Dominion Sanctuary Flight | Rishian Nights - GA Dominion of Rishi Maze Super Hex

[Drystan Creed]

OBJECTIVE II

Drystan continued with his experimentation, sending a few more of the leech-fiends flying across the room with well-placed strikes. He paused his assault for a moment, tilting his head as he sensed multiple non-leech lifeforms nearby. Odd—he had figured he'd be the only one here.

A particular cluster of signatures sparked his concern—life forces flickering, dwindling against an oncoming tide of similar entities. A squad, no doubt, being overwhelmed.

Then came the sound of desperate blaster fire.

He had to act fast. Now was not the time to craft theory when others in the immediate vicinity were in danger.

Drystan gave his surrounding foes one last glance before locking eyes on one directly in front of him. That wall behind it—if he hit it right—should lead him to the others.

Immediately, he crouched low, hands raised near his chin as he settled into a stance, legs bending beneath him. His mind visualized the Force flowing into his muscles, drawn up from the ground through his frame. First the legs—coiling like a steel spring. Then the core—tense and ready to transfer that explosive force to the upper body.

In a blur to the untrained eye, Drystan lunged forward and drove his shoulder into the chest of the Lugubraa, slamming it into the wall behind. The duracrete buckled and collapsed beneath the force of impact.

Drystan not only neutralized the creature—he used its body to absorb the brunt of the collision, allowing him to break through without slowing. Rising into the hallway beyond, his eyes locked onto Gavin Restur —alongside a pair of Lugubraa.

One of them fell to oncoming blaster fire, but the other continued to stumble forward.

Drystan closed the gap in a flash, appearing behind the remaining creature. His arms wrapped around its torso, forming a tight vice grip. Then—with a sudden twist of momentum—he launched into a backward suplex, slamming the thing's head deep into the floor and leaving a crater on impact.

With the immediate threat neutralized, Drystan gave the stranger a once-over, raising an eyebrow. He wasn't in Alliance standards—his gear was too unorthodox for a formal soldier. Odd.

"What brings you to leech-country?" Drystan asked, his voice even but laced with curiosity. "I don't suppose you're a smuggler, considering there's little to pilfer in the abandoned colonies around these parts."

Gavin Restur

 

[Gavin Restur]

There was a harsh grit of his teeth together, furrowing his brows as he continued to pull the trigger of his blaster, and continuing to send forth the bolts of yellow. Some shots had landed, but they weren't enough to deter the creatures just yet. He had rested the shaft of his Force Pike on his shoulder in case these two approaching leeches got too close. Though, he'd prefer getting them before that happ--

--his thoughts were briefly thrown off to the wind at the wall to his side being, quite literally, busted through. Out of instinct, he was about to slash downwards at the being that had come through the wall. Initially, he had only seen the body of a leech burst through, and he had thought that he was in some real trouble, if these things were about to start busting down walls. However, he was able to stop himself upon laying his sights on the true culprit of the wall smash, Drystan Creed .

Just as the man's eyes locked onto him, his own locked right back on the other. His own, current appearance was quite disheveled: clothes scratched lightly, with blotches of Lugubraa blood scattered along his attire. But, he was quickly able to determine that the wall-busting man was on his side. Pretty obvious.

His focus returned to the approaching pair of creatures, and his blaster fire resumed. Dropping one of them-- however, just as he had brought his barrel to the other, the man had reached it right before he was able pull the trigger. Lifting a brow as he watched the man lift the leech up, and actually suplex it head-first into the ground.

Watching a man suplex a leech was not something he was expecting to witness anytime soon.

Scanning his eyes around, he would note that the hallway was clear. Letting out an exhale through his respirator's vocoder, as he holstered his blaster. The other would notice that further down the hallway laid some more corpses of the leeches. He's been in a solo battle of his own for some time, before he had gotten close enough for the other to sense him.

["What brings you to leech-country? I don't suppose you're a smuggler, considering there's little to pilfer in the abandoned colonies around these parts."]

"I'd had gotten the hell out of this place by now if I was a mere smuggler, stranger." A moment was taken to point the badge that was displayed front and center on his belt, signifying his allegiance to, and authority granted by, the Galactic Alliance. A simple bounty hunter and mercenary. "Here to help with this whole plate o' problems. Now I'm wishing I didn't bother getting out of bed."

Though, his attention was quickly stolen by the rapid footsteps he heard from inside the room the man had busted out of. Watching as the gathering of leeches who were surrounding the man earlier, had found themselves suddenly no longer surrounding him. Currently rushing towards the hole in the wall he had made.

With a huff of annoyance, he reached down into his satchel briefly. Taking out a good ol' thermal detonator, and arming it. With a chuck of the thermal through the hole, he positioned himself a bit away from said hole. And, a few moments later...

...BOOM. Smoke and flame quickly launched out from the hole due to the explosion. He doubt he got all of them, but it certainly had to have thinned the herd.

"I see you've been havin' your own fun with them, friend." Speaking back over to the man, as he prepped himself for whatever remains of the gathering to come pouring out.

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Combat Jumpsuit
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

The moment Aadihr shouted, Valery moved. Her eyes flared with focus, and in a single breath, the Force surged through her like a second heartbeat. She didn't hesitate. She didn't call out. There was no time for warnings. She turned on her heel, pivoted through the muck, and launched forward like a lightning bolt.

The area around her blurred around her as she leapt, feet barely skimming the ground. Vines snapped in her wake. The dense air, thick with spores and decay, parted in front of her like water around a blade. She felt them now, the Lugubraa. A flood of them. No minds to reach. No pain to sense. Just a hunger that spread through the trees like rot.

Valery's saber ignited mid-sprint. A vertical blaze of violet lit her silhouette against the backdrop as she closed the distance. Ahead, she saw the first wave of movement. Shapes writhing low through the brush, lashing toward the nearest troop formation like a tide of teeth.

She hit them first.

The ground cracked beneath her as she landed in the middle of their path. Her saber cut wide and sharp, a burning arc of motion that tore through the front line of creatures. Her momentum didn't stop. She pivoted low, slashing one across its midsection, then rose again in a violent spin that threw another backward into the moss.

"Back to the ships!" she shouted, her voice clear and commanding through the chaos. "Regroup and hold the perimeter!"

One of the Lugubraa lunged from her flank. She turned without thinking, caught it with her off-hand and hurled it into a shattered tree trunk. Bark exploded outward, and the thing fell still.

More were coming. Dozens. Maybe hundreds. But she'd broken their formation.

Now it was time to clear out the rest.

Aadihr Lidos ​

 

[Kayla Ordo-Shan]

Objective II

Kayla's breath shuddered as she shifted her grip under the deadweight of a trooper's armored vest. He was limp, eyes glassy, but she refused to believe the voice that droned on in her head. He was slipping, he was bleeding all over and and now he was slipping out of her-

Leave him. Just leave him.

She hooked her arms under his and heaved; his comm unit clattering to the mud as she dragged him toward the fallback line.

Before her, the shrieks of Lugubraa could be heard over a chorus of blaster fire. Troopers rushed past, most too confused with retreating to notice her, some pausing a heartbeat before being pushed ahead by base survival instinct.

Kayla! Leave him!

A voice in her head called out, only for her to shake it off.

I can save him-he isn’t dead!

As if to mock her, images filtered in behind her eyes, she felt a cold creeping through her; memories that were not her own began to play at the back of her mind. These were his final-

Stop it.

She thought bitterly, and as if on command, the alien sensation faded. Her burden remained.

She stumbled, boots slipping in gore-slicked mud. The trooper's helmet cracked against a rock. He didn't even flinch.

He's gone. Let go.

When were you ever right? Never, you are wrong, always wrong-

"Hold on—" She rasped, voice breaking. She wasn't sure who she was talking to: maybe to herself, maybe to her companion. She braced her shoulder under his arm and lurched again, three steps, four-

She caught a growl, and panic seized her. It was close, and too close. She glanced up for a moment, and found the source: a Lugubraa, maw splitting wide with needle teeth, and facing right towards her-.

She had no chance to draw a blaster. It lunged. She threw up her forearm and the creature's claws scraped down her vambrace, scoring deep grooves. It slammed her back into the muck; her dead comrade pinning her legs down as she fell.

The boy's lifeless body jerked as the Lugubraa tore into his armor instead of her, and she could only watch. Kayla screamed; rage, grief, guilt all tangled into one ragged sound as blood sprayed across her faceplate.

Her movements blurred, her fury taking her, the voice cautioned her but she didn’t listen. She was too angry, too furious at this insult, at the murder of this-.

Click, click, click.

Her hand shook, smoke trailed from the front of her blaster as she had fed the entire energy cell into the creature

It convulsed before her, wheezing bubbles of black fluid, twitching at the feet of her dead comrade. She shoved the mangled body of the man off of her, now dripping in the his blood, her word rattled by the encroaching sounds of combat. Raw fear of the dead pressed tight against her spine. It wrapped around her like a vice.

You could have been killed-

"Enough—" She gasped, stumbling back. More of the creatures raced before her, like a skittering wall of death. She didn't look. She turned and ran, boots hammering through the muck.

The boy's weight still ghosting in her arms, the snippets of thoughts tried to push their way in, and she shoved them back down.

You couldn’t have saved him, do not mourn his death for he is now with the force-

She tuned it out.

She could make up for this failure, there were more people she could save…..

There had to be someone she could save…

Tags: Open

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

Blindside

Outfit: Field Attire, Earring, Bangle
Weapons: Walking stick / Lightsaber Pike | Slugthrower Rifle

He hit the drop site at a dead sprint, boots striking soil just as the screaming started.

A soldier was already down. Another was grappling a chittering nightmare of limbs and flesh. More shapes poured from the jungle, low and fast—Lugubraa, twitching in arrhythmic pulses, skin twitching like it was remembering something it hadn’t earned.

Aadihr didn’t slow.
He didn’t think.

He moved.

The pike spun—a clean, gliding sweep into the side of the first creature, severing spine from memory. A spray of dark fluid hissed into the air. He pivoted with the momentum, reverse-gripping the haft and driving the butt into the throat of another that lunged from behind. Crack. Its body folded like wet canvas.

Another came from his right flank. He caught it before it landed—left hand out, palm open—redirecting its momentum, letting it fly past, then kicked it square in the midsection as it twisted mid-air. It struck a tree hard enough to split bark.

One pike swing cleaved low. Another jab went high. Stab. Swipe. Elbow. Step-through pivot. The pike wasn’t a weapon anymore—it was a him, perfectly in sync with his rhythm.

They surrounded him, but never truly flanked Aadihr. His Force Sight turned the world inside-out. Distance meant nothing. His awareness was spherical. Total.

He ducked under a sweeping claw, twisted low, and swept a pair of legs from beneath a second attacker with the haft—only to rise into a half-turning strike with his knee into another’s midsection, followed by a clean, slash through the chest. The Lugubraa fell apart in halves as Aadihr spun full-circle.

“Perimeter! Tighten it—keep your backs to the wreckage!” he barked violence, voice sharp and cutting.

He drove the pike blade-first through a Lugubraa and swing it sideways, searing through flesh like silk. He didn’t break stride. His cloak snapped behind him, damp with blood.

They kept coming. He kept killing.

And for a moment—

Just a moment—

The battlefield bent around him. The flow of motion contrasted with the serenity within. Like the eye of a storm, his mind was blissfully clear.

Valery Noble | Kayla Ordo-Shan | @OPEN​

 

[Vera Noble]

Crakull

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Tag: Jackson Lesan

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Vera scoffed under her breath at Jackson's last comment. She shot him a sidelong glance, unimpressed and entirely not fooled. "Right. 'Saved' by someone who once tripped over a training remote and blamed it on me." But her smirk gave her away. She didn't really mean it.

They started forward through the haze, boots squelching softly in the nasty marshes. The mist moved like it had a mind of its own, curling around broken columns and half-sunken relics of a city long since abandoned. Vera didn't flinch. She wanted this. Not just the mystery, not just the mission, but the tension in her muscles, the pulse of adrenaline she could already feel building beneath her skin.

This was exciting!

"I'm with you," she said after a pause, "I want to be at the front of whatever this mission is."

Then she stopped.

Abruptly.

One boot locked mid-step in the muck. Her eyes widened slightly behind the visor, and she brought a hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose, as if trying to force something out of her head that didn't belong. It wasn't a memory. It was a flash. Painful and almost too quick to process. She saw black shapes moving through crumbling halls. Bodies curled in moss.

"Wait," she said sharply, "...I just saw something." She turned her head slowly, scanning the ruins ahead. "There's danger up ahead. Close. Maybe the Lugubraa or whatever they're called?"

Her fingers slid to the hilt at her side, but she didn't ignite it yet.

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[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Combat Jumpsuit
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

Valery fought like a storm through flesh and fire. Every movement was precise, every strike driven by purpose and clarity. Her saber cut down another Lugubraa in one smooth arc, violet light flaring against the creature's hide before it collapsed, twitching. She pivoted, ducked beneath a lashing claw, and slashed upward, cleaving the limb clean from its socket.

Behind her, the soldiers were moving. Holding the line just like she had ordered. Aadihr's voice rang through the chaos next, sharp and commanding, reinforcing the direction of the fight. She caught a glimpse of him through the blur, sweeping through the enemy like he was born for this.

She gritted her teeth. They were holding, for now. But the swarm didn't stop. More burst from the jungle's edge, drawn by blood and motion. Dozens more. They surged like a living tide, undeterred by the fallen. If they were going to gain the upper hand, it needed to happen now.

Valery's jaw tightened and then she moved. She darted between two charging creatures, her saber cutting a clean X through their path as she slid into a crouch. Her blade hissed off, the glow fading into her palm. She didn't need it for what came next. The Force swelled around her and she leapt. High above the battlefield, she hung for half a second, suspended in the breathless silence between heartbeats.

Then she dropped.

Her boots slammed into the earth like falling thunder. The Force exploded outward in a shockwave of pure kinetic power. The ground cracked beneath her, moss and dirt blasted away in every direction. Lugubraa near the blast zone were lifted off their feet and flung backward, tumbling through the air like puppets. Others were flattened outright, slammed into trees or each other.

The whole area went still for just a beat.

Valery rose slowly from the center of the cratered soil, steam curling off her skin where the heat of the moment met the chill of the jungle air. Her hair clung to her cheek in damp strands. Her eyes scanned the broken field.

"Fall back to the second line," she called out, voice low but carrying. "We'll finish this."

Aadihr Lidos ​

 

[Livia Rehn]

"Woe to the vanquished."

Tags - Kayla Ordo-Shan



The screaming reached them first.

Sergeant Hurn turned his head instinctively as the howl echoed through the haze—one part fury, one part grief, and too raw to be anything but human. A moment later came the sound of blaster fire—too fast, too frantic. Panic fire.

Livia Rehn heard it too. But she didn't stop walking.

They were moving through the aftermath of Sigma's mortar run—cratered earth still glowing with residual plasma, broken bodies twisted and scorched in the dirt. Lugubraa carcasses twitched with post-mortem spasms, their inhuman skeletons popping and retracting like broken machinery. The air was thick with the stink of ozone, blood, and burnt meat. Shrapnel still rained lightly in the distance, and the firelight from collapsed biodomes painted the sky a deep orange.

"Alpha Three," Hurn said, voice low. "That was someone from Delta sector. Close. Probably fifteen meters."

"I heard," Livia replied coolly, stepping over the twitching arm of a Lugubraa brute. "Too slow for coordinated fire. Sounded like a jammed receiver mid-pattern. One soldier. Under pressure. Blaster was overheated."

"Sounds like someone needs saving."

Livia's head turned just slightly, just enough to glance at him through the visor of her helmet.

"Or avenging."

He grunted. "I'll take the optimist's bet."

Another scream, this one shorter—a shout of effort, not pain. They broke into a jog.

The terrain changed quickly as they crossed into Sector Delta-Beta. The mud deepened. Ground had turned swampy, the fungal spores here more active—sprouting violently in reaction to the mortar heat, releasing clouds of iridescent vapor that stung the eyes and clogged filters. Through it all, Livia's path remained deliberate. She moved without faltering, every motion measured. Every step grounded.

The shouting stopped.

Silence like a knife.

They crested a small ridge formed from a broken shell of collapsed bio-architecture—what had once been part of a Croke spire, now half-submerged in gore-slick mud.

And there she was.

A lone trooper, her armor stained with blood, crouched beside a body.

Hurn cursed under his breath. "Kark."

He didn't wait for permission.

Hurn vaulted the ridge, carbine sweeping left, then right. He moved like a wall—solid, precise, no hesitation. He reached her position in seconds, sliding down into the muck beside her, already assessing. "Trooper! Talk to me!"

Livia followed, but not in a rush. Her eyes scanned the immediate field. No sign of incoming swarms. The nearest heat signatures were twenty-eight meters out, eastward—Lugubraa drones, but not yet converging. Their pattern was wrong. Hesitant.

She watched them.

They were watching her.

Her grip shifted on her rifle, then slowly relaxed. They wouldn't charge. Not yet. They were waiting for something. Or someone.

Her eyes flicked back to the scene before her.

Kayla was soaked in blood—not all of it hers—and her hands shook as she tried to push herself upright. The body beside her was unrecognizable beneath its shredded armor, helmet half-destroyed, chest cavity torn open.

Dead.

But she hadn't left him.

Hurn was already kneeling, reaching for her shoulder with a steady hand, barking orders over his comm to Bravo's command net.

Livia said nothing.

She didn't offer comfort. She didn't kneel. She simply watched, and took stock.

One survivor. One dead. One active perimeter breach at thirty meters. Residual signs of thermal discharge suggested a full energy cell dump into the target. That explained the delay in fire support.

Her gaze settled on Kayla's face behind her cracked visor.

Grief. Anger. Regret. Spiraling emotions layered over exhaustion. Chemical indicators on the medpatches along her belt showed adrenaline overclock, hydration loss, and moderate physical trauma.

A soldier on the edge.

Livia catalogued it all.

Then she looked to Hurn. "Three drones, eastern flank. Ten seconds before they break pattern. I'll take point."

"You sure?"

She turned to him. "You're better with people. I'm better with knives."

He gave a short nod. "Do it."

And like that, she was gone.

She moved without flourish, slipping through the mist like a wraith. Her steps were silent, her breath even. The Lugubraa saw her—but too late.

The first one lunged.

She met it mid-air.

Her rifle came up—not to fire. Just to strike. She drove the butt into the creature's mouth as it descended, shattering needle-teeth. Its claws scraped across her shoulder plate. She rolled, twisted, and drew.

The blade whispered in darkness.

It sank into the creature's thorax with a sound like wet silk. A hiss escaped its throat—then silence.

The second one was faster. It came low, trying to flank her. She spun, brought the blade across in a tight arc—knee, then throat, then push.

The third watched.

It didn't charge.

It looked at her.

And turned.

She watched it go.

Good.

Back by the ridge, Hurn had attempted to set Kayla upright. His voice was calm, steady, full of quiet command.

"You did everything you could. He saved your life. Now you carry that forward."

He didn't lie. He didn't coddle. But he didn't leave her to drown in it either.

When Livia returned, the blood on her armor was already drying.

"Cleared. They'll be back."

He nodded. "Figures."

She looked at Kayla again. The medic's stance was shaky, but she was standing.

Something in Livia's eyes narrowed—not with empathy, but curiosity. She could feel the strange echo coming off the girl. Not Force-sensitivity. Something else. A fracture. Like a mind fighting itself.

Livia knew the feeling well.

Without a word, she turned and walked ahead.

"Stay close," she called over her shoulder. "And reload. We're not done."

 

[Jackson Lesan]

Wearing: xxx
Tag: Vera Noble

Jackson didn't laugh at her jab about the training remote. He just let the smirk tug at the corner of his mouth, eyes fixed ahead, posture steady. "Hey, the floor moved," he muttered back. "It was sabotage."

But then came the shift.

He noticed it in her before he felt it in the Force, how she froze, how her hand went to her face like something had just clawed through her mind. He turned toward her, lips parting slightly.

Then he felt it.

A ripple.

No… not just a ripple. A fracture. The Force recoiled around them, like something had stepped through it without permission.

His own hand shot to his saber as Vera's voice cut the fog.

Danger.

"Confirmed," Jackson said tightly, his tone switching from banter to focus in an instant. He didn't ask her what she saw. He trusted her instincts. Trusted that flicker in the Force like he trusted his own breath.

Then the mist moved. It was no longer sluggish or aimless, but driven. A sudden gust whipped past them, and from the side of a broken spire came a shape, several, lunging through the decay like bladed shadows.

Jackson didn't hesitate.

Snap-hiss!

The blade cut through the first Lugubraa, but it barely slowed. Even impaled, it lunged jaws yawning wide, ringed with pink flesh and teeth that rotated like gears.

Jackson twisted and kicked off the creature, yanking his saber free as blackish fluid sprayed across the moss-covered rubble. Two more dropped from the archway above, thudding into the muck with splashes. More pinging filled the air.

"Eyes don't help you here!" he shouted to Vera. "They see with heat… use sound!"

All around them, pale shapes emerged, leech-like bodies glistening, each bearing a massive maw that opened and closed in twitching, hungry motions. Their long upper arms ended in suctioned hands, slapping onto the ruined stone with wet, awful smacks. Dozens of needle barbs glistened inside each cup.

One of them latched onto a broken column and slingshotted itself toward Vera.

"Left!"

Jackson dove sideways, lightsaber flashing blue as he slashed across its midsection only to realize this one was younger. Smaller. A splitling.

But even half-grown, it was fast.

"They're nesting here," he muttered grimly, back to back with Vera now. "We walked right into a hive."

A full-grown Lugubraa charged, mouth wide, dragging three splitlings behind it like a bloated matriarch. Jackson planted his feet, focused, and slashed in a precise arc, severing one of the adult's grasping arms. It didn't scream. It shivered. Then it pressed forward again.


"I hope to Force this memory chamber is worth it," Jackson grunted. "Because these things want more than a fight. They eat everything."

Another splitling launched from the side, suction-cup fingers reaching. He ducked low, kicked it back into the muck.

The fog was no longer still. It pulsed with movement.

And Jackson's saber, bright and relentless, kept swinging. Blue light against pale horror.

"Vera, we need to get there. Fast."

The Lugubraa weren't going to stop.

Not until there was nothing left.

 

[Alicio Organa]

Lao-mon
Obj. 1: A Thousand Faces
- Velyra Vonn - Open -
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The jungle around them was quiet. Not a bird, not a beast, not even the twinkling murmur of a nearby stream. Only the occasional rustle of wind-tossed branches, and the footsteps of the Alliance Delegation. It was all-too-obvious they were being watched. Observed. Categorized.

“Of course, though I suspect even charm must wear a mask to be welcome here. Still, it's no small thing to be met with silence instead of suspicion.”

Alicio's mouth quirked to the side in thought. Then he nodded. "If you care for my recommendation, these people are masters of... putting on a face. They're likely waiting to see which mask we use."

"So... we don't use any." Easier said than done. Alicio's smile flickered momentarily, before draining to neutral. What Velyra said was wise. This wasn't the Shi'ido hiding. It was them giving the Alliance a chance to be heard.

Suddenly, there was the rustling of ferns in the undergrowth. A hidden path revealed itself, snaking through the jungle, pulled out of hiding by invisible hands. Alicio considered it a moment before inclining his head at Senator Vonn, and stepping forward. "Kind of them to hold the door for us."

The Chancellor disappeared into the jungle, following a winding route. And as the rest of the delegation assumedly followed, the hidden path obscured behind them.

 

[Vera Noble]

Crakull

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Tag: Jackson Lesan

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Vera didn't answer Jackson right away. Her focus snapped into place the second that mass of twitching limbs came at her from the left. She moved, sidestepping into a low slide, saber igniting in a flash of emerald The blade hummed as she carved through the creature's midsection, fluid splashing against her boots.

Another came straight at her, this one bigger. Its mouth opened too wide, a spiral of bone and teeth that never should have evolved like that. She twisted her saber and lunged forward, slashing deep into its side. But even wounded, it kept coming.

"They don't go down easily!" she hissed through her teeth.

Then came the moment. A full-grown one rushed them from the fog, limbs flailing and aggressive.. Jackson shouted. She felt the pressure around them tightening. Vera stepped back beside him, saber held at an angle. Her hand lifted, palm out. The Force surged. Like a pulse of power that hit everything in front of her. The air rippled and cracked as several of the splitlings were lifted off their feet and hurled into the ruins. Two smashed into a stone column and crumpled. Another hit the far wall and didn't move again.

"Move!" she shouted, not needing to say more. Her saber carved through another trying to regroup. She didn't stop. She didn't look back.

"Let's go!"

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[Jackson Lesan]

Wearing: xxx
Tag: Vera Noble Tyron Khan

Jackson pivoted hard, his blue saber cleaving clean through a splitling's bloated form. The young Lugubraa screeched—not from pain, but from need, like its body hadn't yet realized it was dying.

"I hate these things," he growled, stepping back just in time to avoid the snap of a full-grown Lugubraa's gnashing maw. Its breath reeked of decay and iron. "Seriously. They're like nightmares with teeth."

He slashed across its shoulder, severing one of the upper arms, but it didn't stop. It kept coming, slapping its remaining barbed suction-cups against the ground for leverage.

That's when he knew they couldn't hold.

Not without help.

Jackson ducked under a lunging swipe, slammed his saber into the creature's midsection, then activated his comm with his off-hand.

<<< "This is Padawan Jackson Lesan—Crakull, grid 9C-Delta! We've got a full Lugubraa infestation in the ruins—at least three mature forms, multiple splitlings, and I repeat, this is a nest! We need reinforcements on-site now!" >>>

Screeches filled the air around them as more pinging pulses echoed through the fog, echolocation bouncing off stone, water, them. They were being mapped. Hunted.

He gritted his teeth, switching back to both hands on his saber as another adult surged forward, jaws gaping. He leapt back, letting its weight carry it into a broken pillar. Then drove his blade up into its chest and shoved.

<<< "Requesting Jedi support, evac shuttle on standby, and full burn disinfectant on landing! These things don't die easy!" >>>

He ended the transmission with a clipped breath and turned to Vera.

"Reinforcements are on the way assuming the signal makes it through the sludge this place calls a sky." His eyes narrowed behind the visor. "You still feel that pull? The memory chamber?"

Because if they were going to hold out, they needed high ground. Cover. A reason this horror show was worth bleeding for.

Another splitling barreled through the mist toward them.

Jackson stepped forward and met it mid-charge, his saber blazing bright.

"Let's find it," he said. "Before they find us."

 

[Drystan Creed]

OBJECTIVE II

So this man was affiliated with the alliance. The badge looked authentic enough, and he had no reason to doubt someone knee deep in leeches in a place like this.

"I wouldn't call it fun. More educational," Drystan watched as a thermal detonator sailed past him—straight into one of the many holes the creatures had emerged from. The blast managed to deliver a sizeable blow to the horde, cutting their numbers down a notch… but the tide kept flowing.

This time, Drystan delivered a quintuplet of strikes to another leech, striking where a human's vitals would approximately be—one to the head, the ribs, the groin, the thigh, and then the chest—so fast they seemed simultaneous to the naked eye. The beast crumpled beneath the barrage, the room trembling with each impact. And yet, it still didn't meet his standard.

"The chin is the fastest way to knock out any man," he muttered. "But I've yet to find anything like that in these creatures. None of my takedowns have been clean."

He sighed, disappointment laced his voice. If these were human opponents, he wouldn't have to waste as much energy. Just a quick reach to the chin or temple—efficient, minimal effort. That was the goal. To find the same kind of mechanical precision against any species.

So far, no luck.

"If you've got any advice, I'd like to hear it. But let's press further down. I suspect there's an entire hive of these things right beneath us."

He took a few steps forward before another Lugubraa lunged at him from the side. Without breaking stride, Drystan caught it by the neck and slammed it into the ground, the impact splattering viscera across his outfit.

He barely reacted.

"Oh—but you don't have to come with me," he added, sounding nonjudgemental. "If you don't think you can handle any more, I suggest heading for the surface. I'd rather not have a casualty on my conscience."

Gavin Restur

 

[Gym Halpern]

LOCATION: Rishi Maze
TAG: Open

BYOO​

Personal Report
Fleet Captain Gym Halpern
Kenobi Class System Defender
ANS Indomitable.

Tactical, Report!

“Sir!” Lt. Commander Altan, his Tactical Chief, looked up from the station. Tipoca City is calming, but there is a matter of the Southern pods. There looks to be a Clone troop build up there. They look to be preparing for an assault.“

The Fleet Captain's voice was annoyed, but not at his tactical chief. Walking around his command table(something he borrowed from his time on “The Celestial City”, his gaze fixed on the viewscreen. Open Alliance and NJO operating channels in that area. Inform them we have “Hawkbat” (A-Wing) and “Gundark” (B-Wing) wings on site and are prepared to thin their opposition if they are clear. If they are, engage, if not, wait. Surgical strikes people. We’re not looking to cut their nose off to spite their face. We have “Spirit” wing (Stealth Y’s) for cutting.

The crew exchanged uneasy glances, but nobody questioned the command. Gym smirked.

What about the Lugubraa?

It was not a quick response, but when it came from Sensors. ”Bravo Company is moving at their fallback positions, Alpha is sending out assistance calls. They’re not going to hold their positions, sir” Halpern didn’t like what he was hearing, but it was expected.

Wolfs (X-wing) surgical strikes and paint bigger targets for “Beady Eye”s (Y-Wings). Keep the channels open still for them too. This is more a ground fight than the air, but let’s help them all we can.

Commander Enuda, the Flight Director came out of his office on the Flight bridge in a flight suit. [“Captain, I’ll fly in a gunship and we’ll provide close air and extraction assistance where we can.“] He didn’t like the idea of it, but nodded on his viewport.


TLDR- assisting all objs
Judah Lesan , Kas Larsen , Livia Rehn , Valery Noble , @Aadhir Lidos

 

[Velyra Vonn]

Senator Velyra Vonn of Zeltros
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A pause passed between them—long enough for the jungle to reclaim its stillness, for the air to settle. Velyra let the idea linger, as if tasting its flavor before deciding how best to pair it – donning no mask before those who are masters of controlling how they are perceived.

Her gaze slipped forward again, toward the path that lay ahead.

No masks? Oh, darling… if only it were that simple everywhere.

She followed the Chancellor’s lead with a smooth pivot of her heel, taking slow steps into the revealed trail as vines curled upward in silent choreography. The jungle seemed to breathe around them. Fold them in. Pave the path for the delegation’s presence into the world.

Some cant remove all their mask like a shawl. A mask under a mask will have have to suffice.

Her voice came softly behind him, cool and less playful than before.

“Then let’s be very careful, Chancellor.”
A faint smile ghosted her lips. “In my experience, the galaxy only rewards those who wear honesty exceptionally well.”

Her presence adjusted—more stillness in her shoulders, more poise in her breath. This was not Zeltros, nor Coruscant. To her, this felt like a place where the unseen held court, and every motion meant more than the words it followed.

The mask she wore now wasn’t exactly false. It was chosen. A ceremonial veil woven to be a mild mannered caricature of herself. Restraint unbecoming of her homeworld, but only a small indignity to pay for first impressions.

She glanced once more toward the man beside her.

Strange how easy it would be to trust him.

And with that, she stepped further into the jungle cathedral, her stride fluid, her poise unbroken—ready to meet the thousand faces ahead.

Alicio Organa – Open to others
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[Tyron Khan]

RECLAIMING THE REACH: OBJECTIVE II

Inside of his ship the Besalisk was preparing suitable equipment to take with him for when he was required to enter Crakull's surface. All necessary and some extra tools were at the ready. Tyron went to the communication panel of the ship where he had issued out a transmission to all available Alliance and Jedi channels. It was then he had received the following messages coming through his comms.

"This is Padawan Jackson Lesan—Crakull, grid 9C-Delta! We've got a full Lugubraa infestation in the ruins—at least three mature forms, multiple splitlings, and I repeat, this is a nest! We need reinforcements on-site now!"

"Requesting Jedi support, evac shuttle on standby, and full burn disinfectant on landing! These things don't die easy!"

"This is Padawan Learner Tyron Khan responding to the call from Padawan Lesan. Help's coming!"

Tyron got to the controls of his ship assigning it to be the EVAC shuttle that Jackson Lesan called for over the comm line. The Besalisk aspiring to become a Jedi Ace now this was his chance. Focused and ready. Activated the boosters and thrusters to raise his ship off the ground and the landing gear pulled into the hull.

The ship flew through the darkened skies clearing through and Tyron entered the coordinates provided by Padawan Lesan. Honing in on the area of where these Ruins and nest are located on Crakull. Arming the turbo-laser cannons to open fire and attempt to provide cover for the Jedi team in the Ruins.

The ship made its arrival for Padawan Learners Vera Noble and Jackson Lesan it hovered but moved gingerly through the sky. Tyron pressed the intercom button to open communications. Droids were on stand-by at the door if the Padawans needed space to retreat in.

"I'm arming this ship's turbo-laser cannons to draw attention away from you and provide cover. Just say the word if you want to come aboard and you can man turrets to thin down the numbers at this location."

Tyron got his four hands at the levers of the turbo-laser cannons he was able to manage. 16 fingers and 4 thumbs ready to fire up the necessary cannon shooting against the Lugubraa infestation threatening fellow Jedi. He needed the other Padawan Learners to make the call and seize the support being provided.

The cannons wheels were cycling and spinning as Tyron was heating the guns up and ready to engage.

Outfit: Clothes
Weapons: Double-Bladed Lightsabers
Saber Hilts: Guardian Hilt | Vanquisher Hilt
Master: Kaeleon Seleare | Kei Raxis
TAGS: Vera Noble | Jackson Lesan

 

[Kayla Ordo-Shan]

Kayla didn't answer right away.

She felt the weight of Hurn's hand where it had steadied her-warm, solid, then gone. The echo of his words lingered, rattling in the hollow space between her ribs where breath should live.

He saved your life. Now you carry that forward.

Carry it forward. Right.

Her ancestor thought it was a good time to try and advise one again, it did not last long.

Weep not, for they are one with the force-

Not helping.

Reload, right, she was...spent?

Her hands were still trembling as she checked her energy cell. Blood, dirt, a shred of fabric clung to her gloves. His blood? Hers?

She sucked in a breath through her teeth. The air tasted of scorched plants, gun oil and that dry, coppery note that never washed out, not really. Her vision pulsed at the edges-ghosts in the corner of her eye, the dead pressing close, demanding she look at them. Remember them-

She wouldn't. Not now. Not ever.

Kayla switched out the spent power cell on her blaster pistol, stowed it, and reached for the rifle she had left hanging on her back. The phantoms vanished, as put her mind elsewhere.

She braced her rifle against her shoulder, testing the weight. Her knees still wanted to buckle. She clenched them straight, and disengaged the safety as her rifle hummed to life.

One breath. Then another. She built herself back up, letting sanity replace the carnage from earlier.

To stay here was a death sentence. She had a chance to keep going, her comrade didn't. She couldn't let that be wasted.

She swallowed the bile in her throat and stepped after Livia, boots crunching over trampled weeds and blood-dark mud.

Reloaded. Ready enough. Still here. She fell into line as the pair withdrew, though the world still looked askew from her cracked visor.

Tags: Livia Rehn

 

[Gavin Restur]

Here they come.

While keeping his Pike in hand, he took a moment before getting back into the fight to press a button on his off-hand's wrist pad. A small, white shield of energy would form over most of his forearm. Ready for whatever they threw at him.

Turns out, what they were going to "throw at him", were quite literally themselves.

The first leech that went for him, merely went to bite his head off. A lift of his shielded arm would cause the creature to ram its maw into the energy shield. With a quick jut of the Pike forwards, it sliced straight through the leech's neck, burning through until the tip of the Pike extended out the back of the neck. With a quick pull of the Pike out, and a kick to the body, the creature fell.

Another leech charged at him, with a piece of glass in hand that it was intending to use as a means to gut him. With a quick swipe of his shielded arm, the energy shield struck right against its head, causing it to stumble to the side. All it took was a quick follow-up slice across with the Pike to cut it down.

["The chin is the fastest way to knock out any man, but I've yet to find anything like that in these creatures. None of my takedowns have been clean."]

"Well, these are biologically made for combat. Maybe they had such weaknesses removed in their genetics, hm?" It was around now that they really started coming for him, which means he had to pick up the pace. Three were coming. A launch of himself through the air allowed him to deliver a sharp roundhouse to the head of the first one, staggering it. Immediately on recovering, the second went to grab at his head. His hands launched forwards instead, one grasping at one of its wrists, the other deflecting the creature's other arm, and taking hold behind its large maw. Twisting his body to trip the leech over himself, and throwing the leech harshly onto the floor. The third leech went to chomp off a part of his body, but all it met was his energy shield, slamming its head into it. A harsh push to the side made the leech lose balance, before a kick to the back of its neck launched it down onto of the one he threw. One slice down with the Pike sliced through both of them, and a stab forwards went straight through the body of the initial leech.

They were all dead, and he took a moment to exhale once more.

["If you've got any advice, I'd like to hear it. But let's press further down. I suspect there's an entire hive of these things right beneath us."]

"Well, my first piece of advice would be to fight these things with a weapon, but it seems you've been able to handle these things without such. I understand it, though." Admittedly, his first instinct was to rush at these things with his bare hands, too.

He was going to keep talking, but first, a leech decided to interrupt their conversation. And, he watched the man quickly dispatch of it.

Anyway.

["Oh—but you don't have to come with me, if you don't think you can handle any more, I suggest heading for the surface. I'd rather not have a casualty on my conscience."]

"I appreciate the concern, friend. But, I think I can keep going. Besides, I think I've got enough destructive capabilities on me to deal with this hive you speak of." Still had a few thermals in his satchel, not to mention the flamethrower on his wrist pad. Should be good. Steps would follow the man as he walked.

"Name's Gavin, by the way. Pleasure to meet you. After watching all them moves of yours, I'm gon' assume you're one of them Jedi. Am I right?" Might as well get to know the man he's going to be spending some time with. And if he's right, he's wondering where the lightsaber is. All Jedi carry lightsabers, right?

Drystan Creed

 

[Alicio Organa]

Lao-mon
Obj. 1: A Thousand Faces
- Velyra Vonn - Open -
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Alicio knew this flavor of pause well.

He had played their game for a long time. Diplomatic talks, polite conversation, heated debates, he'd mastered their shape enough on the road to the Chancellery. He knew what Velyra was thinking, though whether it came from his instincts in politics, or the Force, he couldn't quite say.

Us politicians are loathe to be without our masks, aren't we? They are our sword and shield, all in one. It was like asking a Jedi to abandon the Force.

“In my experience, the galaxy only rewards those who wear honesty exceptionally well.”​

Alicio huffed a laugh. "I think you could be right." In his experience, honesty was rarely rewarded, regardless of the wearer. He'd gotten in plenty of trouble in his past, because of his inability to bend on the truth. Because of blind faith that others would do the same. "Then I hope the galaxy is feeling exceptionally generous today."

The walk was, thankfully, rather short and rather pleasant. Wild green canopies above sheltered them from the sky, curling vines strayed in lazy loops over their pathway, and bright tropical flowers highlighted their way, until they came to a clearing in the jungle. A ring of trees, their tops swaying gently in a lazy breeze.

But Alicio could sense something more. They were not alone.

Frowning in thought, Alicio stepped to the center of the clearing, planting his feet. "Thank you for inviting us to your home. My name is Alicio Organa. I come representing the Galactic Alliance with my fellow delegates."

Silence.

"We'd... like to have an open dialogue with you. If you are willing."

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Silence. Alicio glanced at Velyra, a sideways smile on his face. At least they were listening.

 

[Vera Noble]

Crakull

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Tag: Jackson Lesan Tyron Khan

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Vera didn't flinch when the ugly monsters burst from the mist. Jackson's blade met it cleanly, and she moved to his side, her own lightsaber raised in defense against the next wave.

"I still feel it," she said, "The chamber's ahead. It's pulling harder now. We're close."

She kept her saber angled, eyes on the movement in the mist. The Lugubraa weren't retreating. If anything, they were pressing harder. Her breath was calm, controlled, but her grip tightened slightly. There were too many to fight out in the open. They needed assistance.

She glanced sideways as Jackson finished his call. Reinforcements would hopefully help, whether they were boots on the ground or aerial.

The low whine of approaching engines soon cut through the noise of battle, and her head turned toward the sound. A ship was moving in overhead. Tyron's voice crackled over the comms a moment later. She exhaled in relief but didn't lose focus.

"Good timing," she said, raising her voice for the comm. "We're holding position but we can't evac yet." She stepped forward, saber raised, striking down another beast that lunged too close. Its body hit the muck behind her with a splash.

"There's something deeper we need to r each first. We think it's a memory chamber, and it might explain why the Lugubraa are nesting here at all. We need to get to it." She turned her gaze upward, narrowing her eyes toward the ship's position in the clouds.

"Can you join us on the ground? We could use the extra set of hands while the guns keep them off our backs. Once we reach the chamber, we'll signal for extraction."

Vera looked back at Jackson, her expression showing she was ready.

"Let's go."

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