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

[Jackson Lesan]

Wearing: xxx
Tag: Vera Noble @Tyron Kahn
The moment Tyron’s voice came through the comms, Jackson’s shoulders lifted. The cavalry had arrived, and just in time.

Blue light swept outward in a tight arc as he spun, bisecting another splitling that had tried to flank them. Its gurgling cry was swallowed by the hiss of mist and the shriek of charging Lugubraa. The nest was getting louder and angrier.

"Copy that, Tyron," Jackson called into his comm, breathing sharp between his teeth. "Your timing’s perfect. These things don't spook easy. Keep the cannons hot."

He pivoted beside Vera, eyes narrowing as she cut down another charging beast. Her poise, even in this madness, was rock steady. Just like her mother. Just like Judah would be. He felt it now too, the way she spoke about the chamber. It was a beacon buried beneath centuries of rot.

"We get to that chamber and we might find more than answers," Jackson muttered. "We might even find the reason Crakull hasn’t been reclaimed."

He pressed the comm again.

"Tyron deploy any droids you have. Keep the ship circling low and draw fire when you can, but like Vera said we need your boots on the ground. We’ll hold the front. You hit them from the flank and push ahead with us."

The blue blade of his saber crackled as he lifted it again.

“Let’s clear a landing zone for him, Vera. We move fast and stay tight. The faster we reach that chamber, the sooner we stop bleeding.”

More shapes slithered into view, one full-grown Lugubraa stomping forward, maw wide, its suctioned arms twitching in anticipation. Behind it, splitlings scattered over broken walls and half-sunken tiles like a tide.

Jackson moved first.

With a shout and a burst of motion, he surged ahead, saber blazing. He cut down the lead splitling in a clean overhead arc, then pivoted into a fluid spin, slicing through a second before it could latch onto his leg. He ducked a claw swipe from the adult and stabbed forward, burying the blade into its thick hide. Black ichor sizzled on impact. Without hesitating, he yanked his saber free and pressed the advantage, using the Force to shove debris aside as he carved what he could through the writhing swarm. Every motion was purposeful and efficient. He had trained and practiced this for hours upon hours. He wasn’t just fighting.

He was clearing a way.

“At least I’m better at this than with training remotes…”

They needed to laugh.

 

[Tyron Khan]

CRAKULL - OBJECTIVE II - RECLAIMING THE REACH

The ship made its arrival with Padawan Learner Tyron Khan inside. Communications having been established with fellow Padawan Learners Vera Noble and Jackson Lesan on the ground. The Besalisk placed an Antiox Rebreather Mask. Not knowing what Crakull's atmosphere was like and modified the breathing chemicals with oxygen, air for Tyron to use his mask before engaging the conflict here.

Tyron listened to what Vera Noble had described over the comms about there being a chamber that had a draw emitting from it through the Force. It possibly being the source of why the Lugubraa held a high presence here. They need dealt with immediately and the Besalisk assigned what droids were on his ship.

Two droids took up positioning in the ship to pilot it - where it will fly low to remain close by for the Padawan Learners and be ready for EVAC when called upon. Next three droids aboard were taking up posts in the turrets where targeting systems came online. Vera Noble and Jackson Lesan were flagged as friendlies in that targeting systems for the droids to take a lot of note from. Including Tyron as well.

Four more armed and combat ready droids accompanied the Besalisk at the door of his ship.

"I'm coming in to provide Ground Support and flank the Lugubraa. Droids are keeping the ship flying low and providing cover fire. There are droids coming in on the ground. Securing an EVAC zone for us."

The ship's door opened up and while it did the turbo-laser cannon turrets whined and whirled away that began opening fire AFTER both Vera Noble and Jackson Lesan got to clear and secure positions onsite.

Both of Tyron's Lightsaber hilts were in the palm grips of his two upper hands. They were Double-bladed Lightsabers or to some known as Saberstaff hilts. Accompanied by the battle droids, four of them, two with blaster rifles and pistol sidearms while the other two droids carried Vibroswords dual wielding.

Descended from the ship door to make his landing down onto the surface. Mask on and geared up, both of the Lightsaber hilts beams were ignited by Tyron's thumbs. In the opening stance of Form I: Shii-Cho suited towards multiple opponents with the way the situation was explained to the Besalisk by the others.

"I've made my landing North from where you are. Four droids are here to secure a landing zone. I'm coming in to flank and clear out what Lugubraa I can manage. I'll rendezvous with you both shortly."

Tyron said over the comm line between Vera Noble and Jackson Lesan where he began making his approach to engage the Luguabraa and their splitlings on the ground. Turbo-laser cannon whizzed overhead as Tyron was making his way on the ground using the ship's cover fire to push ahead.

There he could feel and sense the pull that Vera Noble had mentioned over the earlier comms to him prior to his landing. His attention and focus went to cutting through and slicing up several of the Lugubraa creature monsters that posed dangerous threats for anyone to confront against.

Used horizontal and vertical strikes to kill off the creatures attempting to attack the Besalisk. The way Tyron was moving was guided through the Lightside of the Force. Utilizing the ability Precognition

"You two weren't joking about these things possibly having a nest here. Still on my way to you both."

Tyron was cutting his way through the horde of beasts that continue to have a high presence within the area. Turbo-laser cannon fire kept on going to provide the aerial support required for the trio of Jedi. The team of droids back at the made shift landing zone kept the Lugubraa back for the time being.

The ability of Precognition was sparingly utilized to avoid exhaustion and fatigue while in the field. The Force continued to aid and guide Tyron along while he was gaining ground to reach Vera Noble and Jackson Lesan up ahead. His Double-bladed Lightsabers were continuously spinning in vicious circles all while applying use of Telekinesis against the Lugubraa. He was coming in like a strong Tidal Wave cleaning house in the area.

Tyron was making progress and getting closer to his fellow Padawan Learners. He too was curious about the Chambers that were mentioned in previous comms between the trio.

He wasn't stopping. Tyron was not holding back and continued through flanking the beasts he confronted.

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

 

[Drystan Creed]

OBJECTIVE II

"A weapon?" Drystan stifled a chuckle—not at what Gavin said, but how outlandish not bringing weapons to a place like this might seem to others.

"For as long as I can remember, I've used them. My drive to master the blade... let's just say the blade ended up mastering me." He clenched his fist, then relaxed it—never once looking at the leech lunging toward him. Instead, he delivered a blind strike that sent it crumpling to the ground.

"Now I seek to master myself."

A pause—then a sliding kick sent another leech off its feet, followed by an axe kick that crushed its head into the floor.

"Drystan Creed. Jedi Shadow," he said in response to Gavin's introduction. Despite his casual tone, he never dropped his guard. They were still surrounded, after all—and the creatures looked ravenous. But they'd find nothing to devour but a fistful of strikes.

"Keep those blasters trained on the back row. I'll handle the front. They spring out of any hole you can think of, so if you've got ways to collapse them, use them. The map I recovered says we're on the right track. If you're unsure, just look for where their numbers are thickest—that'll set you on the right path."

It was a simple plan—but these were simple creatures, and the quickest way to deal with them was brute force. Strategy might be needed later, but for now, it didn't seem necessary.

Gavin Restur

 

[Livia Rehn]

"Woe to the vanquished."

Tags - Kayla Ordo-Shan



The muck sucked at their boots as they advanced—slow, deliberate, efficient. The flickering haze of smoke and bioluminescent spore clouds cast everything in sickly green and fire-washed orange, the battlefield shifting like a bad dream in motion.

Livia Rehn walked at point, weapon braced tight, barrel sweeping in calculated arcs. Her armor—blackened and streaked with blood—moved without sound, her steps ghosting over the churned ruin of the forest floor. Each footfall landed exactly where it needed to. Not wasteful. Not rushed. No hesitation.

She never looked back.

Not even once.

Behind her, she heard the others fall into position. Hurn's boots, heavy and grounded—purposeful. The girl's steps, light but faltering—unsteady, trying to match their rhythm.

Livia heard it all. Measured it. Filed it away.

That didn't concern Livia.

What did interest her was the rhythm of recovery.

Some soldiers broke after a loss. Froze. Begged. Panicked. They became dead weight or liabilities.

But Kayla had drawn breath.

Reloaded.

Stood.

Walked.

It was a data point. A valuable one.

Livia's voice finally crackled through the comms—calm, low, perfectly controlled.

"Contact up ahead. Forty meters. No movement. Heat signatures neutral. Clearing ahead—possible fallback zone if Bravo continues to fracture."

She didn't wait for acknowledgment. She turned and knelt at the edge of a broken embankment, eyes scanning the undergrowth. Her visor adjusted automatically—switching to thermal, then infrared, then normal light again.

Everything was quiet.

Which was wrong.

She pulled up her scope and toggled the magnifier. A field of crumpled bodies lay just beyond the ridge—Alliance uniforms intermingled with the bloated husks of Lugubraa spawn. No twitching. No pulses. The only movement was the wind, and the slow ripple of rising smoke.

"Dead zone. Ambush is possible. Hurn."

The sergeant moved up beside her without hesitation, scanning with practiced eyes. He grunted quietly, his tone dry.

"Looks like Bravo-Red's forward fireteam. Gutted before they could regroup."

"Likely they were pinned. No mortar coverage in this sector. Swarmed before the retreat order propagated through the channel," Livia said. Her tone was utterly void of emotion.

"I can get a beacon down. Pull their tags."

"They're beyond saving."

Hurn didn't answer right away.

Then, calmly: "We do it anyway."

He stood, pulled a beacon disc from his belt, and stepped down into the graveyard.

Livia watched him move—not because she was worried, but because she was… analyzing. Calculating. Always.

He was a variable. Solid. Predictable. Brave in the way soldiers often were when they still believed in something. He had his code. His lines. She could use that.

But she would never understand it.

She turned to glance over her shoulder.

Kayla stood just a few meters back.

Livia stared at her for a moment longer than necessary.

Then she spoke—quiet, clipped.

"You didn't panic. That matters."

Her tone wasn't kind. It wasn't encouraging. It was observation, distilled and weaponized into something cold and sharp.

"What unit?"

 

[Gavin Restur]

Jedi Shadow? Never heard of that, before.

But hey, as long as this guy could be good in a fight, he didn't particularly care much. Another slice downwards with the Force Pike cut off one of the long, slender arms of a leech. A harsh front kick to the chest sent the creature barreling back, slamming into a wall before it fell down.

["Keep those blasters trained on the back row. I'll handle the front. They spring out of any hole you can think of, so if you've got ways to collapse them, use them."]

"Collapse them, hm? I'll see what I can do..."

A quick flick of his Pike collapsed it, and it's clipped back onto his belt. His hands lowered to unholster his two blasters at his hips, and a flick of one of the switches changed the firing modes on the blasters. Turning them from their standard firing mode, to their power-concentrated mode. With that, his eyes went to scanning around them.

To which, it didn't take long at all to start spotting several holes that the leeches kept crawling through. And he didn't like that.

A press of a button on his wristpad would activate his rocket boots. A few puffs of flames shot out, before a steady push would cause him to launch up into the air. As he was flying upwards, he would be charging the bolts in his blasters, a sharp glare of yellow light emitting from the barrels.

Eventually, he would come to a halt in the air, and his aim went upwards. Two larger, powerful bolts soon shot out from his blasters, soaring up towards the ceiling. The two bolts struck the ceiling hard, as they would explode on impact. These explosions were enough to cause several large pieces of debris to come crashing down towards the ground. These pieces of debris would not only cause the most immediate holes to be covered up, they would also crush any of the Lugubraa near by.

"Covered some holes! I'll start pickin' off some of the ones in the back!" Yelling down towards the Jedi Shadow. With that, he started to let normal bolts fly downwards as he remained flying in the air, peppering the leeches below with blaster bolts, and starting to drop the ones towards the back of the crowds.

Leaving the ones in the front to the other.

Drystan Creed

 

[Aadihr Lidos]

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

Dirt still hung in the air from Valery’s impact. Cracked moss smoldered where the shockwave had broken open the earth. For just a moment, Aadihr thought they might have done it—held the line, stopped the tide.

But then he saw it. A ripple in the Force. The swamp behind the treeline lit up from a malignant hunger. Something stepped through the marsh.

It was enormous. Misshapen. A pulsing knot of biomass nearly three meters tall, Lugubraa clung to it like barnacles, almost fully adult splittings feeding off a massive parent, fused to its skin—its whole body moving in spasms, like it didn’t know how to stop growing.

Aadihr’s face wrinkles in disgust.

He strode into the center of the broken clearing beside Valery, pike still lit, robes soiled with gore.

“We can’t fall back.”

His voice was quiet. Certain.

“if That thing makes it through, we lose the second line. Maybe more.”

The creature’s steps sank deep into the mud. Steam hissed from its back like breath.

He turned his head slightly toward her—not seeing, but knowing where she was, as if the Force itself was a map laid flat across the jungle.

“I’ll take the right side.”

The pike spun once in his grip.
Then he moved—cutting wide, silent steps through steam and ash as the beast let out a low, gurgling growl.

Valery Noble​

 

[Mykel Dawson]

Objective: Reclaiming the Reach
Allies: Alliance ( Valery Noble , Aadihr Lidos )
With: Jedi Knight Consular Kaldor Vexis (NPC), OPEN

Jedi Robes

As Mykel guided his gunship (x) through the putrid cloud cover, he let out a frustrated grunt while witnessing the multi-front battle unfolding on the surface. He and Kaldor had been too late, ironically undertaking a diplomatic outreach mission just to avoid this occurrence.

"This war began long before you and I drew breath," Kaldor assured him. "However, do not be deterred, today we may end it and still save lives in the process."

"I hope so, because it looks like hell down down there."

His comms was abuzz with activity, dozens of voices calling for air support, medivac, recon, etc. For the moment, he silenced those calls as he reached out to Command on the local battle net.

"Command, this is Knight Dawson and Knight Vexis. We need to get in contact with the Grandmaster immediately. We have managed to recruit some Elder Lugubraa willing to talk down the hor---their junior counterparts." Mykel was quick to catch himself before uttering hordes, afraid that his Lugubraa guests seated behind him may take offense to that term as a pejorative.

Unlike the relatively savage Lugubraa below, the elder Lugubraa he currently ferried in the gunship were literal geniuses, having gone through their second evolution upon reaching their golden years. The plan fairly was simple, to get the elders to calm down the adolescent Lugubraa and peacefully relocate the survivors off planet to join the elders' packs elsewhere among the vast reaches of the Unknown Regions, nice and far away from the Galactic Alliance and the Croke. Hopefully, the Grandmaster agreed with the plan if and when he was able to reach her.

There was also the matter out outreach to the entire horde in the midst of ongoing fighting, but Mykel had a plan for that, too. They just needed to get through this first hurdle.