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Dominion Shifting Tides | Dominion of Devaron







DEVARON

"The first rule of stealth is to try," Drystan said, aiming to ease any doubts the Padawan might have. "If you're making the effort to be sneaky, you're already halfway there."

As they navigated through the treetops, Drystan found his mind drifting back to his own days as a Padawan—leaping through branches just like these, often during survival trials meant to hone instinct and resilience. Now, being on the other side of that experience, guiding instead of being guided, brought a strange but welcome shift in perspective.

He raised a hand—a silent signal to halt—once he landed atop a branch at the edge of a grassy clearing. Down below, their quarry revealed itself.

A Quarra. Large—human-height at the shoulder and twice as long, if not more—loomed in the clearing, feasting on the carcass of some massive jungle beast. Whatever it was had been bigger than the Quarra... and it hadn't stood a chance. Thankfully, the predator hadn't noticed them. Drystan kept himself hidden—visually through the shadowed canopy, and spiritually through the Force.

"If they're pack hunters, they won't be alone for long," he murmured. "Makes them easier to deal with if they stick together or move in a cluster."

As if on cue, another Quarra emerged from the opposite side of the clearing, slinking forward to join in the meal.

Drystan's eyes narrowed slightly.

"We just need to find the main group...What's the fishy version of a pack? A school right?"

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The Force flowed from Corin in searching, probing tendrils. Each of them scattering to the wind, slinking and slithering as idle passengers on the life dwelling in the forest. Instantly becoming aware of the approaching Quarra, eager to unknowingly spring the trap set for them.

His eyes flashed open with a breath, however. An unexpected presence fell into that distorting web of feeling, finding the darkness of those fleeing criminals absent. Another, third thing. A second more and the fear tugged on those strings, as if echoing back to him. A feeling so raw he could all but see it.

In the distance, far from Corin, two young Devaronians fled from Quarra. With frantic breaths, both of them hurriedly ran through the whipping brush, their feet finding unsure footing over fallen leaves. Behind them, the pack of Quarra came snarling after them with heavy, clawed footfalls. It seemed only a matter of when, rather than if the Quarra caught them.

Drooling jaws, primed to snap shut around the slower one's head, made the sound of clattering teeth as the Devaronian ducked in time, though the second snapping jaw was all but certainly going to strike. And it would have, had the Devaronian not felt a strong, sudden tug on his collar, wrenching him free.

Corin dragged the child around him, who clambered for his feet and made efforts to grasp at the arm holding him. The other Devaronian stopped running, turning back to see what had happened.

Between their laboured breaths, only a series of "huh", "guh", and "wha" were made out.

With a Quarra an inch from his face, Corin narrowly avoided the sharp-toothed maw with a sudden jerk. The lightsaber in his off-hand shot to life, a crackling purple bringing a harsh glow down upon the Quarra. It's front-facing horn severed, howling, whimpering as it retreated for all of a moment.

"Help!" The cry came from behind him, pivoting to see two Quarra approaching the other boy.

His use of Fold Space allowed him to cross the distance immediately, the first Devaronian falling to the ground as Corin's grasp suddenly vanished.

His lightsaber plunged itself forwards into the first of those two, a burning hiss accompanying it's brief, dying wailing. Though the second came charging with its horn and Corin was forced to be impaled or part with his weapon, of which he chose the latter, though not before stumbling to a knee as the charging Quarra faintly passed him.

A scream came from ahead now, with the wounded and its friend setting eyes on the first boy. Corin reached out with the Force, yanking the boy back towards him, catching him again by the collar of his hunting jacket.

The charger charged again, answered with a swift, harsh waving hand from Corin, forcing the creature to nosedive into the ground, rolling, then tumbling down the increasing slope. Corin's hand waved in a sideways arc, giving one last final push to that sent it flailing off an impossible ledge.

The two boys had run, sheltering themselves behind an outcrop of large rocks.

Corin retrieved his lightsaber with the Force, then made use of Fold Space again. Places traded with one of the remaining two Quarra, with it left dazed from the sudden warp, and other susceptible to the slashing saber that silenced it.

He threw his lightsaber at the last one, which cleaved effortlessly through it.

Both of the Devaronian boys only looked at one another in astonishment, huddling behind the stones as Corin took a last once-over on the now corpses. Hardly a hunting trip, for either party.

"Could you teleport?" One of them asked, peaking over the edge.

"Or are you really fast?" Said the other, more shyly.

Seconds later, Corin answered, "That's for me to know."

Both of them grumbled at the answer, though mustered the courage to give their appreciation. "Thanks for the help, though!" The oldest of them said hurriedly.

"You shouldn't be out here." Said Corin, stepping closer. "Go home."

"Don't worry, we will!"

"But, what if we run into more of them?"

Corin sighed, "How far is home?"

"Not far, promise."

"Alright," Corin tucked the lightsaber onto his belt, "I'll take you."


 

Location: Devaron Jungles
Objective: 4 - Hunt some Quarra
Tags: Drystan Creed Drystan Creed

"School for a group of the same species, Shoal for a mixture, and then a pod for mammalian creatures."
Reina recited near instantly. She wasn't very much book smart, but when it came to fish or the ocean, Reina barely had to tap into her knowledge of it. IT had been her life for roughly...sixteen or so years. She wasn't entirely sure how long she had lived with her old crew. But that was just a distraction right now. She had to stay focused on the hunt as she stayed hidden in the foliage. Climbing through the trees wasn't exactly something she could do.

Her eyes settled in on the singular Quarra and it's food, as thoughts were running rampant in her mind. This was hunting. They needed bait. In the ocean, aquatic creatures could smell food...or at least sense food from large distances...Ah. She held her hand out for a moment, closing her eyes to focus on the Spirit, as she felt the breeze of the wind against her back, flowing past her. With that, Reina increased the strength of the breeze in front of her and Drystan, towards the carcass. Letting the scent of the creature be carried on the wind.

"...If my idea works...We might not have to wait long for more of them to show up."

 
"Jedi Ahren? Jedi—!" Sienna rushed over to the collapsing Jedi.

She knelt down next to Tel, slinging the rifle over her shoulder, and checked his pulse while she kept her eyes on their surroundings. She saw Tel's chest move as he breathed. That was a good sign. Whatever happened, whatever that force projection he'd summoned had been, Tel had likely only exhausted himself. That trick he used must have drawn a lot out of him. The intense amount of power she'd felt radiate off him during those moments further corroborated that hypothesis.

"Can you stand? Walk? Anything?" Sienna cursed under her breath, fairly certain she could deduce the answers by the sheer exhaustion evident in Tel's face.

He may have saved them, but now they were stuck out in the middle of the jungle and the more experienced of the two had gone from useful to useless. All while blood-hungry predators still wandered the immediate vicinity of their clearing. There was no telling how long Tel's trick would last on the beasts, either. They had run away, for now, but would they stay away? Sienna didn't like the prospect of finding out.

She glanced around the clearing, inspecting the criminals' corpses for anything useful. Some of them had satchels with them. One had been clawed opened, scattering its ruined contents over the floor, but the others still seemed intact.

"Wait here, I'll try to find something useful," Sienna said.

She steadied Tel against a nearby tree trunk, then went to rummage through the satchels. As she did, the adrenaline began to wear off steadily, and she swore she had seen something on the Jedi's face before. She'd been too busy aiming her rifle, doing her best to control the trembling in her hands, when Tel had pulled his stunt so she hadn't caught much of his face during that time. She couldn't quite figure out what he'd done either. It had been as though he'd turned into a completely different person for those brief moments. The severity in his voice, she thought she'd heard something like exhilaration in those commands. It had caught her completely off-guard. And what had that projection of the Force been that appeared between them and the beasts? Something Tel had conjured up?

Among the deceased's belongings, she managed to scrounge together two detonators, a vibroknife, and what seemed to be machine parts. She strapped the detonators and the knife to her belt, then tossed the parts into her backpack.

"Nothing in terms of medical supplies, I'm afraid," Sienna said, putting her hands through the loops of her backpack so it rested in front rather than on her back.

"I'm going to have to carry you back, Jedi Ahren," Sienna grimaced, placing the rifle by the tree trunk next to Tel.

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Homecoming
Tag: Koyi Freetaa
Loadout:
Tiger 1 ~ Horned Hellstomper
Tiger 2 ~ Fireball
Tiger 3 ~ Perception Check
Tiger 4 ~ Divine Intervention
Tiger 5 ~ (Command Tiger) ~ Golem
Puma 1 ~ Brass Ring
Puma 2 ~ Ice Cream Truck
Puma 3 ~ Short Bus
Puma 4 ~ First Student
Puma 5 ~ Frizzle's Cadets
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Gress didn't much care for the dog and pony show his father was putting on. He was here to make sure these new commanders got their teeth cut. Make sure they knew what they were getting into once they saw combat.

"Dad's sure putting on a spectacle, that's for sure."

The sound of his brother cut through his mental fog. A snort escaped his nose, as he looked over the battlemap.

"Dad's always been that way." Gress responded. "When you bumping up to proper GADF, Tex?"

"When I feel like it. You're already taking all the glory in the armor seat, I'm looking into the pathfinders."

"Psssh." Gress rolled his eyes as he digitally relayed his orders to his men. "You'll get yourself killed that way."

The Devaronians had always been a proud people, but Gress knew better than to trust a PDF to hold off the sith. His father simply wanted to put these new boys, proud and rowdy, through their paces. Sink or swim. Gress wouldn't admit it, but he'd have probably done the same thing, only with a bit more tact. Doing so publically was humiliating to the fresh faces.

This wasn't about politics, it was about hazing the boys.

"So what's the call Big Bro?"


Gress's younger brother Tex D'ran, had been placed as his RTO for the mission. Second in command, and one to act as his voice to the rest of the men. Half of the commanders of his vehicles were old friends. Not much had changed since the days Gress had been coming up in the Devaron PDF. Part of the man still wondered if his father held a grudge for him moving up to the GADF proper. Maybe that's what this was really about.

"Put Brass Ring and Ice Cream Truck to the Far North of the river, and Short Bus and First Student further downstream, stick to the forest and set up a perimeter. We know which way they're coming."

Gress wanted to play this like a sith commander would. He needed to show these boys what was coming. Trial by fire.

"And up Frizzle there. Right in that patch of jungle. They'll act as our flank guard."

"And the Tigers?"

"Put them in the rear jungle, and order a preliminary bombardment of the opposite side of the river. Keep shots random. The sith would want to shock and awe us like they did on Woostri."

 
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Tel clutched at the sides of his head as the shaking subsided. He was only dimly aware as Sienna dragged him over to a tree, and he'd barely reconciled Jo'han managing to appear visually in front of the two of them; his mind was far, far too preoccupied with trying to cleanse itself of the imagery and feelings that pushing so deeply into the Quarras' minds had dredged up. A side of himself that he was familiar with, certainly, and while not afraid, deeply wary of.

He knew better than to fall into the trap of assuming he was better than his natural instincts, better than his species, better than any Jedi that once came of his species had been.

Metal clanged against the tree, and a hand was suddenly wrapped around his upper arm. "That won't be necessary," he muttered, shaking his head once more. "I can walk. Just need to catch my breath." He pulled himself up to standing, scratched absent-mindedly at one cheek. He wondered, for a moment, if he looked as pale as he imagined he did. Somewhat guiltily, he noticed that Sienna herself looked a bit more drawn than when they'd been cutting through the brush.

A wild animal attack would do that to a person. Probably, also, seeing a ghost, or recognizing that the person you'd just met was an Anzat. All those things were reason enough to be ready to run or fight.

"Let's make our way back to the temple," he decided after a moment. "Hope we don't run into anymore of those things. Maybe we'll get lucky and find some other Jedi, instead...What'd you pick up?" He'd noticed some scattered bits and pieces of the deceased criminals' things scattered around, before the Quarra dropped on them. Now he was fishing for anything else to think about.
 
For a long moment, he said nothing, glancing between Kaelos and Vera with that deep-set, analytical gaze of his. It wasn't suspicion exactly, but something close. He could feel the sudden rise in their pulses, hear the slight catch in their breathing. Detect how subtle pheromones lingered in the air, a haze he didn't quite know how to place. Then Kaelos spoke, his tone friendly and disarming. Dezorath nodded slowly, acknowledging the gesture.

"Dezorath Barcu," he said, voice deep and resonant, like the roll of distant thunder. " I am a Padawan also." He let the name sit a second before shifting his gaze forward, beginning to walk beside them. The jungle closed in again around the trio, humid and buzzing with hidden life. After a beat, Dezorath's voice broke the quiet again, lower this time, with a sincere weight behind it. "You were close together... before I arrived." It wasn't an accusation, nor a judgment. It was an observation. An honest confusion spoken aloud. He turned his head slightly, regarding Kaelos Vryn Kaelos Vryn and then Vera Noble Vera Noble in turn. "I felt your heart beats... your heightened emotion, breathing. They were beating together?"

He paused, working through the puzzle like a piece of machinery he couldn't yet read. "I don't... understand it. Your bond... seems to bring you peace, not suffering." His large hand gestured between them gently, almost delicately for someone of his massive size.

"Are you both well? Are you safe? Closeness usually means danger. Or pain... or drunkenness." His concern was genuine—fueled not by jealousy or doctrine, but by the fact that Dezorath had seen so much death in his time, so much loss... that when he didn't understand something, especially something gentle, he wanted to ensure it wouldn't end in harm.
 



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Outfit: Combat Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

Valery waited at the edge of the now-cleared hallway, her lightsaber still dormant in her hand. Her eyes tracked Connel as he approached, slipping along the wall toward her, she straightened fully, stepping back into stride beside him.

"Good work," she said softly, a nod of approval in her tone. Her eyes flicked down the corridor again, then back to him. "Not exactly the typical Shadow approach, but it has its charm." She turned her head slightly, listening to the faint hum of energy through the structure, her mind already working ahead. Gathering Hall. Makeshift Armory. The pieces were falling into place.

At his mention of the layout, she gave a thoughtful hum, fingers brushing her belt again.

"Alright," she said, gaze sharp now. "We've got options. We can either create a distraction." A pause. Her eyes flicked to him, gauging. "Or we go straight in. Fast, direct. No time for them to regroup."

Her brow lifted slightly.

"Your call, Vanagor. You've seen the layout — what's your gut telling you?"






 
I'm scarier with my mask off.
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Devaron
Objective 4



"Not exactly the typical Shadow approach, but it has its charm."

Was there really a “... typical Shadow approach…” though?

She would know, so yeah, apparently.

Either way, they were too far in for it to make a difference at the moment. When she gave him the call to make, his mind started to race. After a moment he began to pick up comm traffic and was pointing to his ear. They’re calling for more “intercept groups” so why not do both? he said, pulling his shortsaber… ... or at least look like we are? It won’t matter if we do or not if we go in loud and fast, right?

He probably should have, but did not wait for an answer as he let the Force settle in his legs and in a sheer burst of speed, Connel tore into the room. His shortsaber in a reverse grip letting the vibrant purple blade tear into the weaponry of those who have held up in this one time Temple in each pass.The sheer intensity of his movements left his adversaries scrambling to react. With calculated precision, he dismantled their defenses, leaving only scattered debris and stunned silence in his wake. The room, once a stronghold, now bore the marks of his swift and decisive assault… and that was only those experiencing the two passes he had made.

Valery was still there too.

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"I can make you a bangle if you like!" Zaiya offered

Makko wanted to be professional, but the notion of custom wearable tech piqued his interest.

"Oh really?"

He shook his head, setting his own focus to the task at hand.

Turning to Makko, she added, "I don't have anything as of yet that can crack their comms... but... I learned how to enhance my hearing. Maybe we can get closer and I can get a read on what they are saying? It's a skill I developed for situations like this. "

Makko jabbed his thumb at the fist sized drone that detached from his back-pack and hovered behind him. It might have been relatively large, but it fulfilled a number of purposes.

The droid zipped away.

Makko narrowed his gaze.

"They're communicating with a team that's headed up to check on their transport. They're worried about the Quarra. Shall we go and talk to them?" Makko asked.

Before she could answer, Makko frowned in concentration.

"They just lost contact with the two on the surface."
 






DEVARON

"Well, you shoal know a lot about marine life," Drystan murmured. It came out awkwardly, but it was at least an attempt to lighten the mood before the inevitable.

He watched as Reina took the initiative, manipulating the wind to carry the scent of the kill through the jungle. Drystan caught the stench too, wrinkling his nose as the pungent aroma of rotting meat invaded his senses.

Unpleasant as it was, the tactic worked. A few more Quarra emerged from the treeline—larger than the previous two. It seemed those initial beasts were the lower ranks of the pack, feasting early before the dominant members arrived to claim what was theirs.

Drystan shifted his gaze from the growing assembly of predators to Reina, tilting his head.

"Alright, we've got our audience. What's next?"

He could have thought of a dozen ways to handle the situation, but Reina had taken the initiative—he wanted to see her plan through. It wasn't just about honing strategy; this was a chance to develop leadership, sharpen judgment, and test the ability to see a plan through from conception to execution.

That said, Drystan was ready. Whatever direction Reina chose, he'd be prepared when the time came.

Reina Daival Reina Daival
 

Location: Devaron Jungles
Objective: 4 - Hunt some Quarra
Tags: Drystan Creed Drystan Creed

Reina blinked at the joke. Was she meant to laugh at it? Either way, she stayed quiet and watched. Formulating a plan as she took in the new arrivals that were coming to the party. More Quarra. Larger in size. She raised her hand gently, pointing her index towards them.

"Our main goal is to move them. Not wipe them out. The Quarra are a part of Nature here."

It was a statement, mostly to remind herself that not everything had to be killed. Not everything had to be wiped out. Her gaze fell upon the larger of the Quarra, slowly but surely starting to put the framework of her plan into play.

"Most predators still follow a basic structure of control. The strong lead, the weak follow. But if you take away the strong, where do the weak go? They scatter, right? If we take out the larger ones, the runts should flee. Plus...Pack animals care for each other. If we prove ourselves as larger threats to the weaker members, the strong might scatter as well..."

Of course that would depend on various other unknowns that she wasn't sure about. It was a somewhat decent enough plan in her mind. If they could appear as bigger and stronger than the Quarra, then the Quarra should flee...

 
Sienna reached into the rucksack and retrieved some of the recovered stolen goods. They were a mixture of metal and circuit-looking parts. Small and clearly once part of some mechanical or electronic device, though what kind of device she couldn't tell. Many seemed damaged, going by the bent or broken metal in their intricate designs, but some had remained intact. Whatever the criminals had pilfered, it wouldn't have ended up being a big score with how carelessly they'd handled their bounty.

"Just some parts I found on the dead. Looked valuable, so I figured they were likely stolen from somewhere. Take a look if you want," She said, offering the parts to Tel.

He didn't exactly seem steady in his skin at the moment, but Sienna didn't contradict his assessments about himself. They had more pressing matters to attend to than arguing over whether he could walk on his own or not. Besides, Sienna figured his attempt to do so a few moments from now would provide conclusive proof on whether or not he actually could.

Sienna knelt down beside him, hooking an arm under his shoulder. She could accelerate getting him to test his hypothesis, however.

"But let me help you up at least," she said, picking up the rifle in her free hand. "Better we get going sooner rather than later."

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Rapidly coming back to his own, especially after getting back up off the ground, Tel took the offered scraps and looked at them closely. Most of it was actually salvageable, from what he could tell, although it was unfortunate that whatever it had all been a piece of before had been shattered apart. "We'll move in a moment...these are lightsaber parts," he said after a couple seconds of observation. "Might have been from one double-blade, might have been from multiple, I'm not sure. They probably ripped them to shreds trying to figure out why they wouldn't come on...Clearly not the brightest gang in the galaxy."

One of the assemblies, the innards of the front half of a saber, were almost completely intact. He snapped wires off of thin soldered connections back to broken circuits, knowing that they'd be easy enough to rework later on, and passed one piece of it back towards Sienna. "Here—emitter matrix. Looks weird when it's not all together the right way, but it looks to be in one piece. Careful once you hook it up to a power cell, though, the magnetic field that thing makes will try to grab anything metal in the room if it isn't shielded right." The other piece, he slid into his pocket.

It wasn't all bad, this trip. He'd decided to keep trying to piece a lightsaber together as he went along, rather than just use all the materials available at once back at the temples, so finding a salvageable lens fixture worked out pretty well for him.

He glanced back at the bodies. It didn't feel right, just leaving them out in the wilderness where Quarra or other things could come back and scavenge them...but she was right, saying they needed to get moving. They couldn't afford to stick around and try to deal with them. He felt his sense of direction was pretty good, though, so between the two of them, he figured they ought to be able to let people know where the bodies were.

"Alright. How about you lead the way back? I think you're more ready for a fight than I am, now. I'll just try to make sure nothing gets the drop on us. Literally."
 
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Shifting Tides
Temple Interior
Weapons: Lightsabers
& Sidearm
Gear: Jumpsuit
w/ Utility Belt
Assets:
Tags: Makko Vyres Makko Vyres Zaiya Ceti Zaiya Ceti Razh Sho Razh Sho


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Jin kept up his charismatic swagger, typical of a smuggler from all the experiences he had with them throughout his short life. Which felt longer than it should for one still considered a teenager. Such was the hard life of a rough upbringing, he supposed.

As he kept up appearance, Jin noticed the Jedi standing by the archway behind the group of thugs and gave him a slight, imperceptible nod of acknowledge. With the older Jedi now within sight, it meant things were ready to kick off. This was the truly fun part.

"Well folks, as much as I look forward to scamming you of more creds it seems our partnership must now come to a close."

The former inmates all turned to one another and exchanged somewhat amused if confused glances between themselves. Though the young Shadow gave them no time to think on his words. Jin immediately drew his sidearm and blasted two of their number before he leaped backwards behind a fallen pillar for cover before their bodies hit the ground. He drew their attention as blaster fire began to impact his cover and fly overheard.

"C'mon, can't we talk about this!? I was aiming to disarm, I swear it!"

Hopefully that more experienced looking Jedi would dive in right about now.​

 

Objective: 4, Temple Clear out
Tags:
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Razh Sho moved the moment the blaster fire cracked through the air. No wasted motion. No dramatic declaration. He stepped from the archway with the fluid certainty of a drawn blade. His cloak billowed for half a breath before falling still again. In one hand, the curved hilt of his lightsaber remained unignited. He did not yet summon its light. It was not needed.

The criminals—half-panicked, half-wrathful—swung their weapons toward Jin's position. But they never saw Razh Sho truly move until he was among them. His first strike was a palm heel to the nearest man's chest—measured and precise. The impact was surgical, folding the thug over without breaking a bone. As he fell, Razh pivoted on his heel and swept the next man's legs from under him with a low, spinning crescent kick. His movement was crisp, and his economy was distilled into violence with a duelist's discipline.


The third tried to aim his blaster—too slow. Razh caught the wrist mid-draw, twisted it sharply outward in a textbook Rohakkian Lock, and used the man's momentum to slam him against the crumbling pillar, knocking the wind from his lungs. Another thug charged. Razh's gloved hand snapped outward in a Makashi-derived strike—not a saber thrust, but a targeted jab at the nerve cluster along the man's shoulder. The criminal collapsed, groaning, weapon clattering uselessly to the floor.


It was over in seconds.
No death.
No grievous injury.
Only submission.

Only then, standing amidst the subdued men, did Razh slowly activate his saber—its blue light humming low and calm—a reminder, not a threat. His gaze lifted, and he turned it sharply, unflinching, toward Jin Kimura. He stepped toward the younger Jedi, boots crunching lightly over broken stone. The disappointment was not shouted—it did not need to be. It was etched into the deliberate stillness of Razh's stance, in the slight narrowing of his eyes.

His voice, when it came, was low. Grave. "You ended two lives without need." He looked at the stunned bodies at his feet, then back at Jin. "You will tell yourself it was expedient that it was cleaner, safer, faster. But Jedi are not weapons for convenience."

He deactivated his blade with a quiet hiss, the sound of a door closing against something precious. "We are measured by what we preserve, not what we destroy." Razh let the silence weigh on them—no anger, only the heavy, patient weight of expectation.

Then he turned slightly, looking toward the shadows of the temple beyond, where more work—more choices—awaited. Without looking back, he said, "Secure these prisoners." Raz reached into his utility belt, removed a bundle of cord restraints, and tossed them to Jin "I will keep watch while you do so!"

And then he walked forward, stepping into the waiting dark.

 






DEVARON

"Just what I was thinking. Even if they're a little ugly, these guys are essential for the ecosystem," Drystan said, deactivating the thermal detonators tucked into his satchel.

The scent had proven even more effective with time, more of the pack now filling into the clearing. Still, no sign of the alpha—at least not yet. Drystan remained perched in the trees, watching as the creatures feasted, their focus solely on filling their bellies.

"Solid plan," he murmured, nodding. "Pretty close to what I had in mind. We take out the big ones, show enough strength, and the others should back off."

He flexed his prosthetic left arm, golden sparks crackling faintly along the black plating. As Reina had pointed out, this wasn't an extermination—it was a relocation.

"Ready when you are, Padawan," Drystan said, his tone calm. Much like during the planning phase, he left the timing in Reina's hands, letting her continue to lead the operation while he stood ready to back her up.

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Outfit: Combat Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

Valery didn't have time to answer — not that she needed to. The moment Connel surged forward, a flicker of approval crossed her face, followed by a sharp breath as she let the Force flood her senses. She moved. Not with the brute force of a Guardian or the methodical strike of a Sentinel, but like something caught between light and shadow. Her saber snapped to life in a silent hiss of violet, and her body followed — a blur, fast and fluid, slipping through the chaos Connel had already ignited.

Her path was precise — deliberate. The grace of a dancer, the precision of a blade honed by years of war. She flowed around defenders who barely had time to raise their weapons, saber striking low and swift — cutting through blasters, slicing clean through their advantage before they even knew they'd lost it.

She twisted past a barrage of fire, her body bending low, pivoting into a slide that took her beneath a blast aimed for Connel's side — her saber rising just enough to catch it, the bolt sizzling out as if snuffed by the air itself. And then she was up again. Another blur. Another flick of the blade, disarming one — disabling another. Never more force than needed. Never a wasted motion.

She stopped only when the last figure stumbled back, blaster clattering to the floor. Valery came to rest beside Connel, breath steady, saber still lit at her side. Her stance was loose but ready, eyes sweeping the room.

Stillness.

Not a sound beyond the hum of energy, and the faint crackle of scorched metal cooling.

She glanced at him, a smirk tugging at her lips, her voice low. "Well," she said, the light in her eyes sharp and alive, "I guess we're doing both."







 

Location: Devaron Jungles
Objective: 4 - Hunt some Quarra
Tags: Drystan Creed Drystan Creed

"They're also part of the Devaronian's martial system. Not sure how kindly they'd take to us wiping out a group of the Quarra."

More of the creatures were wandering in, making a larger group but even Reina couldn't see the alpha. The one in charge. Maybe if they started to spill some blood, then the Alpha would come in defence of its pack. But they'd need to figure out to do a lot more than just kill. They'd need to seem more aggressive.

Breathe. There were plenty of ways she could seem intimidating, if she was willing to try and use the Force to enhance things but that felt wrong. The Spirit shouldn't be used as a weapon against nature. If it was for survival, that would be a different situation but this wasn't survival. They weren't the Hunted for once. They were the Hunters. She reached down to grab her lightsaber, glancing over towards Drystan to make sure the Knight was ready.

Then she set out towards the Quarra, using the Force at the very least to enhance her speed as she went to rush in. They had to aim for the larger ones so she was going to need to leap into action. It was a good thing Ataru was her main form that she had been walking on as she leaped into the air to try and get into the middle of them. Of course she'd need to stay on the move...but hey. Making a big show for the first move is pretty important.

 
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He caught the smirk during her comment. He also had more than thick enough skin to enjoy the slight teasing. Heh, sorry… Still giggling a little bit. Chaos is fun, I get excited.

That is multi-level wall breaking there.

The room was a mess of freaked out “thugs” still trying to make sense of what just happened, as he looked around. The Jedi would liberate this into the Temple it once was, once againThe Jedi's presence brought a sense of order and purpose to the chaos. With determination, he began organizing the cleanup and restoration efforts in his head as he waited for the Grandmaster to make a call. The once-corrupted space would soon be transformed into a sanctuary of peace and learning, reclaiming its former glory as a Temple of the Jedi Order.

Then he saw someone slinking into what looked to be their armory.

Oh no you don’t! Clipping the shortsaber back into its berth, Connel charged, took down the individual and dragged him back in front of Valery, in full view of everyone else. Connel had the thug in a rear naked choke, something the Grandmaster was more than versed in combat enough to see that the worst that would happen is the Mirialan would be put to sleep and eventually wake up with a bad headache. “I ain’t sayin’ nothin’!”

Please let me change his mind. Can you say “Good Cop/Bad Cop”?

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