S.W.O.R.D. Training [The Primeval Dominion of Bosph]

[Boethiah]

Bosph​

- Landing Site

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Shortly after the Primordial Marches had ended, a small, humble world called Bosph became a refuge for those lucky enough to flee the conquering zealots. For some time this colonization has gone unnoticed... Species displaced from many Primeval worlds cooperated with the Bosph people and peacefully settled plains and grasslands far from their cities. There they thrived and began to build a multicultural society based on one sole principle--secrecy.

Of course it didn't take long for the Primeval themselves to notice the colony but how they found out is perhaps the most surprising. A traitor in their midst--out of fear or greed--decided to alert a Primeval patrol ship of their presence, offering all knowledge in exchange for his own safety. This traitor was quickly found out and imprisoned but not before it was too late. The ship traced the signal to Bosph and soon the Primeval would invade...

Objective One​

-S.W.O.R.D. TRAINING-​

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"Bastards keep comin'," an aged soldier paced back and forth, looking over a cliff at the battle raging in the canyon below.

This was the primary landing site where Primeval forces unloaded and prepared for their attacks, unfortunately only a small force had arrived from Bastion. Resistance was expected to be minimal. However, the colonists numbered greater than previously estimated and they have a charismatic leader whom the people look up to; a leader who sought to fight back with everything they have. Initially the resistance fighters had caught the bannermen off guard, but quickly Bastion's forces had regrouped and dug in, thwarting the second charge and forcing the enemy to consider guerrilla tactics instead.

For the time being things were clear, the soldier turned his head back and noticed a small group standing behind him.

Wiping his nose, "you must be the recr--," powerful masters in the force were not hard to miss, especially not Seekers of the Rift. "You're here for the training course, yes? The Executor saw it fit that you'd be training in a live combat scenario. Sort of." He began to explain rather slowly, his attention still fixed to the battlefield.

Turning towards a small table, his hand gestured towards several spherical constructs. "These are Spherical Weaponized Operations & Reconnaissance Droids, or Swords for short," a smirk of amusement crossed his face; clearly he was proud of the little nickname.

"Swords are meant to be an extension of yourself, much like a blade," he chuckled. "They have a light blaster at the front, sensors, scanners, an optical lens, and even a basic vocabulator. They're not toys, and they're not easy to figure out. Seeing as they require verbal commands, you need to be smart with what you ask and how. They're not protocol droids, so they'll take most things quite literally. For your first task, I want you to grab one and try to get it to turn on. Figure it out, there's no buttons!"

[member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Boo Chiyo"] | [member="Darth Zola"] | [member="Darth Azurea"] | [member="Zenva Vrotoa"] | [member="Arva"]​

Objective Two​

-JEDI HUNTING-​

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Several kilometers away from the landing site is a small village, one of the colonial settlements scattered throughout the region.

Of its few dozen residents, one in particular is a young padawan named [member="Kail Myn"], a former apprentice of the Silver Jedi Order and an 'on again off again' associate of the Covenant. Little is known about who she is, but scouts have reported her presence and requested someone trained in dealing with Jedi to handle her. The village itself is hardly a fortress, but its residents have grown fond of Kail and many would not hesitate to defend her with their lives.

Tact, as well as brute force, may have to be employed but the orders are clear. Find her, and capture her if possible.

What happens to the village is left solely up to you.

Objective Three​

-DIGGING HOLES- ​

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Far away from raging battles and hostile colonists is a remote dig site previously under operations by the Republic. What they were doing out here is unclear but there are rumors that ancient artifacts of monumental importance to an ancient Sith cult exist out here. The Cult itself is interesting, in that unlike most Sith these ones employed similar traditions to the Mandalorians and were honour-bound warriors; traits not commonly found within the ranks of opportunists and the elite.

Discovering the truth is critical, but equally important is uncovering why the Republic was so interested in digging up ruins so far from their Systems...

It might be worth mentioning too, that this particular area is also the perfect place for procrastinators to go unnoticed or adventurists to explore the wilds. There's even a Bosph town not terribly far, if one was bold enough to investigate the species' bizarre habits and unusual culture.

 

[Kail Myn]

Objective: Two -- Defend the village!
Location: Said Village.
Allies: TBD
Enemies: The Primeval
[01/10]

Kail Myn was a Jedi Padawan only by title. Her training in the force was meager at best, and while she excelled history, archaeology, and such she lacked potential in her command of the force and was barely equipped to duel with a lightsaber. Strapped to her hip was a lightsaber used in training, it was not only incapable of killing, it couldn't even slice through bread. In essence she had a very warm baton; not exactly the bane of Sith or soldiers.

"Kail, you're needed!" A member of the village militia ran into her building, the young woman had her eyes closed, hoping to catch a few winks whilst no one was looking. At the sound of a shouty voice, however, she quickly jumped up and sprung into action, her heart raced as her eyes darted back-and-forth looking for the assailant before she realized who it was. "You scared me!" She yelled back in a nervous, excited tone. The man's face had a look of desperation on it, one that quickly changed her mood. "...Show me," she frowned in fear.

Following the militaman outside, she was taken to a small hill only a few meters from the parameter and saw landing ships up in the sky. "Whose are they, do you know?" Deep down the answer was as clear as the light of day but playing fool was a popular defense mechanism of hers, she was hoping he'd tell her it was a good will mission or something of the likes.

The man shook his head, "Them," the grim expression was one she had seen many times before, one she has had herself when her parents died long ago. Kail kicked her foot into the dirt and grass, grunting in frustration as fear overcame her. Remember your training, she thought to herself. Yet she didn't want to remember it... She wanted to be angry, upset, and afraid; she wished this was all jut a bad dream.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Hushed voices flowed through the crowd as the members of the village were watching. The tones that were reaching the droid were hushed, and scared. Arsix knew what was going on. Well, as far as programming and ‘knowing’ were one in the same. The unit was following the one that it had always served, the one known as Coren Starchaser, known for, among other things, punching the dark side in the face and surviving… Mostly. Arsix knew that Coren had a bit of cybernetic repair done, on top of Imperial style genetic modification. This was not something Starchaser would ever talk about. Arsix wouldn’t bring it up to those that came around its ‘master;’ a term that even Starchaser didn’t use.

Perhaps why there were so few apprentices, based on the number of people who came aboard ships with Arsix and Starchaser that had a lightsaber. Or used that code-breaking ‘Force’ unseen ability. Arsix still didn’t really wrap its programming around it, not that Arsix needed to.

Following behind Starchaser, Arsix was taking note of the village and the pair, and the people Starchaser was in his armor, the one that stopped the energy sword, carrying the standard Power Nine and BlasTech scatter gun. How did Starchaser know to get here when he did?

Were the Primeval welcoming to droids?

How fast could Arsix return to the ShortFin if the worst should happen?

 

[Arva]

Hyperspace travel had been relatively uneventfull and, for most of it, boring as the young mandalorian Zabrack had set his ship's course to the planet of Bosph and sat in the main cargo hold pilfering through both the job's detail and some random file he had run into on his datapad.
Some hyperspace phisics here, mandalorian metallurgy treatises there, even a host of guide about brewery and the like, only to drown a weird sensation he had had since he had signed up for that contract with the Primeval. On one hand, the fact that he had not done anything remarkably worthy of recognition fro his own people was irking, since if someone had accused him of not doing his share of the resol'nare, they would have been substantially right. On the other hand, there was knowledge, or at least its promise. There was the chance to test something he had seen was in sore need of field testing, a little fancy droid that promised to be extremely usefull both on the battlefield and outside of it, so something that could have been put to good use for the aliit and the Manda, not just himself.

He liked to think that his relationship with the Primeval was entirely of a convenient sort, as going "out there" and knowing the Galaxy and its people would only be beneficial for the mandalorian culture and its legacy of great warriors, an unusually indirect reasoning for him, but he feared that his vodhe would not have understood his position and branded him an aruetyyc, a traitor, next time he was to get back to Manda'yaim.
Sheb... on one side it was their problem if they did not manage to stick their head out of the sand and see that life out there depended from lore and knowledge as much as from a strong swordarm, on the other even he saw that his association was a dangerous one to the eyes of nayc'mando folks, let alone mando' ones.

Arva shook his head, as to banish those foreboding thoughts out of his skull so they were not to come back, and as the ship was exiting hyperspace he navigated towards the sphere stellar particles that was Bosph, where he knew was unfolding some sort of repression led by Primeval forces after they had discovered info from some hutun, unworthy coward, who had sold his kin for a few credits and the hollow promise of freedom. The young zabrack was a mandalorian, not a fool: he knew all too well that the Primeval were led by some crazy Dar'jetii folks and for that the worst thing that one could do was trusting their word, but, still, as he was descending towards the rallying point he had been indicated during the briefing on Bastion, he thought better.
That was bound to be a hell of a situation, where he would have been in sore need for all of his cunning and inventive not to step on the wrong toes, so he chose not to worry too much so soon and instead limit himself to the consideration of the battle that he was going to see, perhaps fight into, and just let it sink into himself.

"Let's stay simple, Arv'ika... as buir said, go simple or go home."

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The sight of the battle was galvanizing: men, tanks and droids exchanging bright flashes of angry light or locked in deadly melee made his skin itch and his guts tighten at the thought that perhaps he would have a chance to test the mettle of those rebellious Bosphi and, if he was extra lucky, possibly have a go at their Jedi leader if the intelligence he had been fed was accurate. But, as he had said himself earlier, his jbo there was another: indulging in his passtime would have been a bonus, so to speak.
He approached the aging soldier who was briefing him and others about whom he cared little in general terms about the characteristics of the item they had volunteered to field test, a small spherical droid that was supposed to help in patrol, reconnaisance and possibly hunting or combat, funnily enough called "Sword", or "Kad" in mando'a, and grinned beneath his warmask when he was issued that little challenge. Turning on the small droid.

No buttons, eh? That meant a host of possibilities. He went to the table and gently took one of them, a small sphere dominated by what looked like a white optical sensor and stared at it for several seconds while his mind was grinding its gears.
One distinct possibility was that it not only operated via not complex vocal commands, but also turned on and off: his Jetpack worked the exact same way. Perhaps it needed some sort of bond to recognise the voice of its master?
Another one could be that it had sensors that reacted to the surrounding environement and turned on the thing when they picked up changings, but that seemed a bit too pointless for an item that promised to be a "no-nonsense" one, so Arva chose to discard it.
Perhaps that fancy Force thingy? The Primeval was Force Users-centered, so it made sense that their tech reflected that in some way or another and the fact that he had never heard of something similar existing did not proove that it was not real. Lack of evidence does not mean evidence of absence... He had learnt that the hard way back on the Homeplanet.

"Ah, what the sheb...!"

There was only one way to see that, right?
He put the small remote on the ground in front on him, oblivious for some seconds to the incessant sounds of the battle raging below him, and with a clear voice he said:

"K'nau'ur!"

He knew he had just told the thing to "light up" using his mothertongue, bht he simply had to try and, by the way, he did not present himself to the others not out of disrespect, but because they were not mandokarla, they did not have what it took.

 

[Zak Dymo]

Post 1 of 20
Location: Bosph, Landing Site
Objective: S.W.O.R.D. training

The young Pantoran was again clad in his light armor, the cloak flapping from about his shoulders as it flitted in the breeze.

Again, the eleven year old was on the battlefield. 'Warzone' was obviously Old Primeval for 'after school care'. And, also again, he really had no idea what he was doing here. But, at least now that he was back with the Primeval Golden Banner, the boy could be openly reunited with his pet. The viper-like head of the amphistaff rose and fell with the youngling's touch, as the tween suppressed a yawn while looking out over the battlefield.

Some dude was going on about some droids and...

...and Bannerman Montileu Cal-Dermont was pushing one into the Pantoran's face.

"What's this?" the boy inquired, holding up the silvery sphere and turning it over in his hands several times.

"A way for me to keep an eye on you," the Bannerman retorted shortly. Apparently, still unhappy that for most of the Siege of Ord Janon the Golden Banner 5th had had no idea just where the Pantoran was or what activities - that is, which explosions - were attributable to him and not pockets of resistance.

The amphistaff's snub nose poked at the small droid for a moment, then the biot looked away. Clearly unimpressed.

"How do you turn it on?" the boy asked, revealing the fact that he'd been paying absolutely no attention to the briefing whateversoever.

"Figure it out, Exemplar," Cal-Dermont deadpanned, drawing a sour look from the boy as the Bannerman turned and walked away, leaving him with the strange device.

"Power on?" the boy ventured, gently tossing the orb up into the air a few times. "Ignition? We are go for launch?"

No?

Nothing?

"Up, up, and away?"

 

[Zenva Vrotoa]

Objective: S.W.O.R.D. Training
Allies: [member="Boo Chiyo"] & other Primeval
Enemies: [member="Kail Myn"], Locals, Non-Primeval
Post: 1

Bosph, what a sad little backwater planet. What didn't lie in ruin stretched toward the horizon as rolling plains and the occasional forest or valley. The natives were bizarre, multi-limbed, insectiod eyes, yet mammalian in a reproductive sense. Bizarre was the only descriptor Zenva could find while retaining a civil demeanor. Fething ugly as sin was more accurate but lacked civility. The Zabrak matron had seen her fair share of oddities during her life and few could compare to the Bosph. On the bright side, at least the targets were easily identified.

Zenva strode down the loading ramp of the latest dropship, boot heels ringing rhythmically. Clad in the usual attire, knee high boots, black leggings, pleated miniskirt, armored corset, and leather trench coat, the Zabrak mercenary moved with a confidence she did not wholly feel. There was no fear in her, she was armed to the teeth, two different pairs of pistols, two sets of combat knives, three stun grenades and her rarely seen LD-1 Target Rifle. Her armored corset could stop everything short of an anti-material rifle or a well trained lightsaber combatant. She had seen dozens of battlefields more intimidating than Bosph, including the advancing hordes of the Yuuzhan Vang. No, her hesitance was caused by her so called allies.

The Blood Matron, a mercenary accustomed to working for the most vile crime lords this galaxy had to offer, from the slugs of the Hutt Cartel to the drug dealing serial killers of the Red Ravens criminal syndicate. Zenva had been a trigger man for everyone. The Primeval however, was a whole new beast. The Host Lord herself [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] had asked the Zabrak to come to the Primeval. That was about all their interaction had been. They spoke briefly, the witch asked a number questions and answered few. Now Zenva was policing Primeval space with little idea as to her purpose here. There was a rank and file that the Zabrak did not understand, Bannermen, Exemplar, and the like. It left her uncertain of her standing amongst these so called allies. Cautious, bordering on paranoid.

Still she was here for a reason. To test the Spherical Weaponized Operations & Reconnaissance Droid, the swords. So Zenva collected one, was given instructions which amounted to "good luck," and stood off to the side to examine the small droid. She watched others try to activate their unit, with no success. She shock her head, smiling to herself. Simpletons.

Setting the droid on the ground before her Zenva whispered a command sequence, or what she hoped was one. "Spherical Weaponized Operations & Reconnaissance Droid, begin primary operation routine."

 

[Ka-Aver]

Objective 3
Post 1/20

The Primevil dig site was huge. There must be square miles after square miles around here Ka-Aver thought. But since the vegetation were dense here and there it was hard to really tell.

the Hutt Cartel had a special branch always keen on picking up historical monuments that may have a connection with hutt history. when it had been clear that the primevil were going to dig on Bosph the hutts had decided that they wanted a presence there in order to learn if there was any connection.

Well that and the fact that this planet had been part of a grand smuggler route back in the days. Rumors existed of a famous Bosph spice dealer Morga Bunna had sent one of his ships with the spice to the planet when the jedi had started to shut down his operations.
The spice disappeared and never reached the market after this but the jedi supposedly never got hold of it either.
It was belived that the ship had hit the ground and never left ground after the planetary bombardment it had suffered at one point.

[member="Cadan Tazi"] would probably be interested to learn about this. Even if the spice was not found that ship had some very interesting smuggling routes in its nav computer. Ka-Aver was hoping to deliver it.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

[1/20]
Objective: 2
Allies: [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]?
Enemies: [member="Kail Myn"] [member="Coren Starchaser"]

Lord Ajihad, the Fist of the Demon, stood in the wooded outskirts of a small township on Bosph. The assassin was there to capture Kail Myn, so capture her he would. His force presence was shrunk down to the size of an atom, making him undetectable in the force by the Jedi. A battalion of Galactic Marines were with him in the forest, lying in wait for their time to come. After making sure he had all his equipment, Ajihad headed towards the town.

Once he made it to one of the houses, he used the Stygium stealth function on his armor to make himself invisible. He would now be invisible both to the physical eye, and to that of the force. He climbed onto the top of the roof, and looked down at the scene below. There were citizens trying to set up makeshift defenses, as well as a few armored guards walking around. He saw a figure who radiated light side energy walking around, whom his cybernetic eye identified as Coren Starchaser. Then, out of the corner of his eye, Ajihad spotted his quarry. Kail Myn, a Jedi Padawan. He grinned, but didn't go for her yet. He preferred to get this task done with the utmost stealth and subterfuge. Therefore, he looked around for a guard wearing armor roughly his size...

 

[Evan Kenner]

Objective 2: Jedi hunt
Allies: [member="Lord Ajihad"] | [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] | Primeval
Enemies: [member="Kail Myn"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | Non-Primeval
Post 1 of 20

Leaving his starfighter near the outskirts of the village, Evan adjusted his cloak and took off toward the village. It had only been about an hour since Evan recieved an invitation from his master, Anja, about capturing a jedi padawan and assisting the Primeval in the capture of this world, Bosph. Having just constructed his first lightsaber, Evan was ready to give it a try.

Before he reached the village, however, he stumbled upon a battalion of marines. "Is this my backup?" he asked. Evan would probably need it. He couldn't face an entire village alone. He was unaware of [member="Lord Ajihad"]'s presence nearby, but would probably like to.

 

[The Traveler]

Objective: C, Uncover the Past
Location: Dig Sight
Allies: [member="Ka-Aver"]
Enemies: Unknown
[01/20]

" Alright i want sectors 1, 2 and 3 marked off by night fall. " The Traveler barked as he moved through the dig camp, his twin blades slung across his back as he watched the archaeological team move. He had established a grid pattern that put divided up the area into twelve major zones and he had concentrated on the first few for now and as supplies and other teams arrived he would begin dispatching them to the other areas.

" Like the ghost of the past coming home to spend their eternal rest we shall locate what was once, the secrets of the Republic we shall hew open like bundles of kindling for our fanning flames. Devoured shall the history be by that which is eternity and its knowledge passed down upon the ranks" he said as he studied his map. A 3D projection of the area and a topographical view, sections 2 held special interest as it had a elevated anomaly that could be a buried ruin or some other large structure hidden beneath it.

" Team 3 i want you to concentrate on sector two, coordinate 653217. I want ground penetrating radar runs done first then begin excavation. We have not a clue what presents the Republic left behind or what spirits of damnation remain from the sith, consider this mission hostile territory. I want to avoid casualties if we can, droids are replaceable you are not. Go forth and do the will of the Host Lord".

 

[Felista Rakk]

Objective: Wild Jedi Chase
Location: Landing site
Allies: Primeval
Enemies: [member="Kail Myn"] and the village
post: 1
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I grabbed my robe and slipped my arms into it. I pulled my hood over my head and gestured for a soldier to come over to my table. I pointed to the village on the map infront of us. "[member="Evan Kenner"] and [member="Lord Ajihad"] are already nearing the village. I'm gonna need at least twelve skilled and armed men if something goes wrong, and a fast speeder bike to get there on time. What can you do for me?" I said gruffly to the soldier. "Miss we could have that team prepared, but it might take a while, so if you get stuck, call ASAP. Okay?" He said back, pointing to a speeder bike suitable for getting there. I hopped on and made my way down the fastest path to the base of the cliff. Within minutes i'd be at the outskirts of the village.

 

[Evan Kenner]

Objective 2: Jedi hunt
Allies: Lord Ajihadhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/7177-lord-ajihad/http://starwarsrp.net/user/7177-lord-ajihad/ | Anja Aj'Rou | [member="Felista Rakk"] | Primeval
Enemies: Kail Mynhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/7141-kail-myn/http://starwarsrp.net/user/7141-kail-myn/ | Coren Starchaser | Non-Primeval
Post 2 of 20

Evan glanced over to his left and saw a hooded figure riding over on a speeder bike ([member="Felista Rakk"]). He broke away from the unit of marines and went to greet this person. Unsure of if it were friend or foe, Evan took his lightsaber in hand, not igniting it just yet, and approaching, "You over there! Primeval? For your sake, I hope you are not with the jedi in that village over there!"

 

[Felista Rakk]

Objective: 2
Location: Village outskirts
Allies: Primeval
Enemies: Jedi
Post: 2
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I slowed the bike down and lowered my hood. "I'm with the primeval, your that [member="Evan Kenner"] bloke I was sent to find. If Anja wants [member="Kail Myn"] dead or captured, her wish is my command. I hate the Jedi with a passion." I said stepping off the bike and shaking the man's hand. "I like to know bits and pieces about my partners, so when you get the chance, tell me your story." I said beginning to trod through the underbrush.

After a few minutes of heavy underbrush, the forest floor thinned out and the village appeared. I ran and ducked behind a building. It looed like the villagers were rallying into some kind of militia. I approached quietly enough that no one would here, but the Jedi might sense my presence. I grabbed my lightsaber but didn't activate it. I listened to the men and women as they grabbed pitchforks and rifles. They didn't want the Primeval here, and with the Jedi they didn't think they'd lose.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

[2/20]
Objective: 2
Allies: [member="Felista Rakk"] [member="Evan Kenner"]
Enemies: Soon ( [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Kail Myn"])

As the two Primeval members arrived to the Marines' encampment, a single soldier would step forward. He was Captain Nexu, the second-in-command of the company laying in wait within the forest. The actual leader, of course, was Lord Ajihad. He walked up to the two lightsaber jockeys, and spoke, "Keep it down, will you? We're trying to conduct a stealth operation here!" He would then turn to Evan, and spoke with a cold tone in his voice, ​"And we're not your backup, son. We're here to support Lord Ajihad, in case he requires our assistance." He would then turn back to the comm officer, and see what he could do about a faulty relay tower.

Meanwhile...

Perched up high, the Demon's Fist had spent several minutes watching a single guard. He observed how the man walked, talked, and just about everything else about him. After he was satisfied he would be able to play the man's part well, the invisible assassin would sneak into the village, hiding in an area behind some bushes. He waited for the guard to pass behind the building, where nobody would be watching. Ajihad flicked his wrist, and the hidden blade emerged from its sheath. He phased out of invisibility, right as he stabbed the man up through the lower jaw. The man dropped down, instantly dead. The Knight made quick work of wiping and and all blood off the armor, so as to not draw any unwanted attention while he was wearing it. Ajihad then drew a voice changer of his own design, and scanned the man's vocal chords. The device learned what his voice would sound like, and would now make the assassin's voice sound exactly the same. Ajihad slipped the device inside the helmet, securing it in place. He would then transfer the soldier's armor onto himself. He took his previous equipment, and slipped it into the soldier's rucksack. He dragged the corpse into the thick bushes, to avoid it being found. The assassin would also screw a paralysis poison needle to his hidden blade. He did this entire thing process with the utmost swiftness, so hopefully nobody would notice. He then walked back out into the open, resuming the soldier's patrol that he had memorized.

 

[Evan Kenner]

Objective 2: Jedi hunt
Allies: [member="Lord Ajihad"] | [member="Felista Rakk"] | Primeval
Enemies: [member="Kail Myn"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | Non-Primeval
Post 3 of 20

Evan rose a brow at the hooded figure. Bloke? Oh, Anja must have sent her...must think I can't handle myself...

After shaking her hand, he turned around to meet the eyes of Captain Nexu, come to chew him out, too. "Lord Aji-what? Evan didn't see any other sith in the area, but the marine didn't seem dense. Evan turned to [member="Felista Rakk"], "Hey! Get over here! We're with these guys!"

 

[Felista Rakk]

I turned and ran back through the forest to the rendezvous point. I waved at [member="Evan Kenner"]. "Hey, what did you say? Whatever, I found the village people rallying to some sort of mob. They know we're coming, I can sense it. I've put a extra squad on standby, but yours looks prepared and ready to move, am I right?" I said pointing between the squad and the forest. "There is no time like the present, so I'm getting a move on." I yelled back, running through the forest again. I ducked behind the same building and around the corner. I entered through the door. It sounded like no one was home. But as I ducked behind a desk, a man walked in. He was built, in a fist fight, we might be even. I ran up behind him and cupped his mouth. He pulled himself and I down to the floor. And the floor gave way. We fell through another and into a basement. I had fallen knee first onto the man's chest, knocking him out.

I stood up and walked towards some sort of shrine. It was covered in moss. It was a tombstone too old to read, the letters had been scraped off with age. Behind it a sword, a regular sword. It was rusted beyond belief. The man across the room awoke. Charging at me. He was in bad shape after that fall so I pulled the sword out. Or technically I ripped the handle off. I thrusted the handle into the man, his blood mixing with the rust and the dust.

 

[Boethiah]

Objective: One
Location: N/A
[02/10]

Clearly there were some who were... Slow at getting it right. The veteran scorned [member="Boo Chiyo"] who didn't seem to be taking things seriously--which was rare for an Exemplar. If he wasn't an Exemplar certainly curse words would've been shouted at him. But then there were those who were wiser. No specific phrases existed, but they needed to be quite logical; if not literal.

For [member="Zenva Vrotoa"], her Sword hummed to life and began to hover around her moments after she spoke her words.

"Good, good! You've got it right. Listen up! We don't have all evening. Swords can be activated by many phrases, but one requirement is a must... You have to address it. If someone just said 'turn on' that could mean anything, and it'd be annoying as all hell if every Sword decided to turn on. Naturally, their sensors allow them to understand when someone is giving it a command. They're smart like that. So get 'em up and running, and head over to the board." He pointed to a small bulletin board hoisted up near the table where the swords were.

Task One: Head south and utilize your Sword to scout out nearby enemies, then take them out.

Task Two: Navigate through the Canyon from there and find your way to our forward outpost.

Task Three: Assist the forward outpost and prevent the enemy from overrunning it.

OOC: Don't wait for my response on this, I'll respond again when one person has completed all three tasks--do them at your own pace, and make up the obstacles as you go. You can work together or alone.

 

[Kail Myn]

Objective: Two
Location: The settlement.
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"]
Enemies: [member="Evan Kenner"] | [member="Lord Ajihad"] | [member="Felista Rakk"]
[02/10]

She couldn't accept that the Primeval have arrived. After all she's done to avoid them, to help those who needed it, why must they arrive? Her heart sank as fear took hold of her, she knew she wasn't strong enough to fight them all and save the settlement... She didn't even know if she could save anyone at all. Looking back towards the small village, she saw parents hurry their children indoors and militiamen take up arms and prepare for the worst.

The man who was with her seemed more angry than afraid, the way he looked to her was too much. She saw in his eyes all that he expected of her, expectations Kail couldn't fulfil. "We need to stay and fight! You're a Jedi, Kail, please say you'll fight with us." He begged of her.

"I never actually finished my training," she began to explain as her stomach churned, "I came here to help, not fight!" She looked down the small hill again and already began to see visions of the coming destruction. Small teardrops rolled down her cheeks, her hand went up to wipe the away. The militiaman grew hopeless, he shook his head. "And what good are you then!? My family will die! Perhaps the Jedi are useless," he muttered that last bit before running off to join the others. Kail slowly lowered herself to the ground, sitting there quietly as whilst she tried to think.

What can I do? Maybe I am useless.

 

[Evan Kenner]

Objective 2: Pick on the poor padawan
Allies: [member="Lord Ajihad"] | [member="Felista Rakk"] | Primeval
Enemies: [member="Kail Myn"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | Non-Primeval
Post 3 of 20

Evan tried to stop the girl ([member="Felista Rakk"]), but she seemed so determined and eager to get moving. Bah, kark it, this group of marines aren't doing anything. Evan got a move on himself, walking toward the village with his unignited lightsaber in one hand and his blaster pistol in the other.

After a while, he carefully creeped around the outskirts, using various buildings and trees as cover. He reached out with the Force, feeling for any strong signatures...

There's one

Evan glanced over near the center of the village, where stood a young girl. That must be her. A few armed guards stood near her, so Evan patiently waited for backup to take them. Just in case, however, Evan levelled his pistol at one of them, ready to take the shot whenever it was time.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Objective: Two
Location: Being the Magnificent Seven Two.
Allies: [member="Kail Myn"]
Enemies: [member="Lord Ajihad"] | [member="Evan Kenner"] | [member="Felista Rakk"] | Weird Formatting
El Dos

Starchaser was known to be… different. He was around and went where he wanted to go, in whatever ships he wanted to use. Right now? ShortFin was parked far away from this location. He wasn’t going to operate his prized vessel anywhere near a public venue or where he was going to be causing copious amounts of destruction. He wasn’t exactly the best Forcer, but what he lacked in morality and raw power, he made up for with ingenuity and the desire to just murder everyone.

Mostly dark siders.

And holocron thumping fair-weather evangelical Jedi.

And the Primeval, but they were unpredictable, and two chaotics going against one another? That was just foolhearty.

The pilot was overhearing the complaints of the village. He was here to do the good work of saving their village from those who thought they owned everything. Speaking up, he nodded. “The Jedi are useless. They’d rather sit in their orders and councils and discuss that which needs to be done. You don’t want a Jedi. What are the Primeval coming here for?” Aside from being crazy. If he could distract enough, he could move this village to safety, knowing Dark Siders, he doubted he’d be able to take their onslaught.

Stalling tactics.