Junction Storm Chasers || SO and HR Junction of Moorja and Terrijo

[Connel Vanagor]

DECEPTION
Moorja
Spire

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Moorja – Peripheral Districts / Transit Convergence

Connel felt it. Not Jax’s panic. Not fear.

Decision.

A vector shift in the Force like a blade changing angle mid-strike. Jax was moving fast. Good. Connel didn’t need to see him to know what that meant. The speeder’s wake tore through the currents like a comet. Carnifex would feel that too.

Which meant interception. Which meant bottlenecks. Which meant… obstacles. Connel pivoted.

He didn’t chase Jax. He moved around him.

The negotiation complex sat at the center of Moorja’s transit web. Every major corridor, every lift artery, every aerial approach fed toward it. If Carnifex wanted control, he would tighten the ring. If Jax wanted confrontation, he would head straight for the throat.

Connel?

Connel would sever the nerves.

He vaulted a maintenance barrier and dropped into a lower tram junction already swarming with Sith troopers repositioning toward the spire and the negotiation chamber. He didn’t announce himself. A lightknife embedded into a junction relay box. He fired the lightblaster into the tram’s control node. The vehicle derailed with a screaming shower of sparks, sliding sideways and blocking the corridor entirely.

Troopers scattered.

Connel didn’t linger. He picked up a trooper’s fallen rifle and foraged for a couple of powercells.

He ignited “Dawn’s Light” and cut the support struts of an overhead walkway just as a platoon began to cross.

Metal shrieked.

The walkway collapsed in controlled ruin.

Not killing.

Crippling.

Separating.

Delay.

He moved through smoke like a rumor. He climbed. Maintenance ladders. Ventilation shafts. Service scaffolding. The city was vertical. So was war. From a rooftop vantage, he saw it clearly: Speeder patrols vectoring toward Jax’s path. Heavy assault units establishing a perimeter near the negotiation tower.

Aerial drones locking onto heat signatures. He drew the last four lightknives. One after another, he hurled them into rooftop sensor clusters and drone hubs. Each detonation was precise. Eyes went blind. Routes went dark.

Confusion spread.

Below, a speeder squadron accelerated to intercept Jax. Connel leapt. He landed on the last speeder mid-formation. The rider barely had time to turn before “Windu’s Guile” severed the steering assembly. The speeder veered sideways and collided with the next in line.

A chain reaction.

Fire.

Chaos.

Connel rolled off the wreckage before it exploded, hit the pavement, and kept moving. No speeches. No witnesses now. Just momentum.

Near the negotiation complex, Sith Acolytes formed a defensive crescent at the base entrance. They weren’t guarding the building. They were guarding access. Connel approached from the side alley. He holstered the lightblaster.

Both sabers ignited.

No restraint now.

Not against execution squads. Not against defensive phalanxes meant to isolate Jax. The first Acolyte saw him too late. A precise cross-cut ended the formation’s anchor. The second attempted a Force shove. Connel absorbed it, sliding back a half step, then threw his saber in a tight arc.

The blade sheared through two hilts before snapping back to his palm.

Troopers poured from side doors. He moved into them.

Close.

Brutal.

Economical.

A saber strike to a thigh. A reverse pommel strike to a visor. A shoulder charge that sent a trooper through a transparasteel window. The street filled with smoke and sparks. He didn’t pursue fleeing enemies, he picked up their dropped powercells, and grenades.

He didn’t hunt.

He dismantled.

When the last of them retreated toward the complex interior, Connel stepped into the open plaza and ignited one final act of disruption. He fired the lightblaster into the building’s exterior power conduits. Emergency suppression systems activated. Floodlights flickered. Interior elevators stalled.

Reinforcements inside would now be rerouting on foot.

Slower.

Messier.

Human. Exactly how Carnifex would hate it.

He stood in the center of the plaza, breathing steady. Above, lightning flickered across Moorja’s sky. Through the Force, he felt it clearly now: Jax closing. Carnifex waiting. Jairdain holding.

The currents narrowed. The arena was forming. Connel did not enter it.

He stepped backward instead. Into shadow. Into rooftop line-of-sight positions.

Into overwatch.

Trust.

But verify. Anyone who tried for those two would have to get through him...

... and they would NOT get through him.

If Carnifex tried to collapse the building. If reinforcements attempted to overwhelm Jax mid-duel.

If collateral threatened civilians inside—Connel would intervene violently.

Not to steal the fight.

To ensure it remained a fight.

He extinguished his sabers. The plaza dimmed. Somewhere within the negotiation complex, a massive presence shifted in anticipation. Carnifex probably thought he had orchestrated this.

He probably believed the son had come alone. He probably believed the bloodline would resolve itself.

He did not yet understand something critical. Jax may be his son, but Jax was still a “Vanagor” as well. That may not mean as much, but something it did mean was much more important.

The Vanagor line does not duel for dominance.

It safeguards the perimeter.

~You’re clear, “drunky”... kick his teeth in!~

Ala Quin • Jairdain Ismet-Thio • Jax Thio • Feng Huang • Darth Carnifex • Balun Arenais-Dashiell • TAGS • ARE • OPEN
Personal Effects - Omega Squad Loadouts​

 

[Cerys Dyn]

Her eyes blurred with tears. Eira's verbal assault brought her to distraction. And as she fought to blink away the tears, Eira advanced.

It took a moment longer than it should have to realize she was being attacked. Cerys brought her lightsaber around, blocking the first blow, and retreating behind a full table of fish. The pace of her retreat saw her knock the table, and a crate of salmon that spilled over the ground between Eira and Cerys.

"Stop! I do not want to hurt you," Cerys said, holding her blade straight towards Eira, hopefully insuring some distance.

Distance, she needed distance. Crouching, Cerys let the Force build for a moment, before jumping to a metal girder above Eira.

She wiped away her tears with the back of her hand. And looked about her just for a moment, seeking some way to escape this greatest of hells.

Eira Dyn​

 

[Helix]

Objective: Investigate
Equipment: Himself
Tags: Eloise Dinn /OPEN
​

Helix watched as a thousand private little dramas played out between the two forces. Some fought simply because that was the way of things. Happenstance, coincidence, or just following orders. For a few others, it was more personal than that. He saw at least a handful of reunions, private grudge matches between old acquaintances who now found themselves on opposite sides.

With luck, the Jedi might kill off some of their opponents for once. Helix kept an internal list of Sith who might prove a problem in the future. It was a very short list, with a number of names he could count on one hand. Some were here, some were not. Nonetheless, having someone else do one's work for one was always a pleasant surprise, when it happened.

With the absurdly pleased comfort usually known only to avid sports fans watching their team perform well, Helix settled into his chair, relaxing his body even as his consciousness spread wider and wider. He could get used to this. Perhaps more impersonal than a direct fight, but there was a certain smug joy in watching it all play out for one's viewing pleasure. Regardless of who won the day, he won too.

Not for the first time, Helix was very grateful that his senses were not limited to the nodes his body generated. It might strain a lesser being to observe and process so much information at once, but for him, it was simplicity itself. There was a great deal going on, and Helix intended to miss none of it.

All the while, he dedicated a tiny portion of his consciousness to siphoning credits. It was like getting paid to watch a holodrama. Although...

He dimly detected something there, something investigating him in a sly and experienced manner. It didn't come as a surprise. For his part, Helix was not trying especially hard (if at all) to conceal his location. Part of him trusted in the general chaos to go unnoticed, another part hoped someone might come and disturb his little party, directly or indirectly. He decided not to prevent their snooping, in the interest of learning more. He began subtly searching for the source in turn, though in a place this large, it was like seeking the proverbial needle in a haystack.

At least this way, he wouldn't have to creatively embellish his after-action report.

 

[Gavin Restur]

Equipment: Dual Blaster Pistols, Forcepike, Rocket Boots, Rebreather + Tubes, Misc.
TAGS: Aurelian Veruna , Corazona von Ascania , Mercy , Glissara
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["If there is blood on this coat, Gavin, it is coming out of your payment."]

"W-...hey now, let's not be rash." He can take being scolded. He can take being insulted. But his credits? His credits? Now that was crossing a line. And also because his bank account has been down in the dumps recently, so he really needs payment. Though, his worries were quickly dispelled almost as quickly as they formed.

["That was adequate."]

It's almost enough to make a grown man blush. But, that'd be weird. So, he just settled for giving an affirming nod to Aurelian Veruna , instead. "Oh, don't mention it. Just doin' my job." His gaze went to the small crowd of guild members that surrounded the small group, alongside Corazona von Ascania . Keeping his hands close to his blasters, just in case someone tried being smart.

["We are not here alone. We find the Chancellor. And my Voice of the Houses."]

["Our priority is you, Aurelian."]

Glancing between the other two are they talked. "...She does have a point."

["We get you out, first. Then the other-"]

A sudden CRASH rudely interrupted the conversation the three were having, as Mercy busted through the wall in front of them as if the trio owed her money. With Cora's wave of a hand, he was shoved back and away from any potential harm from debris, skidding on the floor alongside Aurelian. After a very brief moment to recollect his bearings, there was a look ahead towards the one who busted down the wall, brows lifting. He's willing to bet that it was her making all that ruckus.

["Gavin, get Aurelian out of here."]

"No complaints from me." Hastily scrambling up to his feet, as he assisted Aurelian up as well. "Let's get the hell out of here." With that, he started booking it towards the nearest exit that didn't have an enemy in front of it.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The Jedi Knight, deprived of legs, attempted to prop herself up with her hands. She only got far enough to look up at the death and destruction around her before she was seized and dragged, deposited before the man who had so callously dismembered her. She looked up, His towering form looming over her; His shadow engulfing her utterly. She had never known such fear before, she thought that the Jedi teachings would've been enough to stave this terror seizing her heart...

But it was all in vain.

He reached down and seized her by the throat, pulling her up so that she was eye level with Him. She had no alternative but to face the monster, her eyes drawn unbidden into His magnetic gaze. All of her resistance melted away, not through any trickery of the Force, but through the sheer, unflinching will she had been set against. Her body went limp as her mind fractured from the horror, eyes glazing over as she fell into the deep embrace of the Dark Side.

She landed with a dull thump as the Dark Lord cast her aside, her body immediately set upon by robed acolytes. "Take her to the workshop, we'll find some use for her," was His only decree. The acolyte obeyed, carrying the girl away.

Darth Carnifex reached out with His feelings, sensing the various currents of energy that pervaded the spire. One among them drew His immediate attention, almost bringing a smile to His stoic features. So, the boy had finally come. It was a confrontation long in the making, born of necessity and desperation more than righteous conviction. The Dark Lord understood why, His guest had been trying her best to shield herself and the others from Him all this time. But it had always been for naught.

"I see you, little one. If you present yourself now, I will spare those you protect."

Jairdain Ismet-Thio | Jax Thio | Balaya Praelior Zambrano
Connel Vanagor | Ala Quin | Balun Arenais-Dashiell
Feng Huang | Vulpesen | Darth Nefaron
Veradun Sharr ​

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

Allies: Darth Carnifex
Enemies: Jairdain Ismet-Thio Jax Thio Connel Vanagor

She watched it as the people were huddled around a singular person. Defending them as the wendol moved around and Balaya didn't rush as she moved. her steps calculated in the darkness the jedi had created. Lights out but she could see and feel where they were as her voice came out for a moment. "Jediiii. Oh jedi..." She said it while moving and let her voice reverberate around more then she was making it menacing. Almost sing song like and lulling before she looked with a small head turn. The jedi was protecting them but she had to move to distract and fight the wendol while the large zeltron walked. Her armor moving smoothly before she reached out and grabbed a delegate by the wrist. "Oh hello." She said it and did two things. her taloned finger moving along the wrist as she traced small runes with the molecular edge into the flesh.

The fresh scent of blood as it welled up came but it was quickly healed with the force. The delegate pulling their armor back and from her grip as if she had burned him in that moment. The reaction much stronger and more visceral as she grinned to herself. She looked at the one there for a moment though as the snap-hiss came, purple and red light pulsing as the sabers blade was illuminating the area and casting light over her skin. The grin thin as a knifes edge but showing all of the malicious humor while she looked at the woman. "ANd who are you, being so cruel to my little beastie. It does have some kinks to work out. Should have brought something more tested but well doubt any will survive to report their inadequacies." Her humor never faltered while the taloned fingers of her glove held the blades hilt.

The small headband of her armor gleaming aurodium as she looked towards one of the others who had been huddling and spoke. Her voice changing for a moment. "Such fear, such a poor unfortunate soul." She was directing it towards the woman as she looked up for a moment and the Wendol staggered but looked more fearful as it was backing away. Balaya's eyes remaining on Jairdain but her headbands artifact was directed towards the woman as she slipped a small segment of her knuckle blade off with a kick. "I can protect you, let you leave here. No fear you just need to make a choice. Stab the one with you in her face or cower in fear and hope my monsters don't find you." She said it and imposed in her words more force and willpower amplified by the sith artifact for subjugating lesser wills.

"Don't blink jedi, don't want the others to take my offer. We only have the one position available." Her eyes flicked around at the others who were there as she felt the runes. She didn't need to laugh just let it hang there as her movements were accelerated. The cloak of her armor detaching as the terentatek hide muffling parts of her force presence and controlling the armors signature was cast away. The force energies making her muscles bulk more. The pink flesh tightening while veins were like black cables. The open taloned gauntlet of her free hand gleaming when she surged forward. The spiked heel digging into the floor and making an impact dimple. Her saber hand staying straight as she adjusted only for the height of her opponent. Red hair flying behind like a curtain to frame her when the compressed illerium sounded.

The thigh highs of her boots gleaming when the knees release twin barbs with a small illerium explosion. Directed like for sending escape pods at high speeds away and tied into her boots like the rest of the weapons of her armor. The jiggle activating the akure implants to accelerate the barbs trying for Jairdains neck with a repulse. Rave and Velok knew what they had developed when they made them and the zeltron allowed her free hand to release to the left a microflashbang. Her walking armory designed for this before she was allowing the saber to finally adjust for a slash to the right of it. The force speeding up her movements and reaction times for the few heartbeats as the blood began to pump faster and stronger in her ears. The crystal of her choker gleaming with golden darkside energies channeled from the carnage around as she drew it in.

 

[Darth Nefaron]

ALLIED TAGS: Veradun Sharr , Darth Carnifex , Helix
ENEMY TAGS: Balun Arenais-Dashiell , Ala Quin , Jax Thio , Connel Vanagor

The Terror Lord said nothing more to his Apprentice, but he offered a look.

Hunt.

The boy was Sith. The Dark Side would guide him to his foe.
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It did the same for Darth Nefaron as well, for he had taken great care to target one who was perfect for his terrible scheme. While it would indeed be quiet the triumph bring the Grandmaster to Anoat to be broken, such a thing would ensure a fresh assault on Nefaron's fortress-world. But a humble Padawan? Would the High Republic send so many to their deaths for one man?

Navigating the ongoing slaughter, the Corpse Lord moved like a flash, a mere shadow against the wall, as he let the Dark Side take hold to bring him to his foe. No doubt the Jedi would split up to ensure they could save the greatest number of lives, and perhaps that was the Sith's plan all along. But then again, when did the Sith cooperate to do anything? If they were truly united, they would have focused all their attention on Naboo's monarch, for he would make a valuable prize and ensure a dominant position in any ongoing negotiations. Neffaron himself could have chosen to settle an old score with the Kinslayer of Ukatis, but he would have far more fun watching her spiral into madness.

So, despite himself, he stuck to his own plan and targeted the humble Padawan. When the Sith Lord had finally found his way to his prey, he could sense the perfidious light radiating off him, its power great indeed.

But it was nothing before the power of the Dark Side.
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Rather than words, the Corpse Lord let his lightsaber do the talking as it slipped from the sleeve of his cloak and flew like a blaster bolt toward the screen the Padawan was fixed upon. The crimson blade burned through the screen, utterly destroying it as Nefaron slipped into the control room. Behind him, the doors sealed as the Sith remained in control of the tower's systems, though who knew for how much longer.

"They will die, boy. Our trap has been laid, and they now stumble into it."

Of course, Nefaron was bluffing. More than likely, the Padawan's companions would succeed in their quest. But he was the one who had stumbled into the trap, and now it was time to see what this student of the Grandmaster could do.

"But you need not die with them. Your path to the Dark Side begins today, and I-"

Nefaron's lightsaber retracted from the security monitor and flew back to his waiting hand. The Dark Lord's lipless maw twisted into a smile as his crimson blade was held off to one side. He did not need to kill the boy; he only needed to push him until he gave in.

"I will be your guide. But please, do come and do your duty. Strike me down, perhaps your master will make you a Knight?"

The Corpse Lord laughed at the thought.

"Or maybe I shall bring her your head? She is so concerned for you, Balun."​