Faction &nbsp; Shackle Your Enthusiasm [Silver Jedi Concord]

Aveline Cuiléin

The Chiss man had been travelling through the system, searching for a particular signal when he had come across the jedi temple on Deneba. His curiosity had gotten the better of him in search of a particular jedi master, wondering if the bio-signatures from down below contained the man he sought. He had come in, landing and providing his legal identity in the galaxy before asking about the current masters in attendance.

His crimson eyes narrowed when he didn't hear the name he wanted, the small wave of his hand dismissing the rest of his questions. A small alert from his ship's scanners had him accessing his helmet's systems and receiving the pertinent data of the sudden attack below the temple. The helmet did not betray the ponderous look he wore behind it as he stalked towards his starship and reached the impromptu armory he had made out of one of the cabins.

He could hear the soft sound of fighting in the valley down below.

Taking the sniper rifle from its mount, he took a long moment to stair down the scope before stepping outside and walking to the edge of the landing pad and sighting down the scope towards the ruckus. His finger laid flat against the trigger guard, waiting for the proper signs of a potential threat to those down below.

His friend would see him in a far more favorable light if he took the time to help protect those he cared for. A sentiment that Rosath did not share, but gaining favor was worth it. He switched the optics of his helmet to thermal, squinting against the sharp colors of the world as he focused on the more mobile colors that moved inside the rather cool tree line.

A smile grew behind the visor as he focused on one trying to hide themselves particularly well behind the brush and tree cover. Flipping the switch from semi-automatic to manual, he took a deep breath, blinking at the pause in breathing before exhaling and feeling glass break against his finger. There was a large bloom from the external docking pad. The duracrete railing being shook of it's gathered particulates.

Most would have questioned his posture as anyone watching would have seen him aim just right of the target. The mono-filament wire gave him the necessary time to adjust his aim to ever so softly curve the shot around the large based tree and towards the offending shooter. The recoil, and resounding thundercrack had plainly given him away as he moved to chamber another full metal jacket round.

Desbre Gensan · Nov 25, 2020

Location: In a vulnerable tactical position, Deneba

Equipment: Simple Jedi Robes, inherited lightsaber, light-filtering lenses

Tag:

Takui | Rosath |

Milla Caranthyr

A lot was happening all at once. The padawans mostly began to fall back. "Aveline," she called out to the other girl and quickly tossed the Devaronian master's saber to her, unlit. As one of the most senior Padawans, she was most likely besides Debre herself to wield it with some measure of competence. Des had her own already, inherited, but it was hers and it worked.

Jorah zos Darnus retrieved a weapon from his back, revealed to be an energy bow. Within a couple seconds, he had it ready and instead moved to join Desbre. While he was much younger than her, and not as good with a saber, yet... She nevertheless had seen he had ability. Different training, but he was able in his own right. The economical motions to set up his bow were evidence enough, but more so she did not sense panic, but he was calm. Even enlivened, and ready. Younger, but fierce. She could use that, he was a good ally, and had a good head on his shoulders, and was already returning fire. Good on him.

Jorah zos Darnus said:
Dropped into a three-point crouch, the boy leveled the bow parallel to the ground as he loosed a shot back at the attackers. Then, notching back a second arrow, shuffled over near enough to the Arkanian woman for her to have heard him say, "After you, Sister."

A Nightbrother did not retreat when his brethren still fought. The boy loosed a second arrow, preparing a third as he waited to see if the Arkantian was joining the retreat or the fight.

Jorah would follow whichever lead she provided him.

Sister. It was layered with meaning. It meant kin, and tribe, but also a title. That much she felt, and she felt his deference, and more than that, willingness to fight at her side. That alone was heartening, even as he loosed another accurate shot, despite the cloud in the way.

"Master Caltin can handle himself. We protect the pack, fighting retreat until we get into a defensive position."

CRACK!

Some projectile launched over their heads. Turning, Des spotted a man in the distance with what looked like a massive rifle. They were sitting ducks. The shot went over their heads, into the cloud of dust. She then saw the line that lead straight to the attacking lines. A friendly? She hoped. It seemed like. That was good. The more the better.

They had sat still long enough. "Let's move. Fall back twenty meters, then start returning fire while I fall back to you. Leapfrogging," she directed. Standing up, she reactivated her saber with that familiar snap-hiss. Her weapon hummed brightly as she spun clockwise, advancing to the left, catching a bolt with one swipe. The bolt reflected back through the cloud, into the crowd. She heard a distant scream of pain. She'd hit something or somebody. Wincing apologetically she deflected another shot. This she managed to send back into the cluster as well. There was no telling how long she could keep it up though. Things were getting real out here.

Aveline Cuiléin · Nov 26, 2020

Aveline had never seen death up close. Not like this. Not so unexpected. There was hardly time to process the event. The Devaronian was but the first of the enemy's targets. Aveline dropped to the ground.

Desbre Gensan was thankfully more resourceful. She stood, both sabers in hand, before making a brilliant telekinetic wave of the Force to grant them some cover. Aveline did not linger on the ground long.

Fear gripped her like never before. She could scarcely recall a time she had felt less safe. In previous combat situations, she had at least felt some agency. Seeing the Jedi Knight go down like that... It could happen at any moment, without warning, to anyone. Even the Jedi Knights. That shook her to the core.

Blaster fire danced around them. Perhaps it would have claimed them all in time if not for the unseen heroics of one Jedi Master. For the first time she felt the presence of

Caltin Vanagor . Where had he come from? When? No matter. He was a saviour sent from the Force.

On their retreat, Des called to her. The dead Devaronian's hilt was firmly grasped by her grip. In the next moment his blue blade snapped back to life. Now in the hands of someone lesser, but where fury awakened and vengeance loomed on the horizon. It somehow steeled her resolve some. How dare they. A Jedi Enclave. How fethin dare they. She practically let out a roar as she slapped one incoming blaster bolt coming her way. She had obviously meant for it to hit back to its sender, but instead it took to the skies.

Following the path of the deflected blaster bolt, two ships came into view. They were not large, freighters only, but who knew how many they carried. One had fired on the group of Padawans, but it was a glancing shot hoping to get lucky at best, it missed them by a wide margin. It did not remain to finish the job, instead moving straight for the Enclave. One would drop and seek to claim the hangar, the other hover over the main entrance and let its forces rappel down. Likely to the dismay (or trigger-happy glee) of one Rosath.

They were coming for the temple. To what end was unclear, but soon enough their lot would swarm the place, seeking to conquer it from within as well as without. Would they seek escape, although the hangar was contested? Refuge within the temple, though likely find it already with hostiles potentially behind unseen corners? They had struck first from the forest. How far did their encirclement last? Many questions were posed. What served as their ally was the fact that they had not come for them. They were a byproduct, a pest to swat away, but ultimately, they sought the bowels of the Enclave to satisfy their mission.

Takui |

Milla Caranthyr |

Desbre Gensan | Jorah zos Darnus |

Caltin Vanagor | Rosath

Takui · Nov 26, 2020

The others had real responses. He could hear them calling back and forth. Unlike Taku, when chaos took the helm and everything made no sense, they were able to shunt it aside. They had cool heads. All Taku had was the voice in his head screaming danger. Rational thought had drained from him entirely.

His terror was laced with an underlying resentment. Were the people he knew going to die? Were they going to fight, and when they won, were they going to reject him for being useless? The circle complete, was he going to be resented even by the Jedi?

The young man floundered as he fell back to the temple, tripping over himself through the sands. He hit the grainy ground and spat as the hot, dry detritus forced its way into his open mouth. Gasping for air, sputtering, and now choking on swallowed sand, tears were forming at the edges of his eyes.

He just wanted to go back to Kashyyyk. He wanted to go home. Taku wanted this madness to end, and the feeling like he had been washed over by a lost soul to vacate his body. "Get up," he hissed at himself. "Get up!" he screamed.

Against his body's protests, he pushed off the ground and scrambled. He had to survive, no matter what the cost. The Jedi had died trying to defend him. The others were fighting that they all might live. If he died now, all of that would be for nothing.

It was all he had, and while he resented it, he respected them more than he detested his own weakness.

Desbre Gensan |

Aveline Cuiléin | Jorah zos Darnus |

Caltin Vanagor | Rosath

Caltin Vanagor · Nov 26, 2020

REDEMPTION IS NEVER OUT OF REACH...

Location: Deneba Jedi Enclave

Equipment: Conservator(Lightsaber)

Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller"

Tag:

Takui ,

Desbre Gensan ,

Aveline Cuiléin , Rosath, Jorah zos Darnus

It was not enough that this grouping of a horde of… whatever they are were attacking Jedi for what appeared to be no reason whatsoever. They were attacking Padawans; if they were simple thieves, then they would simply try to steal items they thought valuable. If they were indigenous, there might be some sense to this, they might be believing that the Jedi were occupying their land. Even if they were zealots there might be something but no, this horde was killing almost for sport and were going specifically after Padawans. Why? They were running from Caltin.

He would not stand for this.

Every move he made was a “barrier move”, always putting himself between these… sentients and the Paddie Pack under his watch. The “Big Brother Syndrome” he “suffered” from kicked in. They would not get by him, in any way. Now they had no choice but to attack him if they wanted their prizes, which is what it seemed to be. Desbre was doing an incredible job taking charge and moving her fellow students, she was showing him something he knew was in there. Aveline was stepping up as well, she will be the Jedi he envisioned. Jorah was quite the archer and proved to be the distraction to them that he often needed. Taku was even handling himself well, they all put their fears aside and were responding to the situation the best way that they could.

That was all he could ask for.

He was in the middle of a group of four warriors, they gave him no choice but to cut them down, he could not even disarm. The big guy saw the fifth leveling a blaster on his head, it would be close, but he might be able to dodge it fast enough without letting this foursome go.

CRACK

He did not have to, thank the Force. An assassin from afar was acting as an ally to them. A Chiss? Maybe he was a ‘Nurodo. One thing was certain, he had to either draw them away from the Temple or fall back to a more defensible position inside it. The massive Jedi Master decided on the third option.

Tapping his comm-link, he contacted his astromech to search for any Silver Concord Forces in the area, be it air or ground. He made it as loud and as obvious as he could, if there were any smarts to these thugs, they would run on their own regardless of the response, or lack thereof. Reaching out to each Padawan through the Force, he did his best to keep them calm. Normally he would emanate a battlemind act upon them, but the big guy could not focus at the moment.

~Keep a calm head and fall back on your instincts. You are all doing incredibly well, just trust in yourself, each other, and the Force~

Jorah zos Darnus · Nov 27, 2020

A hunter didn't rely on his eyes to aim.

The body was corruptible. The spirits were eternal. One learned that true aim came from trusting in the gods and the spirits that descended from their thrones. Everything in this world was fallible. Nothing one saw was ever truth.

"Let's move. Fall back twenty meters, then start returning fire while I fall back to you. Leapfrogging."

He had pledged his bow to

Desbre Gensan , a Jai whose name he did not even know. She carried herself like a Nightsister and spoke with the air of authority that he had come to expect from a warrior. That was enough to secure his loyalty.

Particularly now.

What was happening? Why was it happening? Jorah had questions, but those questions were not for this moment. He was a Nightbrother. They trained for the eventuality of their village coming under attack again. He had undertaken his Trial of Fire. If this were his Test of Fury, then it would not reflect well on his mother if he were to fold to doubt or give in to questions.

He had a bow. He had the means to resist. And he had a warrior beside him.

Those were answers enough for now.

Dropping his bow by his side, the boy reached up with his right hand to touch the rancor tooth pendant around his neck. When he did, there was a flash of light and a swirl of green mist, from which a small bat soared over the sands. Swooping low, the creature eyesballed what he thought might be twenty meters distance and then changed back.

Another flash of light, this time with the tweenage Dathomirian dropping from out of the mist.

Grabbing the drawstring with his right hand, the red-skinned boy leveled his energy bow and loosed another shot. Quickly snatching the drawstring back as another plasma arrow formed and lining up another shot.

Adrenaline had kicked in. Even as he pulled back for a third shot, the boy didn't feel any pain or fatigue in his arms, even as he loosed shot after shot to give the Arkanian Jai cover while she moved.

Caltin Vanagor

Aveline Cuiléin

Milla Caranthyr Rosath

Desbre Gensan · Dec 5, 2020

Location: Fallen and can't get up (yet)

Equipment: Simple Jedi Robes, inherited lightsaber, light-filtering lenses

Tag:

Takui |

Milla Caranthyr

The situation was fluid.

Heavy blaster bolts slammed into the ground near the paddie pack just ahead of them. Des shielded her eyes from the intensity of the heat and the concussion was a slap of concussive force over her entire body. It made her teeth rattle and her ears began to ring.

Two transport ships were coming in for a landing, belching conscripted slave soldiers. At least a half-ring of more behind them and closing.

By the look of it, the slave company was making their way to the Temple. Plundering? How kriffing dare they?! Her own anger, similar to Aveline's ignited in a blaze of ColdFire. Killing a Jedi was bad enough. But that might have been a tactical decision. But they were coming to raid and rob what was essentially a holy site? A sacred place? Hells no. But they weren't in any real position to fight back. There were only three, maybe four sabers among them if Caltin had a backup.

Jorah ... That kid blew her mind as he transformed and then transformed again high in the air and fell, firing more shots. It was hard not to be awestruck and a little intimidated. She had seen she was good, but, while he might not have experience with a lightsaber, what he'd just done was completely out of her depth.

It wasn't really a good idea to give Taku a lightsaber right then, though, not with the way he was in sheer bloody panic. He was quite vulnerable. And they were all running toward the temple and landing platform. But there were weapons and cover there. Or if they could get into the transport they could at least lift-off, or call for help.

Snap decision.

Des called in the Force, pouring it into her body and let it run through her mind as she broke into a run. Life energy surged into her muscles amplifying their power. Her first stride was three meters. The second was six. In the blink of an eye, she was running flat out, hair flying behind her as she shot forward to catch up with her classmates and then blow past them. Closing on the landing platforms she pumped more power into her leg and leaped propelling herself high into the air with the change of delta-vee. Thankfully the platform was elevated, and she knew how to take the fall, but she could only put part of her attention on the landing. Blaster bolts rocketed up at her from below, spearing all around. Most missed, but she felt the need to move her saber, only she was too slow, too distracted by the fall. A burning bolt hit the bright bar and skimmed off. A searing pain erupted in her shoulder, and the girl crashed in a skidding roll across the ground... She gave a groan, mostly at her failure to even stick the landing. Slender fingers drummed nails on the duracrete landing pad for a moment. Down. Hurting. But not dead. But the slave-army was distracted.

Aveline Cuiléin · Dec 5, 2020

The group attacking

Caltin Vanagor did not have the sense to stop. Or perhaps it was not a question of sense, but of free will and conditioning. Two grenades were thrown at him, and moments later a group of the collared soldiers came at him with their melee weapon. It was unlikely that they would survive, but, well, they were already dead. Whenever there was an opening the soldiers from the bushes would try to take their shot, however, these possessed more sense... And were beginning to think it might be time to withdraw. A Jedi Master was not worth dying over.

Both Jorah zos Darnus and

Desbre Gensan impressed Aveline with great feats. Jorah in particularly stunned her with his transformation and subsequent archery. He seemed to her like a warrior burst out of legends. While he was like a Padawan in a way, he filled her with both confidence and hope. From his high position he might've scouted that there were no more troops coming from the woods than the ones who had initially attacked them. The soldiers from the landing pad had for the most part drawn inwards towards the temple, with only a few remaining to guard the ships. There was a darkness about Deneba, a shadow cast about their steps.

Caltin held the rear, meanwhile Des split their focus with a great leap, bringing her all the way up to the landing pad above. It drew their fire, their attention, and gave the Padawan Pack a brief respite, which they used to push on to the steps of the Enclave. Aveline as best as she could used the lightsaber defensively, parrying where she could. "Quick! Up the steps! We need to get to Des!" And get the feth out of here.

It hadn't been that long since they'd come down this way. The manner in which they returned was quite different. Reaching the top of the narrow stairway, she was suddenly beset by two collared soldiers. She screamed in surprise, but her instincts came to her aid. The blue blade was just where it needed to be, and the vibrosword was blocked. She pushed him back, then swung at the second, then back at the first, wide and wild motions intended to keep them at bay while the rest made their way up to the top of the stairs.

Blasters levelled at Des after she landed on the landing pad. There were not many, but still a squad left to protect the enemy's retreat. Two of them opened fire on Des as she lay there. Surprisingly enough, their blasters were set to stun. A third approached the Padawan, black collar in hand...

Desbre Gensan Jorah zos Darnus

Milla Caranthyr

Caltin Vanagor Rosath

Takui · Dec 5, 2020

The sound of stun bolts ripping past overhead numbed out his senses. Taku had not taken a hit, but the adrenaline rushing through his body and the heartbeat pounding in his hears neutered every other natural sensation. His fingers clawed at earth as his terror tore him open.

Instinct was all that he had now. Taku ceased to register the primal fear that had shut down all rational thought. His body thrust upward, yet stayed low. More bolts ripped past, brushing close enough to make hair stand on end and nerve endings twitch.

He was sprinting, heaving every breath, pumping his arms and legs to find safety. When the Enclave buffered him from the outside world, his eyes raced around.

Survive.

The Landing Pad ahead of him was overrun. Aveline held the enemy at bay, Jorah fired into the swarm to suppress it, the Jedi Master held rear guard, and... Desbre, arguably the strongest of them hit the ground with a loud, eye-opening thud.

Taku's reason had not returned, but a massive realization struck. If he could not get to the ship, there was no way to flee. In the absence of a flight response, his body took the only other acceptable alternative.

He charged. The Padawan surged forward from behind one of the slavers and took his legs out. With a cry of surprise, the man went down flailing. The blaster in his unwitting victim's hands discharged wildly, spraying stun bolts that randomly struck two of his compatriots. It wasn't intentional or immensely effective, but the racket jilted the slavers.

Taku found his body moving not with anger or hatred, but sheer force of Will. His fists flew, pummeling the downed man with desperation. He did not want to die. He did not want the others to die.

The slaver relinquished his grip on his weapon in favor of covering his head. He whined pitifully as the Padawan wailed on him mindlessly. A man in his right mind might have picked up the blaster.

Instead, Taku failed to hear multiple blasters turn and train themselves on him.

Aveline Cuiléin Jorah zos Darnus |

Desbre Gensan |

Caltin Vanagor

Caltin Vanagor · Dec 5, 2020

REDEMPTION IS NEVER OUT OF REACH...

Location: Deneba

Equipment: Conservator(Lightsaber)

Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller"

Tag:

Aveline Cuiléin ,

Desbre Gensan , Jorah zos Darnus,

Takui

Having driven the last of the slavers away from him and the rear flank, Caltin ran towards his charges. The Padawans were in a lot of trouble, Des was down, Taku was doing so much better than he (the Padawan, not the Master) thought possible. Jorah was fighting the good fight and doing everything he could, Aveilline was holding her own against a much more seasoned opponent, a credit to her instincts and training. The problem is, they were being overrun on the landing pad and he would not get up there fast enough, everyone was too far spread out.

With a resolve he had not shown on his face in centuries, the massive Jedi Master disengaged Conservator and put her back in her sheath over his back. Cracking his knuckles and his neck the big guy called upon every midi-chlorian in his system, he would need all of them for this. Focusing on his will and mind, he reached out his hands and drew upon his connection to the Force with great focus and closed his eyes as he called out to “The Paddie Pack”.

~” Jump.”~

The target of his focus was not a slaver, not a group of them, but the entire landing pad itself. Within moments the structure began to ripple, shake, and rumble. The strain on his mind was doing more than take its toll on Caltin’s mind and body, it was ‘killing’ him, figuratively speaking. If he could not drive the slavers off of the platform, Caltin was going to rip the whole thing off and drop it, them with it. The Padawans would flee, they would be fine, all things considered, no collateral damage, no casualties, that was all he cared about right now. The big guy even hoped that those attacking them were not dumb enough to stick around, but you never know.

Dropping to one knee, Caltin’s mind’s eye could see the structure coming apart and at that moment he yelled out through the Force to his charges again, those who were not safely away at least.

~”Jjjjump! N...N...NOW!”~

Rosath · Dec 5, 2020

EQUIPMENT: Bodyglove, Massiff Armor, Vornksr Helmet, Resistance Collar, Bio Dispenser, Indomitable Vambraces
WEAPONS: 2 Particle Beam Pistols in Huckleberry Holsters, Jackal Combat Rifle, Disruptor Carbine, 1 Gravity Bola
SHIP: Star Sloop
EQUIPMENT ON SHIP: Quickstrike Sniper Rifle, 1 Gravity Bola, 1 Jackal Combat Rifle, 2 Particle Beam Pistols, TD-21 Minsini Class Training Droid, 6 SC-1 Hardened Comlink, Drexl Flightpacks, 8 Pneuma Series Rebreather Systems
TAGS:

Caltin Vanagor Jorah zos Darnus

Aveline Cuiléin

The shot connected, a satisfied grin appearing behind the visor as an alert sounded in his helmet. The ship’s scanners picked up incoming as he chambered another round while striding towards his vessel. There was now an annoyed sigh that came from him, kicking his step into a faster pace as he heard the uninvited vessel move closer in an attempt to drop off more assailants most likely.

Fething ingrates.

He tapped into the communicator for his ship's droid brain, delivering orders to take off after firing up the defensive batteries while the forces skyward rappelled down. They were incoming threats after all. The automated batteries snapped upward as they focused on one target at a time. The quad barrels making short work of one, then another before the lower turret was the only available one to fire.

The droid brain engaged the deflector shields as Rosath replaced the sniper rifle in it’s hold before walking back outside of the ship. His hand slid over a panel, touching the inlaid button as a panel opened to reveal a hidden compartment.

The compartment opened and revealed the drexl flight system as it swung out and made itself ready to mount. Rosath turned to face the other wall, pulling the two straps off his shoulders and lowering the two rifles to the floor. Pushing himself back, he felt the jetpack latch and the swing arm released it’s hold.

Picking up the Jackal rifle, he propped the other one up against the wall for the time being and slowly plodded down the ramp onto the scene of assailants trying to enter while the point defense laser sent laser fire their way. He raised the rifle to his visor, snapping off a shot before exiting the shield to attack the offending parties.

The ship took off slowly as the ramp snapped shut, the landing pad beginning to rumble beneath his feet as he sprinted off the structure. He didn't need to fall down and break a leg. He wouldn't be much use to anyone with an injury.

The carbine was sending rounds down range, trying to keep cover between himself and the slavers. The ship was being droid piloted, and while not nearly as smooth in flying. The on board weapons were still accurate.

Rosath focused on the slavers assailing the group, aiming for arms and legs instead of cranial shots.

Desbre Gensan · Dec 5, 2020

Location: Running amok

Equipment: Simple Jedi Robes, inherited lightsaber, light-filtering lenses

Tag:

Takui | Jorah zos Darnus

Taking only long enough to drum her fingers twice, she sensed the narrowing of hostile intent. The need, the urge to move, the danger if she didn/t. rolling over onto her back the blue-white rings of the first stun shot splashed into the duracrete harmlessly. Rolling up onto her shoulders, she kicked up into the air, pushing with her hands. Feet curled underneath her, getting her footing and also whipping her upper body and head forward, upright so much so that she landed in a full crouch as the second shot passed through where she'd just been.

Stretching out her hand, the lightsaber she'd carried for years leaped to it. IT was casual and only required part of her attention as she cast about. And then

~” Jump.”~

it was from Master Vanagor, she recognized the contact. But what did he mean?

The ground began to rumble and shake. Several of the slavers and slaves began to lose their footing, she merely planted her stance wider and deflected a solid blue-white stunbolt. The platform began to rise under Caltin's mental grip. What? Really? She stood paralyzed for a moment, then resolved to get the hell off that deathtrap. Taking off at a sprint she came to the edge and dropped.

The fall was longer than she anticipated, but when she hit she tucked and rolled, spreading the impact energy across her body, and came up in a run, hardly slowing. She'd been doing that sort of thing for a while and generally didn't require the Force to help her. Skidding to a halt yard away, she turned back, panting. "This is getting out of hand," she muttered.

Casting about, she'd lost track of Jorah, Taku, and Aveline. Chit.

Jorah zos Darnus · Dec 6, 2020

The Nightbrother was slightly at a loss as to what was going on.

He'd dropped into position to cover

Desbre Gensan as she moved, but then she had made a leap onto the landing pad. Which, that was some incredible magic that she displayed. It astounded him that Jedi could do that without the spirit ichor. Or even uttering a spell. She'd just... jumped.

And Master

Caltin Vanagor displayed similar feats of physical power that defied anything that the boy had seen a Nightsister do.

Their ways were strange, but it definitely had some powerful results.

The Arkanian was hurt.

Takui had apparently found his Test of Fury. Jorah had lost sight of

Aveline Cuiléin and he still was not certain what to make of the stranger in armor who had come from the sky ( Rosath )

The battlefield had shifted, everything had suddenly come to a head at the landing pad. Jorah was too far to have helped, and too low to have been able to get a clear shot up on the landing platform.

Tapping the rancor tooth that he wore, the boy transformed back into his bat form, beating his wings to get some elevation. Which was when he heard Master Caltin's call for everyone to jump.

And then a collapse, and smoke and dust flying everywhere.

He could use his hearing for navigation, but until the noise of the platform collapse had faded, right now all he got was an earful of crashing.

Aveline Cuiléin · Dec 7, 2020

Everyone had been put under pressure, and learned something about themselves. This was different than the classrooms of Kashyyyk. If they all pulled through, they would've experienced combat like they hadn't before, but they had if nothing else proved they had it within themselves to withstand and overcome.

Takui seemed to have discovered and unlocked his inner beast, as he pounded on the helpless slaver. Though blasters were trained on him,

Caltin Vanagor ensured that they would get something else to think about before they could pull the trigger. The Padawans seemed to make it off the platform before it was too late. It seemed like

Desbre Gensan got the roughest landing, and again out of sight. Aveline herself had barely made it up to the platform. Slowly she had advanced from the steps, but had in these last moments come running. Behind them one collared man cried out in pain. Where his hands had been only charred stumps remained. His companion? Dead.

The others were out of reach, but she made it at a sprint to Takui. The platform was shaking all about them, and though she did not understand fully what was going on, the strained voice of Caltin urging them to jump was enough to tell her not to linger. Pulling him by the shoulders, helping

Takui up they ran for the edge of the pad. Aveline dove forwards just as it collapsed behind her.

There were some desperate blaster shots aimed at the skies as they collapsed and fell. Rosath did well at keeping them under pressure, not giving them breathing space to either finish any exposed ally off nor escape. Yet once the platform fell, one structure remained. It dipped, but then maintained its elevation. Not a structure, but one of the transports! Now acting the role of gunship, it slowly took to the air, though holding its altitude.

Clearly the slavers in the ship were confused as to what had taken the platform out. One of the rotating blaster cannons eventually found

Caltin Vanagor however, and lined up a shot... The front cannons fired off forwards, towards the path to the temple itself, though it was not close enough to make a direct hit. More likely it was intended to keep whoever were around hunkered down in whatever cover they had.

Desbre Gensan Jorah zos Darnus

Caltin Vanagor Rosath

Caltin Vanagor · Dec 7, 2020

REDEMPTION IS NEVER OUT OF REACH...

Location: Deneba

Equipment: Conservator(Lightsaber)

Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller"

Tag: Rosath

Aveline Cuiléin Jorah zos Darnus

That took a lot out of him, it did not matter how strong in the Force you were, collapsing a structure the size of a landing platform like that was exhausting. Caltin could use a minute to catch his breath and refocus his connection to the Force, of course, the slavers did not give him time to. The ship overhead wanted to give him personal air conditioning, and that was not going to happen. The big guy had enough of this, if they managed to shoot him, they would shoot the others and he would not allow that.

Moving out in the open, and as far away as he could from the Padawans without being too far away from them to help if necessary, the massive Jedi Master eyed the ship. Taking a deep breath, he lifted his right hand and centered the Force in his hands and into the ship’s rotating cannon. If they could train it on him, he could train it on them. Slowly turning the cannon back at the ship and crushing the rotating systems, freezing it in place, Caltin then had focused on the other cannon.

He was not done though.

~” Someone help Des.” ~

The Arkanian Padawan was capable of taking care of herself, but he wanted to make sure. That and he was focused on the slaver ship positioning itself to leave the atmosphere and eventually orbit. They ruined their chance to escape. Cracking his neck, Caltin focused his full attention on the ship’s bridge, and through the Force, he grabbed it. It was hard enough to grab and collapse a huge structure, but crashing a ship while somewhat rare has been done before. He was not grabbing the entire ship, just the bridge, and used almost all of his focus to pull it to the ground. They could land themselves, or they would crash. In case they got smart and tried to crash into his charges, Caltin was pulling them in the opposite direction of the temple.

Takui · Dec 7, 2020

Where was he?

What was he doing?

In an instant, everything had blurred. Instinct took over Taku and savagery he had never known moved his arms like puppet strings. Blood spilled from the slaver's arms and face as the Padawan clawed at him wildly, punching, scratching, pummeling. There was no contempt or malice in his actions, just primal terror and the will to live.

Perhaps all power in the Galaxy started with something so simple.

The man sputtered and wailed in equal amounts of horror as he fought simply to stave off the onslaught. Takui could not longer hear, and if he had to describe what he saw later, all he would remember was the color red.

Something tugged at his shoulders and peeled him away from the pitiful man, who made no sudden movements and did not dare to bring his aggressor's attention back toward him. He was aloft. His body was moving.

Then it registered.

They were fleeing. There was a new opening, and they had a chance at escape. Taku was upright finally, breathless. Master Caltin called for someone to help Desbre, but Taku wasn't confident that he would be of any use to the Arkanian. With his presence of mind restored, the Padawan's thoughts raced.

He reached down and scooped up the blaster from his pitiful victim and raised the weapon, pointed toward one of the slavers who was preoccupied with the others.

A stun bolt screeched out.

Caltin Vanagor Jorah zos Darnus

Desbre Gensan | Jorah zos Darnus | Rosath

Rosath · Dec 9, 2020

EQUIPMENT: Bodyglove, Massiff Armor, Vornksr Helmet, Resistance Collar, Bio Dispenser, Indomitable Vambraces
WEAPONS: 2 Particle Beam Pistols in Huckleberry Holsters, Jackal Combat Rifle, Disruptor Carbine, 1 Gravity Bola
SHIP: Star Sloop
EQUIPMENT ON SHIP: Quickstrike Sniper Rifle, 1 Gravity Bola, 1 Jackal Combat Rifle, 2 Particle Beam Pistols, TD-21 Minsini Class Training Droid, 6 SC-1 Hardened Comlink, Drexl Flightpacks, 8 Pneuma Series Rebreather Systems
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Aveline Cuiléin

He kept the pressure on, making it difficult for the slavers to move freely as he noticed one of the slaver ships trying to play the gunship role. He tapped the line to his ship, giving it orders as he continued around the cover and attempted to flank the group he had pinned down. Rounds were coming back at him, hastily fired from behind cover as he felt the last trigger pull release nothing.

He sighed, the rifle sliding from his hands against a half wall as he pulled one sidearm out and took aim.

The ship floated for a while, delivering point defense fire in lieu of full power cannon shots before it slid sideways and moved towards the gunship in attempting to leave. The landing gears deployed as it descended on the thing and began to push it down and further ruining its chance to escape as engines fought against engines.

Rosath had paid little attention to the group save to keep their whereabouts in mind. A voice had called to assist one of them, his sidearm releasing a shot at a much slower pace than the rifle. He kept his aim forward, watching for signs of a return before glancing at the others.

Aveline Cuiléin · Dec 13, 2020

The ship was held in place by the Jedi Master. Their retreat, or whatever manoeuvre they were trying to pull cut short. The ship fought it, increasing power to thrusters but they wouldn't budge. The ship was put under great strain, and especially as their cannons were being forced to turn away the gunship became quite toothless.

Clearly they had some tough choices to make. Try to fight it, possibly get torn apart then and there or go down in a blaze of glory. Or, seeing as they clearly were going nowhere, allow themselves to be taken down. The raiders decided on something of a compromise between the two, and were forced down into an uneasy crash landing, though the ship remained mostly intact, save for some smashed up landing gear.

Was it over? Had they come away with it? The Devaronian hadn't, and the scars, physical as well as emotional would be carried for a long time... There were still the odd straggler who hadn't made it to the ship, although they were more easily singled out and picked apart. Rosath kept them well covered, as did Jorah zos Darnus and

Takui .

Only one was missing... "Des!" Aveline slid down the rubble of what had once been a landing pad, rushing over as well as she could to the other side where Des had jumped off from. Lightsaber in hand, ready to defend herself if need be, but it seemed their attention was not on her at the moment.

She'd find

Desbre Gensan , and make sure that she was alright. They had taken a beating that day, but come out of it stronger. They were going to be okay.

Desbre Gensan Jorah zos Darnus

Caltin Vanagor Rosath

Desbre Gensan · Dec 13, 2020

Location: Covered in dust on the other side of the platform

Equipment: Simple Jedi Robes, inherited lightsaber, light-filtering lenses, aquata breather, Hush style comlink, energy pills, food/nutrient pills

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Aveline Cuiléin Jorah zos Darnus

Caltin Vanagor | Jorah zos Darnus |

Takui | Rosath

There came no immediate answer. As Aveline rounded the corner, so to speak, there seemed to be no sign of the Arkanian. Then some of the rubble from the platform stirred. It rocked a little before pieces of duracrete topped over falling away from the twenty-something, lifted away by her mental grip. One hand was raised, and despite a few bleeding cuts, bumps and bruises, she seemed to be alright. A cough erupted from her as she sat up, covered in dust. Next to her was one of the slave soldiers. A couple limbs were bent with joints in places they shouldn't at unnatural angles.

Shifting to her knees with a groan, the pale one stretched out a hand toward the collar, hand in a fist. Flaring her fingers open the collar shattered. The explosive packet, seemingly rendered inert. Seeing Aveline, the padawan got to her feet slowly and made her way over to her classmate and friend, then quickly threw both arms around the other, just for a moment. "I.. I managed to save one, I think. He needs a medic," she said, gesturing toward the unconscious slave soldier.

Caltin Vanagor · Dec 13, 2020

REDEMPTION IS NEVER OUT OF REACH...

Location: Deneba

Equipment: Conservator(Lightsaber)

Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller"

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