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

[Varin Mortifer]

Equipment: Eye of the Dragon, Black Blade of Chandrila, Heavy Mace, Heavy Phrik Plate Armor​

The parts of the wall fell on top of the Jedi that was still on the ground, pinning him with heavy duracrete. The yell of pain rose over the alley as the superheated smoke tendrils snaked along the ground towards him. Like a constrictor to its prey, it coiled around his legs, running up his body. His flesh burned and smoked as the heat came into contact with him, wrapping up his torso before diving down his throat, silencing his cries after a moment.

Varin stood before the three bodies and the crumpled ruins before him. The feeling he had over the ordeal was…impassive. He saw them all as mere annoyances. Bugs to be squashed and left forgotten.

She moved, quick, efficient and precise as she went for the back of his knee to bring him down. He did not move. Instead as she approached towards his back, the next thing she would see were the starving runes, flame erupting from his back to lash at her, a loud thunderous boom erupting from his body.

He was not just heat or flame. He was a walking volcano. A living eruption on two legs.

He always had some form of protection around him during battle. The runes on his back serving as a preventative measure to keep any back attacks at bay. Though the range was limited, it mainly served its purpose to make most think twice.

As Shade would react to the flames Varin would quickly turn to face her, a quick backwards swing with his mace heading straight for her midsection while his other hand occupied with his blade came up in the form of a guard, blade crossed at an angle over his torso. As the mace swung waves of flame seemed to follow behind it leaving a trail behind the weapon in its wake.

The superheated smoke tendrils slowly retreated back to the smoldering cloak upon his back like living appendages being recalled back to their home.

The goal of his attack to force her to move back or to the side, so he could respond with his blade.

Shade​

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Darth Prazutis

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"Time is not kind to any of us."

Zark San Tekka did not flinch away from the looming Sith Lord even when a dark aura threatened to consume his thoughts. Cortosis lining insulated the atrisian relic from mental influence and helped focus the Jedi's battle meditation. Narrowed eyes met an obsidian gaze that would drive weaker men mad from behind a partial face mask.

"I do not know why the Force curses me to survive when so many better Jedi have fallen. It is not my place to question destiny."

Interference caused by the ion storm and a burning spire power generator continued to threaten the local grid. Lights flickered all over the street casting them both in an eerie coruscation. Epicanthix blood dwarfed the old Jedi Master who could feel his old nemesis gathering power from deep reservoirs of hatred.

"Perhaps this moment is more than chance," Zark admitted, "But you are too certain the design is yours. Overconfidence has always been your family's weakness. Empires fall. Orders burn."

Amber plasma burst from the lightsaber hilt in his hand. Master San Tekka slowly raised the energy blade over his head in a Djem So combat stance.

"Even yours."

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: Moorja
Equipment: Jedi Robes, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Third Lightsaber, Marriage Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Jairdain Ismet-Thio Connel Vanagor Darth Carnifex Balaya Praelior Zambrano Balun Arenais-Dashiell Ala Quin Syreeta Ming


The disturbance in the Force became stronger the closer Jax got to the diplomatic center. Carnifex already got to Jair, he could sense it. "Oh no." Jax muttered pressing foot against the accelerator the speeder going at max speed. As the building got closer, Jax could see multiple hostiles surrounding the area.

"Damn it I don't have time for this!" Jax muttered. But it looks he'll have no choice but to take them all on. The Jedi Master reached for his Lightsaber and was about to unclip it but all of a sudden, explosions filled battlefield. "Who?!" Jax's eyes darted everywhere wondering where was distracted that he didn't notice two speeder squadrons converging on his position. By the time Jax set his sights on them, the squadron was destroyed.

"I think I know whose handywork this is." A smirk formed on Jax's face. "Thanks Connel. I owe ya a drink!"

In the midst of the fiery chaos was a slope that led directly to the glass windows of the diplomat building. Jax closed his eyes giving himself to the Force as the speeder flew from the ramp and headed straight for the glass. The Jedi Master opened his eyes fired some blaster flak on the windows shattering it before going through the window. As soon as he was in, Jax leapt from the speeder allowing the fast moving vehicle to slam against 10 troopers blowing them to bits.

Jax landed on the ground feet first taking off of his robe as it fell behind him. He saw Jair facing Carnifex showing no fear despite being heavily pregnant and her Force energy starting to drain. Jax's gaze then met his father's for the first time in over a decade. This was it. No running now.

"Dad!" Jax unclipped his Lightsaber, the blue blade shot through the emitter and hummed close to Jax's ear. "If you wanted to see me again so badly, the least you can do was to write me a letter. Then again you're always one for theatrics."

Jax got into a stance. "You're not going to get away this time Dad. I've become more powerful than you can possibly imagine."

 

[Bastila Sal-Soren]

The pressure valve shrieked. Steam burst across the ceiling in a violent plume, the sound of running boots against the metal filled the air with almost violent threat.

Bastila did not flinch, her eyes were watching Dominic instead.

He smiled, in that stubbornly way he did; even as the moment was approaching that he would have to leave her. “No more walls. Got it…”

Her jaw tightened faintly at the effort it cost him to make that joke. The concussion was clearly still there, sat behind his eyes.

Then his hand closed around her arm again and she froze. He didn’t place it there to guide, or to support. He seemed to do it just to hold her there for a moment.

“Bastila. I am not sure why it is…always you. Always me. But, thank you.” He said his words quietly, carefully chosen and for a heartbeat, the galaxy shrank to the sound of distant boots and his unsteady breath.

Her gaze softened, not dramatically or theatrically, but just enough that he would have noticed.

“It isn’t fate,” she said quietly enough that may have just been assuring herself rather then answering him. “It’s choice.”

Her eyes held his. Then he released her arm and said good luck, something flickered behind her composure; a brief flare of something protective, something unwilling to let that be the last word.

“Dominic…”

Blaster fire erupted. Red flame erupting through the steam haze and ripping apart their reality. She stepped back from Dominic, pushing him towards the exit, her saber igniting in one fluid motion as violet light dominated the corridor with a sharp, crystalline hum that cut through all the other noise.

He had already turned to run, not like a coward; but because he knew it was what he had to do, not to waste this moment. The time she was about to give him.

The first Moorjan soldier rounded the junction just as Dominic disappeared into the next passage and Bastila moved.

The corridor was tight and it gave her nearly no room to move. While the Moorjan maybe thought that would save them, it only truly made her more dangerous.

A pivot, a deflection, a bolt sent harmlessly into a conduit above. Steam cascaded down like artificial rain. She advanced rather than retreated, blade a controlled arc of violet light that forced the pursuing forces to slow. They took cover behind pipes and maintenance dips, their blasters occasionally spitting blind towards her.

She only had to delay, enough to buy him distance.

She had no reason to call out to him, he would already be far enough away that he wouldn’t hear her. Dominic would get to the shuttle and then he would be gone, again, so far into space that Bastila would have to forget he existed.

A bolt glanced across her shoulder, not enough to pierce but it burnt a small mark into her exposed skin. She didn’t react beyond adjusting her stance. On her wrist her bracer flashed once, a small red light that indicated a distress call from one of the other handmaidens.

And then softer, almost lost beneath the clash of metal and energy. “Good luck, Dominic.” He would hear that one. A voice that sounded lost upon the wind, like trying to listen to the voice in your head.

Then she stepped fully into the corridor, blade raised, posture settling into something unmistakably Sal-Soren. There was sudden hesitation in the soldiers before her as the corridor itself began to shake and rattle with her mere presence.

Bastila Sal-Soren was holding the line.

By choice.

And they all realised the mistake they had made.

OUTFIT: XoXo | TAG: Dominic Praxon EQUIPMENT:

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[Glissara]

Location: Agriculture Guild Hall - Moorja
Objective: Neutralize the High Republic delegation.
Tag: Gavin Restur Corazona von Ascania Aurelian Veruna Mercy

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Covered in blood? Glissara nearly shivered at the thought as her features went flush with distaste. Even with her speed, she much preferred to vaporize her enemies from afar. And when it came to melee, her training was in momentum-based combat. A killing blow must always lead to another step forward. If she was standing still long enough for some wretched creature to bleed all over her, then she either was not moving fast enough or something had gone terribly wrong.

Like a broken leg, a torn ligament, or something far worse!

Nevertheless, Glissara was not about to debate the Empress of the Core regarding the merits of the Shatter Vector fighting style. That was a matter better demonstrated than told. Instead, as Mercy came up to the corridor, the Jango Jumper swiftly rebounded off of the nearby wall, using it to shift her momentum laterally before surging down the adjacent hallway in a blur of movement.

“I’ll come in from a different angle!” She called back over comms, her tone light and lilting in spite of the violence to come. From there, Glissara took the circuitous route, swinging around the room’s perimeter while making full use of her blistering speed. All the while, her ears gave a faint twitch upon catching the thunderous report of Mercy smashing her way through the wall. By that point, the room’s rear entrance loomed directly ahead.

Her disruptor pistol, whined, then fired. An invisible lancet of nonharmonic ethaerium plasma tore through the air at supersonic velocity, before explosively vaporizing a chunk of the door in a searing flash of superheated vapor. Glissara came hurtling through the gap less than a heartbeat later, her leg extended to deliver a flying kick aimed to strike the King of Naboo ( Aurelian Veruna ) in his skull!

Spoiler: Loadout

• Slipstream Zero Exoskin Mk. I
  
  • Arms
    
    • Modular Attachment Point - R
      
      • FAE/M-02 Energized Forearm Vibroblade Mk. II
  • Face Mask
• Glissara’s Enforcer
  
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
    • Phase I “Susurration” Anti-Sonic Silencer
  • Ammunition
    
    • FAE/AM-01-S2 Energy Weapon Cartridge - Ethaerium X Gas and CryoBan Coolant (20)
• Void Helix-type Aerial Vibrostar (12)
• FAE/MDE-01-S1 Semiautonomous Seeker Thermal Explosive (2)
• Miniaturized Infrared Smoke Grenade (2)
• Siqsa-S1 Semiautonomous Seeker Obscuration Canister (2)

 

[CT-312]

//: Taera 'Calypso' Cassian Abrantes //:
//: Moorja//:
//: Attire //:
//: EQUIPMENT: GAHA-32 Lionheart Commando Armor | Contact Lenses| Navi/Barca //:
//: PRIMARY WEAPONS: VW 864 Maser Rifle //:
//: Secondary Weapons: LO-22S | Eight Blade Razorline Projector| Energized Forearm Vibroblade Mk. II //:
//: ADDITIONAL EQUIPMENT: Kushute Grenades | 6 x Shiva Knifes | S.A.N.D. Powder //:
//: 1 x Arrow head of Absence | Taozin amulet | LK Spider Slicer Droid | BioMedical Support System//:​

Rook remained pressed against the wall, silently observing the two strangers reposition themselves. Giving a nod to the man as he gave thanks. He moved without needing instructions, stepping back to cover their rear. Alert. The woman followed a moment later. Passing Rook with a wave as she took point. Her movement carried authority of the two. She did not look back to confirm compliance. She assumed it. That left Rook in the middle. One focused forward, while the other focused behind… Neither focused on her.

It would be so easy.

What was the word CT-312 had been searching for? ‘Ah— Entertaining.’ Especially after the woman had deliberately avoided her name. Instead replacing it with something neutral. Overwatch. If that was the game they wanted to play…

She ignored the layout of the whole city that was displayed on her HUD. With the heel of her boot, Rook pushed herself off the wall. Unhurried. The rifle dipped slightly as she rolled her shoulders. In a light tone emitted from the helmet’s vocoder, “Well— John and Jane, map you say?” There was an unmistakable hint of humor beneath the distortion. Holstering the rifle across her back, Rook jogged past them, returning to the fallen Moorjan operatives.

One laid face down where it struck the alley floor. Their limbs twisted unnaturally from the fall. Rook crouched beside the body, gripping its shoulder and flipping it over, indifferent. “S’cuse me, buddy!” Gloved hands moved quickly, patting down pockets and pouches. Only producing a small pack of stim-smokes. She held them up briefly. “Unfortunate.”

Moving on to the second body, this one had landed harder. Blood had already pooled beneath its torso. Rook searched, patting down once again. Finding a fractured datapad with its screen broken beyond recovery. Then her gloved fingers found something else. Smaller. A commlink, intact. She stood and turned back towards the two strangers. Boots echoing softly. “No map. Datapad’s busted.” Rook tossed the commlink underhand toward the woman. “But that might help with whatever radio chatter the Moorjans are feeding each other.” turning to the man, tossing the small pack of stim-smokes.

Rook unholstered her Maser Rifle, settling it across her chest. Grip firm, pointer finger resting along the frame just above the trigger housing. Disciplined and ready without tension. “If we come across a patrol, one of them’s bound to have a map.” A slight tilt of her helmet. “Or if there’s an access terminal nearby, I could try and hack it. Not the best. It’ll take time.” Her visor shifted between them. “ —And we’d be sitting porgs.”

BARCA pinged softly in her helmet. A red indicator appeared on her HUD, accompanied by a directional marker. Rook’s helmet turned first toward the man, “John.” then toward the woman in front of her. “Jane.” Without waiting, she stepped out of the alley. Her rifle snapped upward instantly, aligning with the distant threat across the street. A Moojarn operative had taken position behind a shattered transparisteel window several levels above ground. The moment Rook exposed herself, the operative fired.

CRACK. The first round struck her shoulder plate, its impact jolted through the armor. The kinetic force dissipated across the reinforced plating. Fragments burst from the wall and pavement around Rook as the remaining rounds hit. Durasteel chips and pulverized concrete spraying into the air. Eyes locked onto the muzzle flash in the window. “There you are.” Calmly adjusting her stance under fire. Compensating for elevation and partial cover, she steadied the rifle, and pulled the trigger.

The weapon answered with a controlled burst. Rounds punching cleanly through the compromised window. The shooter’s silhouette jerked violently before disappearing from view. Silence returned. Rook held position for half a second longer, confirming the absence of any additional threats before stepping back into the alley.

She rolled her left shoulder once, the motion subtle. Bruised, but functional. Rook’s visor locked onto the woman’s eyes. Her support hand lifted from the rifle, gesturing outward open palm toward the street beyond. An invitation. “Lead the way” Rook’s tone carrying the same amusement as before. She was ready to see where they would go next.

 

[Pari Sylune]

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The Force tightened around her like a held breath, low, heavy, wrong. Not the sharp panic spilling through the wards or the frantic flutter of fear from civilians flooding the lower levels. This was deliberate. Focused. It pressed at the edges of her awareness with patient intent, like a hand testing a locked door.

He's here.

Her fingers stilled where they hovered above the sterilizer controls. Around her, Moorjay General continued to move, orderlies rushing, med-droids gliding, the sharp scent of antiseptic clinging to everything, but to Pari it all felt suddenly fragile. Glass-thin.

The darkness brushed her again.

She swallowed and closed her eyes for half a heartbeat, grounding herself the way her master had taught her. Breathe. Anchor. Preserve. The hospital was full of people who could not run, could not fight, could not survive if fear tipped into chaos.

Not here, she thought fiercely. You will not bring this here.

She slipped out of her surgical jacket and passed it to a startled nurse with a soft, practiced smile. "I'm going to help with intake," she said, voice steady. "I'll be back."

The corridors grew quieter as she moved deeper, toward a service exit rarely used except for supply transfers. Each step was deliberate. Her fear came with her and she didn't deny it, but she held it close, wrapped in resolve. Fear acknowledged could be managed. Fear ignored spread like fire.

When she reached the sealed door, she paused. The darkness was stronger here. Close enough now that it felt more like pressure.

Her hand trembled as she pressed the release. The door hissed open. Cool night air washed over her, carrying distant smoke and the metallic echo of conflict far too close for comfort. Pari stepped out onto the narrow platform beyond the perimeter, letting the door seal behind her.

She lifted her chin and spoke, not loudly, but with the kind of calm that came from choosing courage over instinct.

"This is a hospital," she said. "Whatever war you're fighting… it doesn't belong here."

Aerik Lechner

 

[Eloise Dinn]

Lorik's typing became faster and more frantic. "I've got him!" he exclaimed. "And he's almost got me..."

"Where is he?" Eloise demanded.

"Diplomatic hall's security room. Just down that way--" He broke off as Eloise ran out of the room, leaving him alone. "Great. Just great," he muttered, getting up and grabbing his lightsaber.

Eloise booked it to the security room, bursting through the door. She saw a droid, and some kind of... black goo?

Without wasting any time, she lunged forward, slashing through the security console the droid was using. The lightsaber not only burned through metal and circuitry, but could potentially cause whatever it came in contact with to catch fire. Eloise didn't stop there, already swinging her blade toward the droid itself in a full scale assault.

Helix​

 

[Kito]

//: Valaine Valentine //: Reina Daival //:
//: Attire //:

Today had been more eventful in ways Kito would have liked. Maybe she should have been tipped off, having run into Valaine on a planet like this. The Republic was supposed to be providing aid, and the council and senate were supposed to bring the planet into the government. Yet, none of that happened.

Everything happened so quickly; the small group of Jedi she had been with was taken out before she could react. Kito was separated from the rest of the Republic, but to her luck, she had run into Valaine. It was as if the Force itself orchestrated the lifeline for her. For that, she was thankful, but the events were starting to make sense.

Still, it wouldn't sour the small reunion.

Moving through the streets and cutting through the small mobs of people trying to escape. Kito held on to Valaine's hand tightly, not wanting to get separated in the panic. Luckily, with Kito's tall stature, she was able to see over the heads of the crowds and guide them through. Too many people were already losing their lives in the stampede.

"There's a clearing up ahead." Kito looked back quickly as she moved another person past her and Valaine.

Up ahead, a clearing had formed with supplies. It seemed the Republic or just citizens were trying to organize people into shuttles. The same shuttles that were being blasted from the sky by the Empire's forces every so often. Frowning, Kito was still unaware of the source of the chaos; her main concern was Valaine. She could hold her own, and that eased the Shaper's worries for the time being.

It didn't take long for them to cut into the clearing. Kito caught her breath from the sprint they had just endured, and she had let go for a brief moment as she coughed. Catching her breath, Kito looked to Valaine and smiled, mostly feeling silly for worrying too much about the Sangnir. In that moment, she remembered the endurance and the strength behind what Valaine was.

"I'm still going to ask, but you're okay, right?" Kito smiled as she nodded and took in another deep breath, trying not to seem as winded as she really was.

From the corner of her eye, she noticed a flash of red hair and the sense of familiarity. Turning her head in full, she tilted her head, trying to make out the reasoning for seeing Reina. She hadn't seen the girl around the temple in months, half expecting her to have been one of the few to welcome the ronin.

"Valaine… Is that your friend?" Kito looked back at her companion, "The one from the coronation?"

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x | Companion: Domxite
Interacting with: Lily Rhodes Gerwald Lechner Rik Perris

“My name is Lily Rhodes. I can help with evacuation.” Her hand moved over sensor readouts, building a map of the city around her. “Call out your locations and I can come to you…” she paused, “I realise that sounds like a Sith trick now that I say it out loud, but I promise you it's not. Let me help.”

Everything seemed to go crazy, and what had originally been a diplomatic summit turned into a deadly trap.

Blaster bolts streaked toward her, and Zaiya's two dozen bracelets gave a musical jingle as the Jedi Lovalla spun and whirled, sending out a telekinetic push. Her vibrant, colorful hair and bioluminescence shimmered across her rosy golden skin as the Force surged outward.

The traitorous Moorjvan guards were sent crashing back, and her opal blue eyes narrowed at the audacity, giving a rippling answering whip of her colorshifting over her skin as she made sure they were unconscious.

How rude!

This was not how hosts and hostesses served their guests. It was an affront to invite someone into your home only to cause them harm. A foul act indeed.

It made the typically happy go lucky Lovalla bristle, and if she had any feathers, they would be puffed up around her indeed. Instead, her bioluminescence flared in a medley of colors that rippled and danced and pulsed in silver and violet streaks of mild annoyance.

For someone who believed that invitations to one's home and breaking bread over a meal were really super de duper important, this was utterly the lowest of the low!

Just then, her comm crackled on an open line, and Zaiya heard an unfamiliar voice. It was someone offering help with evacuations.

She brightened, but even then, she paused. Could this be a trap? No no, through the Force, despite the betrayal crafted by this world's government against the High Republic the empath sensed the truth within the weave of the Force -- whoever it was, they really, really meant it.

They wanted to help.

Good.

[ Lily, hear you loud and clear. This is Jedi Padawan Zaiya Ceti. I am with two other dignitaries and will need that evacuation. Give me your location, and I can head there now. ]

 

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Valaine Valentine Kito
Attire

"I think it's broken!"

"Man up."

Reina slapped the citizen in the face, having none of their complaints. People were dying. There wasn't any time to waste because the guy thought his arm was broken. He could get that dealt with if he managed to get off world. For now, the Ersansyr chucked him onto one of the shuttles, heading over towards the pilot as she began the speech that she had given some of the previous shuttle pilots.

"They're targeting your main escape routes. Stay as low as you can in atmosphere, until you're far away from the city."

There was probably some kind of code or security pass that could identity the Shuttles as belonging to the Sith, but Reina didn't have access or knowledge to that. She had come here with the rest of the Sith, and perhaps it was part of her naiveity, but she had believed that this would have been an actual peaceful endeavour. It was making her question once again where she belonged in the Galaxy. Would this count as betrayal? Perhaps. But she had the strength to back it up. She'd stare down anyone who tried to stop her from saving innocent people.

Either way, she hopped off the shuttle to get back to helping those evacuate. Throwing her robes over her lightsaber for a moment, momentarily cringing to herself. If the clearing came under attack, Reina wasn't sure if she'd be able to use the weapon to protect the people. The moment they saw a red lightsaber, they'd break out into a panic. She wouldn't blame them for it. There was Whisperwind on her other hip, but a sword made for terrible protection against blaster fire.

You've done it again. You can't protect anyone. Death. Destruction. Flames. That's all you ever bring.

She had to quiet those thoughts in the back of her mind. Reina wasn't a Jedi. Not anymore. She was no hero. Barely even a Knight. But at the same time, she was no villain. Nor a Sith. Her intent was to help. Yet she froze for a moment, as there was...a familiar presence amongst the crowd. Her hand rested atop the hilt of Whisperwind, as she scanned through the crowds. For her, a familiar presence more than likely meant a Sith...Yet it turned out not to be that. At least she assumed, as her eyes spotted the rather tall figure of Kito .

Oh.

Reina just broke out into an awkward grin in the Jedi's direction, not even knowing that Valaine was near the K'Paur. There was a debate over whether or not she should keep on the move or head over to the...friend? Yeah. Friend fit Kito. There was every chance that the Jedi would notice something different about Reina...but at the same time, she was the same at her core. So she made her way on over.​