Invasion Return the Favour | EE Invasion of GA held Byss

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Lady Ingrid L’lerim-Ragal
Eternal Empress of the Eternal Empire, Lord Commander of the Wardens of the Shroud
The Red Witch; The Night Queen, Head of the House L’lerim, CEO of the HPI Consortium​

Location: Force Nexus, Moridin's Citadel, Byss
Objective: Where the Nexus rules (Destroy the Nexus)
Equipment: 2x Sigra vibroblade | 2x Striith vibrosword | Heilagr MK. I Assassin Armour | G1 OmniLink || Shield talisman | Empyrean gland | Taozin amulet
Tag: Elpsis Kerrigan

The woman's reaction time revealed a great deal about what she was capable of. It immediately appeared to Ingrid, her opponent not only was a Force User, but a trained soldier as well. Just like her. This has revealed a great deal about what a woman can expect. Plus she even had a lightsaber for her opponent. Ingrid now only took that gun with her to official events, but she didn't know when she last used them. But it wasn't that important now.

Her opponent successfully fought off the attack, although she managed to touch the other with the blade. She knew what it felt like, one member of Bryn’adûl, Osam tore off both legs in the middle of the pain, though there the woman had wounded the other, and it was not just a touch. The woman's reaction was also very eloquent. This pain could only be endured if one was accustomed to it, through constant torture or training. The two red-haired women seemed to have quite a lot in common.

Ingrid, too, was accustomed to enduring pain by always receiving more and more poison until she learned to overcome it. This was also true when trying to influence her mind. That’s why she was able to defeat the Night Spirit and stay alive that day. No matter how good her abilities were, she was unable to defend the next attack from such proximity.

The flames hit her, against which the armour also provided only partial protection. She immediately stepped back a few because it was uncomfortable. She had burns in quite a few places on her body under her armour, which were quite painful, but no sound came out of her mouth to show it. It doesn’t show pain because weakness and the cost is her life, number one lesson she learned when she was barely four years old.

However, she gritted her teeth, no matter how much everything hurt at the moment, the way the armour touched her skin, the way the burnt skin surface tensed, she didn't care. The Eternal Empress swung forward and tried to cut off her outstretched hand.

 

[Ladybug]

Location: Industrial District
Objective: Make A Statement
Gear: Dark Blessings of Kuolema / Varjokävely
Opponent: Vulpesen

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Her eyes were locked on the dying eyes of another soldier, basking in his death when from behind her came a crashing sound. She knew who the arrival was, her murderer. Slowly she turned around eying the man up and down. She found herself less impressed than the thoughts of a true hero she portrayed in her mind. All around the two, the battle raged on but these two; where about to create history. Causally her eyes rolled down to his weapon, a perfect creation of a lightsaber as it remained unlit in his hand. Again, she rolled her eyes down to her two hilts; feeling a swell of pride they would feast on him tonight.

Then he spoke. Whilst his words jowled, she stood in annoyance. He had spoken of surrender, home, and chains. And as he spoke, she found herself being engulfed by other GA soldiers. Where had the Empire's soldiers gone?

The Sith Felacat was bred for death over surrender. Only the weak sought to entertain thoughts of giving up, like cowards. Home? She had a home, once, and though her Father would welcome her home; she had fallen so far that even her loving Father would fail to recognize her. No, there was no home. Then came the word chains. At this singular noun, her hatred began to manifest. She knew of chains, both literal and metaphorically.

"You speak to me of surrender with both absolution and fact," she said with a wink. "But you do not smell like a ," she paused using her high sense of smell to gauge the thing before her, "Sith. Only a Sith deals in absolutions....and you are no Sith!"

Mikilanna was not just an illusionist, or a simple conjuror, but she loved dancing in the minds of the weaker willed. Corrupting the minds of lesser willed individuals was easy, even more so when minds where to focused on a specific directive; like capturing a Sith Lord. And as she and her potential jailer where engaged in small talk; she had slipped her domination into the minds of the gathering GA soldiers, planting her thoughts of murder like concrete shoes upon traitor.

"No. I find no desire to be chained....again," she said tightening her hands around her two hilts. "However, I propose a counter offer," the Sith mocked staring into the soul of her foe. "Kill him," she spoke into the planted minds of the GA soldiers. Like clockwork, they turned their blaster rifles toward the winged fiend, and open fired.

 

[Vulpesen]

Location: Industrial District
Objective: Neutralize Ladybug
Equipment: Raven Wing Pack, VSF Fennec, Varos Cloak, Kits Yelp Bracers, Vulpesen's Lightsaber, Shadow Fox Amulet. three EMP grenades, two frag grenades, 10 miscellaneous lightsabers, Three totems of Familiars(kath hound, Kreehawk, Acklay),

He could feel the malice rolling off of her as every word chaffed at her being. It was the hallmark of a sith and as she spoke back to him, he could feel her presence leaking out and encircling him, touching the lives around him. Inwardly, he sighed. This would not be a pleasant fight. Leave it to a sith to do combat without honor. Still, he sensed that he had touched a nerve with the mention of chains and for a moment, he felt pity for her. How many had been taken unwillingly down this path? How many had found darkness to be their only friend when the evils of the galaxy rose up to consume them?

Her declaration of his affiliation brought a small smile to his lips as memories played out in his mind. 'I was once,' he thought. 'I rose above it.' Her counter proposal came as no shock to him and as the men around him turned, Vulpesen sprung into the air, using a flap of his wings to propel him backwards as shots attempted to trace him through the air in a spray of red. A few of the bolts had caught his limbs, only to be dissipated by the imbuements of his cloak. As he hit the ground, his wings would curl towards his front, creating a barrier which quickly covered itself in a deflector shield to protect the Valde from any fire that had managed to track him.

"Yet you seek to chain and enslave others!" His hands extended towards the gap in his shield, his saber still unlit as the force surged through his limbs. In a moment, the area before him was bathed in golden lightning which raced through the ranks of the controlled soldiers and towards the sith who had twisted their minds. Electric judgement was too merciful to kill, but he didn't envy the headaches they would have when they awoke. If she wanted to use those around her to fight, then he would act swiftly to end the threat. Thankfully, he had plenty of practice in removing the average foe from combat. Even slavers deserved to live and thus he'd lost count of the times he had filled rooms and corridors with electricity to knock out those that opposed him.

 

[Vidalu Na'an]

Objective : Access the Nexus
Equipment: One(1) shoto lightsaber, One(1) standard E-11D blaster carbine, One(1) industrial-strength syntherope (50m), Three(3) standard thermal detonators, One(1) Imperial trooper helmet with standard comm connections
Team: Five (5) Eclipse soldiers, trained in stealth operations. Led by Sergeant Dag Velardi
Tags: LE-03 (Leigh) , Taozi Fuyuan , Loreena Arenais-Valhoun , Kalic Daws , Maijan Paisea , Ingrid L'lerim , Takui , Aeric Kaze , Darth Carnifex
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They came up, unsurprisingly, in a bathroom. the Ghost had to use her lightsaber to cut through the hatch separating the squad from open air, punching through a foot of durasteel. The section of hatch skidded across the room and slammed into a toilet; the resulting puddle had spread halfway across the room before the last of them hoisted their way up.

"You never think of an unholy magical locale having plumbing," Dag grumbled, checking his rifle. He'd been careful to keep it safe from the sewage during their trip through here. "But here we are, sure as Sithspit. Or...Sith-shit, I guess." He looked to the Ghost, who had gone very still, her helmet swinging back and forth as if following a fly weaving in and out of view.
"So, which way?"

He was abruptly aware of the eyes of the other four men in the squad on him, their gazes prickling the back of his neck. Apparently, word of his time at the Observation Post had made its way around, and the others now saw him as the liaison between them and this strange, nigh-mythical agent of the Voice. The fact that the Voice was speaking to him directly for this mission, instead of the Ghost, was probably not helping. At this rate, he was going to get himself a reputation of his own.

The Ghost herself barely seemed to hear him. She was still following whatever it was just above her that was so interesting. The helmet made her hard to read, but Dag supposed that probably wouldn't change even if her face was visible. She was clearly following something up above them, something important but out of sight to the rest of them. She had the gift, after all; he'd seen it himself back during their first mission together. So what was it, then? A noise? A fight, like when she'd guided them around the Emperor at the Post?

The Nexus itself?

The prickling at the back of his neck doubled. He slapped at it, rubbing at his nape as the Ghost suddenly turned to regard him.

"We're close," she said. Dag found himself wondering if he'd forgotten how high and thin that voice was. "We can't go through the door, though. Someone's already there working the locks. We're going to have to bypass the map, punch our way through if we're going to have enough time."

"Punch--" A familiar feeling dawned on Dag almost immediately. If they couldn't use the door into their primary objective, then of course they'd have to make a door of their own.
"So that's why a stealth team's equipped with detonators, huh," he said, smiling ruefully before turning to the men. "You heard her, men. You've each got three detonators. We're going to take a little shortcut."

The men whooped appreciatively, and this time it was the Ghost's eyes that Dag felt boring into the back of his skull. For a second, he could actually smell the acrid smell he'd been imagining--only different, more like used tea leaves set alight. When he turned back to her, though, she only shrugged, in a way the Sergeant could imagine as being playful. She already had an armed detonator in one hand, and that distinctive short-handled, wrist-corded saber in the other.

"Good man," she said, and Dag could hear the hint of a grin in her high thin voice. "If we go out the hall and to the left, the first two wall's'll only need a detonator each."

Thirty seconds later, a hall down the hall and to the left of the bathroom promptly exploded. It was followed by a second, several seconds later. And, a few seconds more, a third.

Ghost Squadron was on the move.

 

[Cara Dorniarn]

Gear: Bonzami II, two bandoliers of explosives and demo kit, other in signature.
Opposition: Wyatt Morga
Objective: Industry no more.

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Her helmet's black mirror reflected the work her hands performed. It was done with the accuracy of any assembly machine, fingers gliding in effortless motions to prime the third bomb in her collection. The blue wire plugged into the receiver; It was that simple to arm. Cara felt a gnawing guilt for making the devices so easy to prepare, especially ones which bore such a purpose as these. The detonator rested heavy on her hip, each movement she made a reminder of what she would be unleashing. It would be an act done out of necessity yet it felt as if she was getting away with high treason. Not treason against any government or order no, nothing so galactic. It was treason against her own ideals.

She spat a curse then shoved the pack onto the factory cornerstone. Having slung the kit onto her shoulder the doctor took a springing step around the building corner, a cache of troops then sprinting down the alleyway she'd escaped. It was warfare's edition of hide-and-seek, Cara keeping her focus on the task at hand rather than twisting blasters. She stalked past cargo loaders then scores of durasteel crates, dipping into a stairwell as Eternal Empire and Galactic Alliance soldiers clashed for a stretch of open duracrete. The tide pushed in the imperial's favor and the Eternal's colors charged ahead.

Cara's featureless visor popped into the air. After a moment passed the helmet fell forward, having been held up by a metal grip. Since no sniper stayed behind and took the bait, Cara hoisted herself over the stair's pipe railing then threw the bag over her shoulder once more. Still searching for signs of activity her green eyes disappeared beneath the black dome. With her HUD back online Cara traced the route she was next to take, the plotted marks for max damage pinned on the wavy holo map. All movement ceased the moment she heard a voice. That was not the kind of offer given by a mere trooper.

Cara turned with purpose, allowing the true weight of her arms to make her step heavy. It gave her an air of firm resolve, a blatant contrast to the regret she bore for the mission. She shook her head, "Needlessly? How charming. If only we all could wave away the threat that festers in the southern reaches. If the Alliance continues to ignore the Bryn'adûl then they should leave alone those who are fighting them. This isn't needless dear Jedi, everyone requires adjustment at some point."

The pack at her shoulder was shrugged to the ground. Servos whined as she pulled herself into a low guarding stance, "It's simply maintenance."

 

[Nichos Velt]

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Location: Sularenopolis , Old Imperial Citadel/Imperator's Plaza​

Equipment: Scrounged up Mandalorian Armor, Red Menace​

Tag: Marlon Sularen , Ben Craig (Enemy)​

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The best times to be a mercenary or a bounty hunter was during times of war. People on all sides always hire a bounty hunter to take out targets they don't like for an increase prices. Or the more likely option was to have them fight for their armies that way the bounty hunters can could take on the bulk of the casualties during a battle. For Nichos, the best part though of no longer being in the military was that they he can use any weapon that he sees fit, no more bullcrap about the rules of war and all that. Though of course it's best to have a code and establish limits on yourself instead of the hypocritical authority figures who have a wonderful talent of projection.​

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Nichos had to admit that he was surprised that his client: Marlon Sularen was giving him his own mini army to lead. Byss was under attack by the Eternal Empire, the area that concerned Nichos however were the Empire soldiers mounting up in an area called Industrial District 14. Velt was to take command of 50 of Marlon's comamndos, take a space shuttle to the District and ambush and capture a man named Ben Craig who is sabotaging the a factory. "So basically bag and tag," Nichos said cracking his knuckles. "As long as you keep the credits flowing boss, I'll bring this Craig safe and sound."​

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He had a picture of what he looked like and Nichos can link the information to his helmet. All that matters was to clear out whoever soldiers Craig surrounded himself with and take him unharmed. If these commandos he'll be leading were worth their salt, then this should be done real quick. A smirk formed on the Bounty Hunter's mouth. He had to admit, he was a bit excited to be leading troops into battle again. That never happened since he left UNICOM. "All right if I need these reinforcements," Nichos asked. "Do I contact you directly or the Loest?"​

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AT-STs sounded a bit excessive but when all you have is a hammer..... might as well use it but damn it'll cause a mess.​

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[Aeric Kaze]

MORIDIN'S CITADEL
BATHE IN THE DARK SIDE
ALLIES: ETERNAL EMPIRE + THE SITH EMPIRE
ENEMIES: THE GALACTIC ALLIANCE + ALLIES
NOTICE: Takui

SONG OR SOMETHING
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Before he could press the gained advantage of shoving the Jedi's blade to the side, he moved.

Not in a way that he had been expecting.

When he spun off to the side, Kaze was sure to move a half step behind him, careful. But not careful enough.

Before he could recognize what was going on, the first foot came around to strike him in the upper chest region. Scoffing, the soles of his feet barely dragging at his robe, he was too slow in turning his face to the side when that second foot came up to strike him in the cheek. He careened off, stumbling, as his right hand moved up to cradle his cheek and mouth.

When he pulled his hand away, Kaze only found blood staining the palm of his gloved hand.

Clenching his fist, Kaze spun back around to face Takui .

He spat the blood that filled his mouth at the ground, to join the rest of the filth that made its home at their feet.

Around them, blaster fire was traded by the men that they had both accompanied to war.

One of many differences between them, was that where the Jedi cared what happened to those he came with, Kaze saw them as a tool. A means to an end.

"If that's my fate,"

Snarling in response, he'd lurch forwards, arms raising above his head before dropping downwards to deliver the rage fueled overhead slash that'd undoubtedly split the Jedi in half.

 

[Wyatt Morga]

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Location: Industrial District​

Opposition: Cara Dorniarn ​

Gear: J-3 "Tranquility" Class Jedi Battle Armour │ Lightsaber​

Wyatt's Meditation Music: Here.​

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“For your sake, I hope you never know that threat as I do.”, Wyatt almost sneered.​

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It was the first time he had so gravenly spat back at someone - be it before, or in combat. For the slimmest second, he could almost feel shame for it; a Jedi known for being so tempered in the face of opposition breaching his own ideals and snapping at a stranger. A poor Grandmaster he would’ve made.​

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The low guard gave him the answer she hadn’t offered directly, and Wyatt knew she intended to fight him back; so he would obliged her, as she seemed eager for. He only hoped he was fast enough to keep ahead of her strikes - and with that final thought, he launched himself forward, bringing his lightsaber in a two handed grip near his waist, releasing it like a spring at her from her lower left quadrant to her upper right.​

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It was a very telegraphed move, there wasn’t a great chance she would be unable to stop him despite his speed, muddled as it was - but that was perhaps Wyatt’s hope. Even during the Sith’s invasion of Kintan, he had made every effort he could to not kill, but his blade had taken many limbs that day; he only hoped today would be no different.​

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“The Sith back track on their treaties, do everything in their power to undermine-”, his blade, being likely blocked, used the momentum of her pushback to wheel around to the other side for a second strike.​

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“- their own reliability, and yet you claim it is the Galactic Alliance that fails to see the threat before us. A failed invasion does not make a war effort, and the Jedi have done -”​

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Another strike between his words, before he dropped into a sweep at her legs. It was in those moments he could feel how much damage Atollon had done to his body, how disconnected he was from the Force. Or was it something else?​

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“- far more than the Sith could hope to have achieved. Lost more, bled more. Do not lecture me in the face of truth.”, Wyatt said with a grimace that betrayed the usual calm he held in battle.​

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Even the thought of the Bryn’adul upset him.​

 

[Takui]

Location: Citadel Grounds
Objective: Reinforce protective elements
Allies: Alliance, Jedi
Enemies: Eternal Empire
Opponent: Aeric Kaze

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There was no breathing room for Taku now. His allies had taken up positions in defense of the Citadel, repeling any attempt by the Imperial elements to press deeper. In that way, they had forced a stalemate. The Imperials could neither fall back from behind the enemy line or press forward to victory, but at the same time, the Alliance could not withdraw wounded or compromised personnel. In the middle of the war zone, Jedi and Sith were locked in mortal combat.

If one of them fell, certainly the other line would break. He could feel every eye from either side on them both. Hatred and excitement, anxiety and hope. Taku wasn't a Knighted Jedi. He wasn't some war hero. The burden on him was transcendental.

His opponent brought the blade down heavily, and Taku grunted as he rushed forward with an upward stroke from below. The blade moved parallel to the ground, held out horizontal until the moment it crashed against the Sith's own. Frustration and rage born hemorrhaged out of the man. Taku stepped backward with his left foot in the final moment, just before their blades converged.

He tugged upward, bringing the blade out in front of him. This way, the Sith could not simply follow through with a powerful horizontal arc and cleave him in half. Taku was reward with a second hissing wail as the sabers connected a second time. The Padawan felt himself struggling, sagging backward. This was more of a grudge match than a proper fight between accomplished lightsaber duelist.

Takui's presence of mind and observational skills were what gave him the ability to fight back. In a contest of raw power, this enemy would have completely obliterated him already.

"Hold the line!" the Padawan screamed out. This was why they had come. This was the only purpose they had. Taku would fight, and if he had to, he would die for this.

He wouldn't go down easy, though.

The young man brought his lightsaber round again, using his momentum as a fulcrum to intensify the blows.

 

[Maijan Paisea]

TASK FORCE XESH
MORIDIN’S CITADEL | NEXUS DUTY
VOODOO IN MY BLOOD

"Dropships have landed. I sensed them through the ground. They must not be using any suppressors on their landing sites it was quite the rumble. Either way, we should prepare ourselves for some kind of confrontation. This place cannot fall outside the hands of the New Jedi Order. It is dangerous and powerful. The Jedi must study it."

An unamused smirk ghosted her lips and she twitched her glance in the direction of the Jedi Knight. “You new?

We are the confrontation. And uh, hate to break it to you but...I don’t think study is the name of the game herre.”

Everything about this place was dark. The current revolted and rejecting specific gaps, like a creek running around stones. Somewhere deeper within, darkness took the shape of something human, or close to it. It was darker than Viribus. Darker than anything she’d ever felt before, and Maijan realized how afraid of the void she was. How much she didn’t want to be here, and how far away she’d prefer to get.

“Though I hope they’ve brought more Jedi ‘cause one ain’t enough.”

Maijan’s gaze snapped up from her boot and at the approaching silhouette who had the luxury of a front-door drop-off. Warily, she glanced in Vir’s direction and offered a roguish grin. “Keep yourr hopes up and they might all come trrue today, Virr.”

“Can’t do much can-ya?”
“Don’t tell me I gotta hold your hand if shit hits the wire...again.”

“Okay.” She admitted, watching as the light-haired Jedi approached. “I won’t tell you.” It was true, though. In a place this dark, this contaminated with badness, and for a task that required so much physical fighting, she wasn’t at her most useful.

“I can back you up, though.”

He asked about a plan, and before she answered, the new girl had a similar question.

“Let’s get a move on, we know how to enter this place? Or we waiting for orders?”

“Just reinforcements.”

"So, what's the plan? The odds aren't looking the best but I think we can survive them!"

None of them knew the plan, and even still, they showed up? In a world pitted in evil and wretchedness? Were all Jedi this willing? No wonder the Alliance placed bombs in her and the Zabrak’s neck. Absolutely no way they would be here without it.

The marble-skinned woman’s lips drew into a thin line, threatening to disappear with her patience. Chaos roared behind them. Sounds of shells exploding, orders bellowing; mortals fighting. The Current churned, avoiding the devastation of the machines.

“Well now that we’re all here, might as well join hands and walk into the void, hm? None of you know anything, eh?” Maijan blinked unhappily and wedged her nail against a final, particularly stubbourn, fleck of mud. When nobody answered, she looked to the Zabrak with dismay and pulled a silver disk from a pocket along her thigh. Motioning for them to follow her, she activated it.

The blue silhouette’s face was obscured and the voice modulated beyond recognition. A safety precaution should the device ever be uncovered and associated with The Alliance. Task Force Xesh was officially unofficial, and entirely off the record.

<Task Force Xesh, you’re to operate as guards for the Jedi as they cleanse the nexus. It’s a dark realm and must be purified, if not, at least neutralized.

It’s up to you to stop, by any means, any that interfere. Including the rebels that informed us of the Eternal Empire’s attack. They have no trust within these borders. Their fight is not ours.>

Through the blue glow, the Firrerreon studied those that had collected about them as they drew closer to the nexus itself. Their mortal shells were visible at this range, but she blinked to activate a more reliable line of sight. The Current twisted and whirled, her eyes glowing as gold as parts of her flesh. Through it’s eternal journey, it indicated portions of the area that were neutral.

“There are rebels inside already. We’ll prevent them from interfering. As well as any Sith.”

ALLIES | GA | Viribus // Mesh Zetnu // Kat Decoria
WAITING FOR THE COMMAND FROM GA ABOUT: Loreena Arenais-Valhoun
ENEMIES | EE | TSE | OPEN TO OPPOSITION, PLEASE PM

 

[Bella]

Location: Space, Byss System
Personal Equipment: Phase IX Anti-G Suit │ X-8 Night Sniper
Fighter: BB and Bella’s Delta-7B “Aethersprite” Light Interceptor - Sapphire Seven
Allies: EE, AoC ( BB-610 Dimitri Lindzinsky)
Enemies: GA (Grand Moff Vel'alari Marlon Sularen Constantine Oliva Gat Tambor Voth Nall)

Talay came rushing back to her.

Triumph over seemingly impossible odds, victory snatched from the jaws of defeat, life emerging from death.

The impossible was possible, especially with the Discorida on her side, fighting for her divine mission to bring about a state of peaceful chaos in the galaxy. Ultimately, their victory was inevitable. The ravages of time eventually brought every empire to their knees, crumbling into dust and ruins as massive armies and fleets were reduced to memories in spite of their previously indomitable presence. While it came as a peculiar irony to her that they were allied to such an empire in striking at Byss, she knew that the major powers of the galaxy would ultimately be the engineers of their own demise.

However, it didn’t hurt to expedite the process.

“This is just like Talay, BB.” Bella began, her eyes taking in the swarms of starfighters as they were disgorged from the hangar bays of the massive beasts of the void, Imperial-style star destroyers, corvettes, cruisers, and frigates, remnants of yet another empire which had fallen into chaos, leaving little but greedy warlords in its wake who had sought to carve out their own spheres of influence amidst a warring galaxy.

This was but one of them.

“We faced swarms there and now we face swarms here.” Bella continued, speaking not only for her own benefit, but also to help the strangely...anxious seeming astromech droid overcome its fears. “We will win here, as we did there.”

From there, Bella accelerated the Delta-7B into the fray, quickly drawing a bead on a pair of TIE Drones before discharging a rapid-fire salvo of antimatter-filled osmium rounds at her targets, shredding the two craft apart within mere moments, rending them unto specks of dust in the void. Another pair of Drones on her sensor readouts, and Bella immediately pulled a hard break turn to bring the nose of her fighter in an aggressive lead pursuit along their flight path. Yet another barrage of fire was released from her craft’s four autocannons as she closed in on them, ripping the two unshielded TIEs to shreds in much the same violent and spectacular fashion as before.

“We can’t keep our distance with this interceptor, BB, there aren’t any missiles on it.” Bella said as she passed through the wake of the wreckage she had wrought, her shields protecting the craft from debris as she did.

“We’re going to be aggressive.” The diminutive pilot finished in a cold and focused tone, as she lined her nose up with the fuselage of another TIE, blowing the drone fighter from the void under a barrage of explosive firepower.

 

[Iasha Rha]

Darth Carnifex Second Son
Maybe Vidalu Na'an or Maijan Paisea ?

Truth be told, while Iasha had heard about sorcerers' ability to conjure beings out of thin air, she had never before seen it in action. When her fellow guardian of Carnifex, Second Son, weaved his magic and spoke the name of that which he sought to conjure, her jaw dropped just a little. An apparition of smoke and darkness appeared before them and followed his command. The acolyte could still only dream of such power.

Should she say something? Maybe he would teach her?
No, be still, be quiet. Listen and wait.

Behind them, Carnifex was still working the locks with his magic and his mastery of the Force. They were some locks if they put up with this much finagling. She bit the inside of her cheek and lowered herself into the Force, and subsequently the feeling of the nexus that surrounded them. The young twilek felt as though she was a hundred meters tall and could crush anything underfoot. She felt the way it empowered her, both physically and in the Force. It was almost as if the area itself, the Citadel, guided her search for others.

"I think someone has found a path inside, a subterranean one." She closed her eyes to follow the Force. "It's wet, and smells foul" Her nose wrinkled at the sensation and something felt like it stuck to her fingers. She rolled it between her fingertips and found the brown fecal matter stuck there. "Plumbing?" Something blue flashed in the corner of her eye and she looked to the side to find nothing. Closing her eyes again, Iasha looked elsewhere for clues to their company. "Combat. The Jedi want to push their way here. I don't know how many, but a plurality."

She had never experienced something like this.

Adversity? That she had experienced plenty of, but these sybillic properties were a new experience. She assumed they were the nexus speaking through her. After all, she was no great Sith, but just a mere acolyte. Here entire presence here on Byss was something of an enigma to her, after all. She was no-one.

But as the Sith had taught her, she seized this opportunity to become someone.

To become perfect.

 

[Auteme]

Darth Prazutis ​

It was like Onderon. Her vision tunneled on the well of darkness ahead. The giant, armor black as night, turned to face her. The hairs on her arms stood on end just looking at the Dark Lord. To face him again-

Again.

She'd barely survived the last time. But she'd survived, she'd made it out, only to watch Iziz burn and its people be slaughtered while she limped away. It hurt to remember. There may not be civilians here but there were people, soldiers who didn't deserve to have their souls trapped in Darth Prazutis's runeblade.

She took a deep breath and expanded her field of view. The carnage he wrought came into focus, as did the stoic warriors who surrounded their liege. She was only fifty meters away down the now-empty street. She was alone. A girl in a jumpsuit against the ruler of the Sith.

But it didn't matter. This time it'd work. She could stop him -- if only for a moment. Every moment made a difference.

The Dark Lord was taking his time. That was just fine by her. Another deep breath. Into the lungs, from the heart, to the hand raised above her head; the Light burst from it and surrounded her in a brilliant corona. She knew that Prazutis's armor had wards against Force Light, but if nothing else she'd be able to keep his guards at bay.

"Here I am, Prazutis!"

Just like Onderon, her mind scolded her body for the very stupid thing she was doing.

 

[Aeric Kaze]

MORIDIN'S CITADEL
BATHE IN THE DARK SIDE
ALLIES: ETERNAL EMPIRE + THE SITH EMPIRE
ENEMIES: THE GALACTIC ALLIANCE + ALLIES
NOTICE: Takui

SONG OR SOMETHING
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Fueled by the nexus, he took the Padawan head on.

It exhilarated him. Enhanced him beyond any comprehension that he had leading up to this point. When his arms came down to bring his blade down onto the Jedi, when he blocked it, he expected to feel a jarring sensation through his forearms and biceps. And when he felt nothing, he'd drop the overhead strike again, certain that the Padawan would not take the offensive, not when his allies secured the entrance.

It was up to Kaze, to break him.

When his blade was expectedly blocked again, he took a half step back, allowing the edge of his blade to drag off the edge of Takui 's. Lurching forwards into that afforded space that he had just vacated, Kaze thrust down at the Jedi's right thigh.

Through the shrouded darkness of his mind that perpetrated his actions, his analytical mind cut through.

The Jedi was on the defensive, in more ways than one. It'll take too long to break him head on. Kaze knew he'd outlast him in a head to head fight, they both knew it. The Jedi was merely stalling, likely for reinforcements to break the assault. I have to be smarter. His right shoulder drove forwards. While he anticipated both of their blades to be occupied on the opposite ends of their body, Kaze's right shoulder drove forwards on a direct path for his side.

If he could get him on his back, he could put an end to all of this.

 

[Takui]

Location: Citadel Grounds
Objective: Reinforce protective elements
Allies: Alliance, Jedi
Enemies: Eternal Empire
Opponent: Aeric Kaze

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If he didn't have a greater purpose here, he might not have stood his ground at all. Less than a handful of months had passed since he joined the Jedi, and his training largely consisted of sloppy, on the spot, trial by fire situations. Faced with what was obviously a superior opponent, instinct took over. The Jedi had told him that his instincts were of the Force, and to trust them.

The lackluster guidance had placed him between a cadre of men and certain death. Or, perhaps it had necessitated that decision. All he had ever heard were that Jedi defended life, at any cost. The line between duty and death had blurred until it was razor thin, and now he was balancing on it like a tightrope.

He dragged the blade in a circle that almost seemed slow compared to their other movements. It dipped low and guided the hate driven blade safely away from striking his leg, but he felt the lancing pain across the meat of his outer thigh. Again, a tear in his garb revealed an oppressive burn that would slowly add up. Even glancing blows from a lightsaber proved debilitating to organics.

Positioning and motion could compensate for muscular inferiority, at least in terms of the lightsaber. When an opponent utilized their uniquely superior physical ability to their advantage however, Taku's ability to respond with his own innovations became severely limited. As the Sith slammed his shoulder forward in the opening created, the Jedi was still wincing from the stinging heat across his left thigh.

He went staggering backward, and favoring one side, he stumbled over himself. His eyes went frantic in that moment, searching for any route of escape. There were none. He watched himself fall backward in slow motion, the blue blade receding into its hilt.

The lightsaber clattered to the ground, useless.

 

[Second Son]

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They had the advantage here. The nexus was the kind to swallow the Light. It was why the Jedi had come to cleanse it. They feared it's power, and wanted to twist it into the Light for their own gain. Ironic, that the Jedi would seek war for power. The thought would of made the Second chuckle if not for the presence growing around him. Darth Carnifex had started his way through the locks. There was no time to let his guard down.

Enemies of all kinds had come to stop this. Something.. Not a Jedi was here. He could feel the destructive intent. Iasha Rha was right. Ghastly whispers erupted around both of them, spoken in the ancient tongue as the Smoke Demon returned to it's master's side. The explosion. The Jedi arriving. Two fronts, two guardians.

"Take the guardian and find the intruders. They've blown a hole to try and get into the vault. They must not disturb the inner chamber." He held out a hand, the formless mask turning to look at the Acolyte. "Your hand." As soon as he was given it he would swipe a dagger, similarly hidden in his sleeve like the lightsaber, across her palm.

"̶̠͚͔̖M̳̬̮͕͓i̸̟͚̖͎r̴͕j͉̘̘̗͘i̙̬̝̪̞̻̟ ̸ͅd̝i̪͔͕̳͓͍â͢ ̣̹͇̰͡S͇̦̯͈̦̜̗͟a̟̖̪t͍̝͚̙̬̩y̤̲͉̰̭i̶̳̥,"
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The blood that dripped pooled, and the gas like form of the Demon reached out to touch it. Absorb it. Then moved to the Acolyte's side. "Use it as you see fit." His attention turned to where the Jedi could be felt. His was not a direct fighting style, and while he was lothe to send an Acolyte alone to face the threat, it was a necessity.

If he could deal with the Jedi quickly, he could assist her.

His saber was extinguished as he brandished the knife he had used, walking to various spots within the room. He had little time before they would surely arrive. One of his armored gloves was removed as he slashed open his own palm.

"I̬̭̱͕͍r̨̼͙̰̼̱͕̬d̶̠̬̟͇̘ͅi̗͇̯͔͓̱͢n̸̜̦͖͕̦͇̙o̘̥̲͙͇h̝͔̯̟̙͝a̩ ͍͡A̟̪n͖̻͚̦̱̺͞i͓̥̘̼m͓.̺̰̥͔̲̳̮ M̲̺̮͜o̙͇͓ḫt͓̘̬̼o̗͈̻͍̮̲͔n͓̹̳̠i̢̙̥̭̪ ͔͎͓̟̪̱A͈͞n̡̩̬̳i̷m̨̘.̠̗̠̥ ͙̙͞Z̛̺u͎͇̹̱̥̩͎͠d̮́y̹̩t͎̳̳̲̬i̛͍͎͕̻̰̜ͅ ̭̮͕An̻í̫͚͕̞̜m͏̦ͅͅ.̞̦"
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Blood dripped freely from his palm and pooled together as he spoke. Then they moved. Pools formed into runes, which imbedded into the very stonework within the room. Then faded from sight. Traps, all with the same intent. To step on these runes would unleash a blast of lightning that would char flesh in an instant.

With his preparations done, and the Jedi closing in, he moved back to the center of the room. He would stand between them and the once Emperor.

Vidalu Na'an | Maijan Paisea | Ingrid L'lerim | Takui | Aeric Kaze | Kalic Daws | Taozi Fuyuan | LE-03 (Leigh) | Viribus | Mesh Zetnu (I ain't sure who's where so I tagged everyone I could see that was in the same objective. pls forgive)

 

[Mesh Zetnu]

Byss // The Nexus @ Moridin's Citadel // Task Force Xesh Maijan Paisea Kat Decoria Viribus // Mesh Zetnu with 1x Bronze Lightsaber, 1 REC/STA-02 Advanced Shocktrooper Armour; Series Two, 1 Dark Khaki Over Cloak
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Mesh listened to the casual nature in which the Firrerreo next to him addressed their task at hand. She was bold to speak this way to the Jedi of the New Order. He studied her and her accomplice with a certain disdainful respect as she gathered them to listen to the holodisk. The blue silhouette gave its orders for their Task Force.

Well, then, that was it, their mission was the nexus itself. Mesh could feel the power it was putting off before him. He could also sense the battle and pandemonium getting closer and closer to them. They must act and they must act quickly. The Jedi must neutralize this dark threat before it could fall into the hands of their enemies. The danger that this could do in the hands of a rebellion without proper civilized oversight was a nightmare. The proposition that could fall into the hands of an Empire as corrupt and evil as the Eternal Empire was an even darker nightmare. There were Jedi and GADF forces already now fighting across this planet. It was time for this task force to do its part.

"Very well, let us begin."

Mesh took a step and reached out with the force. To cleanse a place as dark as the Keep of Moridin's Citadel would be no small task. Here now he called upon the living force, drawing it from the nexus and into himself. Purifying it with his own Force. His experience with dark side energy was vast from his training in the ways of Sith Lightsaber combat. His Juyo was pure enough to be mistaken for that of a Sith Lord and now with this well of experience he absorbed more and more of the energy of the Nexus. Feeling its power and its darkness build within him. He would continue this flow of energy slowly purifying more and more of the force in this room. His voice now booming through the force.

"The Jedi will purify this place. Submit to the will of the force."

Mesh gazed through the room as he pulled more and more of the power urging his fellow Jedi to begin to emulate him. The slow purging of the darkness from the Keep was noticeable. Sun began to penetrate the open slots of stone. He now called on the others beside him.

"Purge the Keep with the light."

Mesh would break the conduit with the nexus and release a blast of Force Light that filled the room. Knowing that this action would cause a massive disturbance in the nexus itself and likely bring any dark side forces to the Keep. Excellent. Let them come. Mesh dropped his dark khaki over cloak to the ground and drew his lightsaber to his hand. Let them come.

 

[Aeric Kaze]

MORIDIN'S CITADEL
BATHE IN THE DARK SIDE
ALLIES: ETERNAL EMPIRE + THE SITH EMPIRE
ENEMIES: THE GALACTIC ALLIANCE + ALLIES
NOTICE: Takui

SONG OR SOMETHING
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His saber flashed, brightening for a moment when making contact with his opponents blade.

Their bodies connected, and he stumbled off to the floor, only for a split moment later to fall over himself and crash into the ground. Off to the side, his hilt skittered across the ground, away from the both of them, as if it too sought an escape like its master, from the younger Sith.

Kaze ignored it for now.

His right hand opened, the blood that had pooled in his palm stretched thin in the valleys created by his splayed out digits, and spilling out of his hand until there was little more than the staining remnants that remained. Brushing at his thigh as he stomped his way to the Jedi, he absentmindedly wiped the blood off of his hand as he called the Jedi's hilt to his hand.

When it snapped into his palm, he paused, staring at it. The difference between both of their makes. They both remained simple, yet functional. The pair of them too inexperienced to have implemented any unique designs of their own. To Kaze, this was no great warrior that he faced -- not yet. Claiming an opponents weapon as a trophy? It was a desire of his, one that he was in conflict with continuing.

He clenched the hilt tightly, his forearm shaking with it in his palms grip. To what end would this bring? Power? Respect? No... None of that. He's a nobody... I'm a nobody. He spared a glance for the battle around them. Dead littered the ground, friend and foe. None were memorable. None were important.

"Just another... Cog in the machine."

His arm stopped shaking. He didn't move from where he was. The muttered words awakening a recognition as he spoke them. They rang true in his mind. Absolute servitude... Held no place for the young acolyte. Not with the future he sought to make for himself.

He tossed the deactivated saber back to its owner, watching as it bounced across the ground in front of Takui .

The Dark Side's corruption flared in his gaze. His lips curving into a malicious smirk. He was sure of the steps he needed to complete his true goal now.

"Get up, Jedi.

Come make a name for yourself."

 

[Lunafreya Solidor]

O B J E C T I V E | Find the Nexus.
L O C A T I O N | Moridin's Capital.
V O I C E | Here.
T H E M E | Here.
G E A R | Armor, Ring, Choker
Lightwhip, Staff, Pistol.​

Her teeth were grinding. Lunafreya almost choked Diabolico to death after realizing the Citadel was crawling with people, light, and darkness tearing each other apart in the search for more. Whatever they desired, it did not matter, she would get to that Nexus before they ever did and Lunafreya would seize not only the day but harness its power for her own personal gain or she would die trying. ‘For all that I am will achieve divinity...’, her mind whispered in sheer desperation of arrogance, and as they walked this decaying fortress they could not help to notice how unsettling her echoes actually were in this darkness, that was nothing regarding her desire to pressing on. The map served for little, it was old, blurry, and filled with lies, but the architect of this place never considered how harsh her own culture actually was, and how entwined with the ancient knowledge of the cosmos her people still had, written on their scrolls and safely kept on legends.

The spiral staircase they were in seemed to went on forever. Each step echoed in the darkness and before they reached the end of it they were already snarling, tired of this long and dreadful walk. Behind her, both Diabolico and Belias were sighing quite a lot, as Ecliptor guided them, lighting up the path with his embedded flashlight, as Belias carried two round shaped backpacks, firmly attached to his back. Her thoughts were messy, her ambition was taking the best out of her instead, too much confidence could always prove to be quite a jeopardy in such situations and Lunafreya could not risk it, neither did she wanted to meet anyone else in this keep to delay her from her goal. The Forge contained the Dread Lord’s secrets, while the Vault held his treasures, but it was in the forgotten room of the Ritual Chamber that Lunafreya Solidor would find what she came here for.
“I’m bored.”, Belias growled, tediously as he walked after them, forcing Lunafreya to ignore him instead of beating him with her staff, instead, Diabolico decided to whip him a little with his hissing way of speaking.
“So turn into an Ewok, shapeshifterrr, I don’t carrre.”, Belias released a muxoxo sound with his mouth to the golden lizard inciting a growling sound from the angry warrior as they walked into another hallway, his floor was completely soaked, as its sides and beneath its floor had a deep river running through the room, Lunafreya could deduce the water that surrounded this fortress probably emptied in that room through inner ducts and tunnels, which explained why the water flowed out of the fortress, but still there was a rotting smell lingering on the air and a sound of pricking constantly in the echoes of this hallway, almost as if it was scratching against metal. The female hammered her staff on the metal floor, forcing both of her servants to shut themselves, as her eyes ran through the area, half-closed, pondering in silence.

“We are not alone.”, her tongue almost whispered to all of them, and they stopped paying attention to her words as the sound of laughter took over the hallway. It sounded dry and old, very old. In silence, they watched as a decaying hand raised from the dirty corners of the waters, followed by a second, a third one, and a fourth one that slowly dragged the corpses of dead bodies, corpses reanimated through dark magic, powered by the darkness of that place, to protect it forever.
“Undead bodies...”, Belias pointed out behind Lunafreya’s back, that was sure to slowly bend her head towards the great lizard under her care. Both he and Ecliptor drew their weapons, the large android, and the golden reptile moved to cut down the enemy, Diabolico had little work piercing one of the creatures in his head with his spear and ripping the other’s head with a strike of his weapon, while Ecliptor not even drew his weapon, a single punch of his strong hands crushed the delicate skull of both the two that remained. “That was easy...”, Belias muttered and Lunafreya only frowned both her eyebrows and glossed.
“Not as quite.”, and as a wicked prophecy, another set of hands raised from waters, alongside two more pairs, four, six, twelve, twenty, and by the time the corpses stopped from rising she counts at least seventy of them, armed with blunt axes, rusted swords, and deadly daggers. All looking at them, prepared to strike in that narrow hallway, where they were at a disadvantage, causing the elzeri female to raise her hand towards them, a malicious smile on her lips and bravery on her sharp eyes, pronouncing with the strength of her heart on her native tongue.

“Sleeping flame, I summon thee... To your form return, make the night as bright as day, and burn, lover, burn! Fira!”, sparkling in red light, burning flames took shape and were unleashed as a stream of golden fire, hurling as a dragon’s wrath, churning and melting through flesh like butter. Devouring nearly all of the undead, dissolving away their rotten meat making them fall apart as dust in the wind, causing both Diabolico and Belias to stand in silence, with their faces taken by astonishment. But not as much astonishment as when the dry laughter returned, this time choosing words to be spoken with them instead of mockery.
“Impressive effort, but in vain... Leave now or rot in here for all eternity.”, no one dared to move until Lunafreya simply continued to walk the hallway, in spiteful silence that lasted only a few steps before the voice spoke again. “So be it.”

In front of them, at the hand of the hallway, a red crystal appeared, floating in the air, from its core, dark smoke arose, singing a shadowy song and calling out pieces of armor, forming an armored figure of immense size and dreadful aura, holding a mace in his gauntlets, free of the burden of the flesh. Not an undead, this creature was what it seemed, a spirit trapped to guard this place forever, ready to smite its intruders and turn them into mindless zombies. From her lean, bold lips, Lunafreya only had time to declare a simple curse on her native tongue.
“Oh sh*t.”

 

[Zaavik Perl]

S H A D O W
GALACTIC ALLIANCE
NEW JEDI ORDER
// Disrupt EE Lines //
// Reinforce Strike Team Xesh //
CAVALRY TEAM FISTO
// Ryv | Ripley Kühn | Aldric //
STRIKE TEAM XESH
// Maijan Paisea | Viribus | Kat Decoria | Mesh Zetnu //
ALLIES
// Takui //
HOSTILE DESGINATION
// Ingrid L'lerim | Darth Carnifex | Second Son | Lunafreya Solidor //
BYSS // THE NEXUS

[ SPILL BLOOD ACROSS THE LAND ]
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Zaavik swayed left and right in the seat of the speeder bike. Suspended lift of idle repulsors rolled with the dropship's turbulence. Engine chassis butted against stabilizer nose, the legs of calvary members bumping against once another as the unstable interior jostled them with every turn and burst of acceleration. The going was rough, but it was only going to get worse when that door dropped.

<"Two kilometers and closing to DZ."> The pilot's electronically distorted voice called over the onboard PA.

The Padawan reached forward, his fingers wrapping around both yoke handles finger by finger. The adrenaline of anticipation sped his heartrate to a machinegun pace inside his chest. A deep breath swelled his lungs, releasing with a loud rasp through open-puckered lips. The pressure of being the pointman on this charge was only just beginning to set in.

<"One kilometer and closing to DZ.">

It was a responsibility he took with a blind eagerness. There was no relinquishing it now though. It was time to prove he was the right choice.

"Don't let off the throttle for anything. We're cutting our way through."

The hydraulics on the cargo door hissed. The roar of wind flooded the tight interior of the dropship as the ramp lowered. Byss's light filled the dark, metallic box, accentuating the glisten of sweat that had already begun to drench Zaavik's face. Grit and dirt whisked inside, kicked up by the ship's low altitude. It stung at the eyes and stuck against the musty skin of his vermillion visage.

<"Five-hundred meters.">

The Zeltron pushed his foot down against the ignition. The repulsor engine screamed, converging into an undulating symphony with the rest of the speeders. The wind, the ship, the speeders, it was painful to the ear, almost deafening. Zaavik twisted the throttle, revving the neutral engine, adding his mark to the orchestra. He itched for acceleration.

"Force be with you guys!" Zaavik shouted over the dissonance.

<"Two-hundred meters.">

He couldn't take it anymore. The allure of speed overcame him. He kicked his left foot forward, taking the engine out of neutral. He twisted the throttle forward with his right hand, tearing from his eager stationary poistion to a premature burst of acceleration. "Keep up!" He shouted as he ramped off the half-open landing ramp, his head only clearing the top of the threshold by inches.

He whooped with an adrenaline spiked excitement as he made sizeable air off the apex of the loading ramp. The repulsors flung the bike upwards just before he would've slammed against the ground. Dirt kicked up behind him as he landed at a breakneck pace. Large, wide speed-wobbles ensued as he continued to shout with excitement. Using his hips for balance he squared himself up to a steady beeline towards enemy lines.

The fighting grew closer, its scope becoming more and more apparent with every passing meter. The cavalry would not be deterred. Zaavik pulled his saber from his belt coupling, holding the metallic cylinder pointed towards the sky. A stray blaster bolt flew inches past his face, whizzing past with a malicious indifference. He didn't react. The cavalry would not be deterred. His thumb pressed against the activator, his verdant plasma hissing out to reach for Byss's skies. A menagerie of colored plasma followed down the cavalry line in delayed unison.

Soldiers turned to their eastern flank, announcing the arrival of the cavalry to their comrades. Zaavik lowered his saber to point towards the enemy. They turned, aware of the coming attack, and began to fire. The Padawan roared from somewhere deep within his chest, raising the saber back to prime a strike.

The cavalry. Would not. Be deterred.

Plasma sundered enemies in half one by one. Full speed, no brakes, the speeders weaved through the formation, cutting down any unlucky enough to be in the way. Zaavik's lead chose the most opportune path, cutting away obstacles organic and otherwise.

A pale bike named Death heralded the Strike Team towards their needing allies.