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."