoo. He then tried to duck under some old debris, testing just how well the Jedi could follow him.

Darth Ophidia Travot Ravenna

 

[Wyatt Morga]

Nearby: Sofiel

"Sometimes-", he began, whipping his lightsaber around him as his legs compensated for the rapid movement. The azure rod bisected the first of the horde to approach Wyatt - and once the cut was made, he seemed to freeze in place. Then, when the next came in range - another strike and another death ensued. His movements were more staccato, like plucking a string rather than playing it - an odd mixture of hard styled Djem So and Shii-Cho.​

​

It was enough of a glimpse into Morga's style that anyone could see that they faced a master of the blade.​

​

"- we let you drag us into traps on purpose, you know.", he said, as the fifth fell at his feet.​

​

In truth, Wyatt did worry about the growing chaos ensuing within the city. Like the Rakghoul Plague, this sith disease made enemies of friends; and the only saving grace was highly specialized medicine, or Jedi Healers. Besides the makeshift quarantine, they didn't have enough of either - and the casualties would show it. It was all he could do but block out the distant anguish they felt as families were torn apart - often literally.​

​

"So long as you're stopped here -", he said, lifting his blade to collect the lightning Gnox would pass unto him.​

​

"- Our job will be complete, but make no mistake, Sith, we aren't letting you leave this place."​

​

His heels adjusted almost imperceptually beneath him - and his stance grew to hold more power. Gnox would feel it, the sudden flash of strength he had shown Wyatt turned on him as the Jedi Master began to channel the strength of Vapaad. Everything Gnox would give would return unto him with all the collective strength he possessed; but beyond that, he could feel the escalating strength of Wyatt building within that loop, almost putting an imaginary timer above them.​

​

Their fight had a coming limit, one that would gracefully increase the pressure on Gnox until he was all but smothered into the dirt.​

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

IT'S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN...​

Location: Optional

Spoiler: Lightsabers

"ELOAH" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)

Spoiler: GEAR

Comm-link, Rebreather, Custom Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added)Advanced Jedi Utility Belt

Spoiler: STARSHIP/COMPANIONS

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 Celeste Demici Darth Angonous Sicarius Hekate

As Thurion was asking him to be careful, Caltin just smiled as he was eyeing the layout and positioning of the Sith in front of him. They were not prepared for what he was about to do.

No worries, my friend. I’m in my element.

Was it boasting? Maybe. However, Caltin was more than prepared for what he was about to do. He’s done it more times than he can count. It would take a lot of focus and not thinking about Thurion and the Rangers, other than giving them good targets to ambush and hope that they had his back when he needed it the most. All would go well enough though, he trusted all of them to do their job so that he could do his.

Cracking his neck, taking a deep breath, and standing fully erect, Caltin took a few steps out and slowly opened up his aura. Fully aware that the Sith trying to crack open this vault would turn around to see him. The more that turned around though, they would see more of “him” as the electrical energy that now coursed through his veins began to come out. Soon his entire body was emanating so much electricity, he looked to be “crackling”, so to speak.

Ohai! Can anybody tell me how to get to the Rand Club on Hesperidium? I’m late for a party!

Pulling Conservator into his hand and with a

Snap-hiss

He charged into the crowd.

... YET THE DAWN ALWAYS COMES.

 

[Aien Mueller]

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

Spoiler: ARMOR(Mission Specific)

Armor - Cybernetic suit (GOLD, BLUE and RED Teams), "Dominion" armor(GREEN Team)
"Apostle" armor(all, GREEN Team when needed)
Mk II armor-w- Rotary and Blaster Vambraces, Stun Club and Shoulder Mounted Interchangeable Weapon(all, GREEN Team when needed)
MKIII Armor Assault -w- Rotary and Blaster Vambraces, Stun Club and Shoulder Mounted Interchangeable Weapon(Base Variant)(GOLD)
MkIII Tech/Demo -w- Rotary and Blaster Vambraces, Stun Club and Shoulder Mounted Interchangeable Weapon(Grenade Variant)(RED)
MkIII Heavy Weapons -w- Rotary and Blaster Vambraces, Stun Club and (Shoulder Mounted Interchangeable Weapon(Grenade Variant)GOLD)
MkIII Sniper -w- Rotary and Blaster Vambraces, Stun Club and Shoulder Mounted Interchangeable Weapon(Sniper Variant)(BLUE,GREEN)

Spoiler: WEAPONS(Mission Specific)

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

Spoiler: FIRE TEAMS - When Separate

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)

Spoiler: FIRE TEAMS - When Operating together

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)

Spoiler: TRANSPORT TEAMS

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 Darth Empyrean
[Any text in brackets signify comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]

None of them liked leaving a fight, but a tactical withdrawal was necessary to complete the mission. They had a job to do and the Jedi was doing hers so that they could do theirs just like if their roles were reversed. The security holos were on a loop so they were able to move without being detected electronically. They could only jam comms in close proximity to them though, that was a problem as there was heavy comm traffic among the patrols.

Making it into the central command center for security, the team found what looked to be an armory. It had long been raided but looks like efforts were made to recently stock it, with the strewn cargo containers lying about. This gave Gabriel an idea, as those who were manning the station were taken down, and a perimeter was set, the EOD specialist was overclocking the powercells and setting charges around the walls. The place will fall in on itself if the charges are triggered.

Bartleby meanwhile was busy setting up a jamming signal for all non-SJC comm-units. If they were not Jedi, or Jedi affiliated then they were radio silent. His tools were limited, so the desired effect was in no way permanent, and reprogramming the comm-links could counter it, but at least it bought them some time.

Especially since they were slowly losing the element of surprise.

[Two squads moving your way. One from below, one from the North. Suggest exit South.]

[Stand by.] Boss! Blue Team wants us to go South.

Azrael just shook his head as he took an ambush position.

That takes us further away from the objective. Vote. South. Or ambush and down levels.

Down

Down

Down

Not to be a “Debby Downer” here, but I think we’ll all go down. We gotta move, Boss. I just set those charges to a timer and we don’t want to be around when it hits “0”.

Bart, get us going.

Mount up!

Quickly they loaded into the stairwell, the first two covering forward and the rest covering over the side and down the well. Down level by level, they ran into the patrol approaching them. It was almost a stalemate as Samael and Chamuel threw flash grenades down the stairs. The impending “bangs” gave them the opening to rush their foes and cut them down.

As they exited the stairwell, a loud rumble could be heard above, dust and debris soon fell from the upper levels.

Boom baby.

... yeah, we scare them.

 

[Sofiel]

Lightning ripped across the behemoth's form as the very power he aimed to overwhelm Wyatt Morga with was returned in kind. Charred flesh and burnt hair quickly took over the various scents of blood and gore before Gnox closed his hand, severing the electrical current. He clenched his fist, which only caused the marred skin to crack. And yet, the pain it brought didn't seem to affect the beast. Worse, already the wounds were knitting themselves back together.

"Vapaad."

Gnox lifted a large hand. The Dark itself answered his call, twisting into metal and chain. Within his grasp the three pronged flail took shape from seemingly nothing. Each spiked skull dripped with visible poison as he swung the weapon out for the Jedi. "Let's see whose limit will be reached first!"

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Objective: The Vaults.
Location: The Labyrinths.
Viatore Travot Ravenna

Primitive automaton?

Darling was nothing if not a sophisticated android. His programming was state of the art, and while his chassis was antiquated, his computation was state of the art. He was a droid of the Sith, after all. But Darling would have to concede, he was not programmed for breaking and entering. He was programmed for service and for piloting.

It was an insult, but Darling knew better than to stand in the way.

That lesson was also one he employed when Viatore lined up his gauntlet. The droid rushed inside the room after the strange alien, but did not settle with hiding behind some decoration. Instead, Darling rushed deeper inside and scanned the dust-covered panels for what his master desired.

Some would call that a quest for Justice, Jedi.

Albeit one neither clever nor brave.

As Travot walked toward the opening. Darth Ophidia walked with him in the shadows. She prodded his shield, not with sabre or lightning, but with serpents of shadow. They hissed silently and snapped at the shield from below, as if prodding it for a weak spot or seeking to bait him into a response.

As for my purpose here, you will see.

That was when Viatore released the second blast of his gauntlet.

Darling seized a switch and threw it, activating the power and illuminating the laboratory in stark, red light. Dust-covered glass tubes, made opaque with vapour, lined the far wall. Half-made trinkets and stacks of schematics were littered on the floor and tables. The lights hummed, blinked, and sputtered, struggling to keep the room illuminated.