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

[Jax Thio]

Location: Moorja
Equipment: Jedi Robes, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Third Lightsaber, Marriage Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Darth Carnifex Jairdain Ismet-Thio

"Jair....." Jax muttered his body wracked with pain from the burns he received by Carnifex's attack. Jax's body was begging him to give up, to submit to slumber but Jax used last of his strength to stand up his legs were wobbling as if they were made out of jelly. Jax wasn't guided by foolhardiness but rather the Force. The purple aura surrounded the Jedi Master, yet he trusted the Force. No matter what happened with the gift Carnifex gave him, Jax will be cocooned by the Force. Jax had spent years training with this power waiting for the moment to unleash it. The only thing that he was worried about was what Jair, Dreidi Xeraic , Jayna Ismet-Thio , and @Conne would think of him.

"I'm sorry......." Jax stared at his pregnant wife and closed his eyes as the dark aura around Jax grew. A large, glowing skeleton took form roaring at the as loud as it stared down Carnifex.

"Your gift Dad," Jax said his face filled with determination. "Time to end this!"

 

[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 and gonna grab Elian Abrantes in a bit

The pressure around Zaiya thickened again. It pressed against her ribs, her lungs, her thoughts. Breathing felt like trying to sip air through syrup. and the cracked plating under her boots groaned as the weight she had redirected into it began to fail.

Okay, she thought grimly. Plan B.

Except Plan B had not technically been a plan. It had been more of a hope.

Lily's voice brushed the edge of her mind through the Force, tangled in static and a hundred overlapping emotional echoes. Zaiya felt the moment the girl strike at Gerwald's focus.

It bought them something -- Not much, but it was something!

The Lovalla lifted one hand and yanked sharply with the Force, and behind Gerwald, the foam ports that had been hissing patiently in the wall suddenly tore free of their housings with a metallic shriek. Bolts popped loose and the cylinders ripped outward like angry durasteel fruit.

"Surprise!" Zaiya wheezed as the Lovalla hurled the entire cluster toward him in a clattering storm of metal and expanding foam canisters. The ports detonated midair as the systems triggered under stress, spewing thick containment foam in every direction.

Not to trap him, just to make a spectacular mess. The corridor erupted in a blossoming cloud of adhesive white foam and spinning metal housings.

Zaiya used the moment.

A rosy golden hand etched with bioluminescence snapped to her belt, in a flash of vibrant citrine and cobalt blue shimmers of determination, Zaiya ignited her lightsaber with a brilliant snap-hiss.

The magenta-pink light flooded the corridor like a glow stick at the holodisco amidst the flashing emergency strobes. The blade hummed in her grip as she lifted it, breathing hard against the crushing pressure even as her nose stung and she felt the warmth of blood trickle over her lip. She blinked in surprise as a thin line of blood slipped free.

Oh well, crud!

NOt that Zaiya had much time to think, cause that shadow wolfie was already pushing through the chaos. So Zaiya did something extremely ill-advised.

She reached deep into the Force and pulled.

Light exploded outward.

A massive pulse of brilliant white radiance burst from her position, not destructive but blinding, flooding the corridor in a flare brighter than the emergency lights, brighter than the saber itself. It was like a miniature star detonating in the narrow passage.

The effort hit her instantly as pain lanced through her skull and the blood from her nose doubled.

But thank the stars it worked!

For a heartbeat, everything vanished in white.

Follow me!

Zaiya's thought shot out through the Force toward Lily Rhodes and the terrified diplomat like a startled bird. Then Zaiya looked down at the cracked floor beneath her boots.

"Oh, good," she sang with a bloody smile, bright and brilliant in a kaleidoscopic potentially epileptic inducing pulse of lights off her skin.

The plating groaned again.

"That was the plan."

Then the Lovalla Padawan plunged her lightsaber into the deck.

Molten durasteel sprayed outward as the blade carved through the weakened metal. Zaiya twisted her wrist, cutting a fast, rough circle into the sagging plating.

"Everyone loves an open floor concept!"

The circle completed, Zaiya kicked, then the entire section dropped.

Zaiya vanished with it.

There was a brief, weightless moment as the Lovalla, the diplomat, and Lily plunged through the smoking hole and fell into the deck below.

"THIS IS FINE!" Zaiya yelled on the way down.

They hit the lower level in a tangled crash of limbs and robes.

Zaiya bounced once, rolled, and groaned as her saber snapped off in her hand.

For a moment she lay there staring at the ceiling hole they had just fallen through.

Then instinct returned like a blaster bolt.

"Run! RUN!" she gasped out!

 

[Aurelian Veruna]

Tags: Mercy | Corazona von Ascania | Gavin Restur | Glissara

Pain arrived before consciousness. Aurelian groaned softly and blinked his eyes open to a ceiling that was no longer entirely attached to the building. Dust hung in the air. Chunks of duracrete littered the floor around him. His head throbbed with a steady, royal indignation.

He lay there for a second, staring upward. Right. The monster. He pushed himself up slowly, rubbing the side of his head. Memory returned in fragments. Running. Door exploding. Something fast. Then darkness.

Wonderful.

The guild hall looked like a warzone. Aurelian staggered to his feet, brushing dust from his coat out of instinct. He glanced down. Still intact. Small mercies.

Then he heard the fight. Blaster fire cracked somewhere ahead, followed by the sharp smell of ozone. Aurelian turned just in time to see Gavin twisting through the air while some blur of an attacker moved behind him.

His eyes narrowed. Oh no you don't.

Aurelian reached inside his coat and pulled the compact stun pistol from its hidden holster. His aim was quick and surprisingly steady for someone who had just been kicked unconscious.

He squeezed the trigger. A bright stun bolt snapped across the room toward the attacker. "That," Aurelian said loudly, still rubbing his head with his free hand, "is for knocking me out."

He stepped beside Gavin, adjusting his coat again like this had all been a mildly inconvenient interruption to his day.

"We are leaving," he said firmly.

He glanced around at the destroyed hall, the smoke, the collapsing architecture, and the distant sounds of Sith chaos spreading through the city. Aurelian sighed. He gestured toward the exit.

​

 

[Gavin Restur]

Equipment: Dual Blaster Pistols, Forcepike, Rocket Boots, Rebreather + Tubes, Misc.
TAGS: Glissara , Aurelian Veruna , Corazona von Ascania , Mercy
​

The wide arc of electricity that had been shot out brought nothing. There was no clear hit on Glissara , which just means she had been able to avoid it. And if he was going to be honest with himself? He is certainly getting frustrated, by now. While he normally keeps a cool head in intense situations, he couldn't help be feel some anger start to boil over. He has fought in legitimate military battles that had felt less difficult than this brief skirmish. But he swears by it, she is going down before he does.

Regardless, if she had been no where in front of him, then there is only one place she could be: behind. He had quickly lowered back down towards the floor, the barrel of his blaster once more glowing a vibrant yellow. Almost as soon as his feet touched the floor, he practically snapped his full body around in a spin, leaning back while aiming his blaster from his hip. Eat this, you dirty-

He watched a stun round strike the trooper, glancing over to see that Aurelian Veruna had woken up. Thank the stars, his credits may still be safe.

As the man had approached, he spoke over to him. "Glad to see you up and at 'em. Not healthy to sleep in all day." But, he did elect to leave out any mentioning of the growing bump that the man had on the side of his head.

["We are leaving."]

"Couldn't agree more." With a moment to look around, he noticed that the exit which the trooper had blasted through was now wide open, and ripe for escaping through. He closed and holstered his forcepike, before pointing towards it. "Exit's open, let's book it." Proceeding to do just that, and bolting towards it.

As he reached the doorway, he turned around to glance towards where Corazona von Ascania and Mercy were fighting, before yelling over. "Cora! We're getting out of here, come on!"

As much as he would have loved to use the charged bolt from his blaster on the briefly stunned trooper, the safety of the King was his priority. As such, he had a different idea to ensure that his goal would be achieved. Whenever it was clear that Cora was going to make it, he aimed upwards towards the already weakened structure of the doorway. Shooting the charged bolt towards it, the explosion caused some pieces of debris to already begin falling, with the intention being to completely collapse the doorway after Cora made it through. He holstered his blaster after, and started running for it.

 

[Ala Quin]

Ala felt the well of darkness within Veradun breach, a tidal wave of spite and dark energy rushing toward her. She didn't move to dodge. Instead, she leaned into it for a fraction of a moment, her boots grinding into the vibrating floor. She held the line just long enough for the concussive front to scream past her, before she jumped to ride the trailing edge of the shockwave.

As the windows disintegrated into a cloud of crystalline shrapnel, Ala flew like a leaf in a storm and into the vast expanse of nothing outside the communication tower. For a moment, there was only the roar of the wind and the dizzying spin of the Moorja skyline. Below, the city was a blur of steel and light, but her focus narrowed.

A sleek Imperial troop transport was banking hard, descending from the upper levels. Ala adjusted her weight in mid-air, the Force guiding her trajectory until her boots slammed onto the cold metal of the craft's roof. The pilot swerved, startled by the sudden impact, but she was already moving. With a powerful spring, she launched herself toward a second passing vessel, using its momentum as a stepping stone.

But her heart wasn't on the horizon. It was pulling her back into the guts of the tower, several levels down.

She saw the flickering lights of the security corridor through a broad transparasteel viewport. Sensing the fading light of her Padawan, Ala didn't hesitate. She plummeted toward the glass, tucked her shoulder, and gathered the Force into a hardened shell around her.

CRASH.

The window exploded inward as Ala rolled through the debris, coming to her feet in a single fluid motion. The air here smelled of ozone and something rotten. She saw Balun, broken and unconscious on the floor, and the towering, necrotic shadow of the Corpse Lord looming over him like a vulture.

In an instant, she was between them. Her amber blades hissed as they carved a protective arc in the air, her small frame casting a long, defiant shadow over her fallen student. She didn't look at Balun. Her golden eyes remained locked on the Sith Lord.

"You cannot have him, Dark Lord!" She said without raising her voice, before slowly backing up towards Balun and wrapping him within her protective barrier.

Her wrist mounted comm device blinked. Her ride was almost here.

| Tag: Veradun Sharr Balun Dashiell Darth Nefaron |​

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Sibylla Abrantes //: Bastila Sal-Soren //:
//: Aurelian Veruna (mentioned) //:

Sibylla's answers were as expected. As much as Quinn wanted to fight against them, push harder that the woman failed to understand, she couldn't. Sibylla, despite her annoying habit of digging and peeling back layers, understood what was presented to her. Even that bit of the woman was annoying. Quinn hated how easily Sibylla had dissected her, but there was a part of the Queen that enjoyed it.

Finally, someone saw something beneath the layers of identities. Someone interested, even if only to use against her one day, who wanted to see beyond the crown and robes. It was a horrible, but enlightening feeling to be so bare.

Quinn shifted where she stood as they made their way towards the exit. Beyond it, Sibylla would return to her world of Light and freedom — while Quinn returned to the obsidian cage. There were parts of her that were jealous, the Republic in her understanding felt so free — so willing to accept…

"I can see that your understanding of this might have come with a price…" Quinn's eyes focused on the scar over the woman's eye. Whoever or whatever struck her, its lesson left its mark. Curiosity weighed heavily as she wondered who Sibylla crossed for something like that.

A hint of humor hit as Quinn sighed softly with a laugh. No, she wasn't like the others — Srina made sure of it.

"Is this where I tell you I'm not like other Sith?" A small joke, out of place as it was, but it was a distraction from the rest of what Sibylla was pointing out. Quinn understood her role; she understood that, despite everything, she was first a Queen and an Heir before she was anything else.

"Clarity?" Quinn asked as she mused over the thought.

Was Sibylla asking about the hidden plans of the Sith, where they intended to strike? As far as Quinn knew, and from this discussion, the Republic was in the dark when it came to the Empire. This was a rare chance the woman had gotten, and a lucky one that it was Quinn, not one of the other Dark Councilors.

"That's your duty, to oppose me if I do something that you and your government disagree with." It was the nature of it; even if the politicians didn't believe in the light side of the Force, they believed they were correct.

"Don't mistake expansion for destruction. It is my responsibility to strengthen the borders of my Empire, to secure prosperity for my people… I will not deny the desire for expansion."

She paused, her mind lingering on what it meant to go against the Republic and what it put her own interests at risk.

"But, I do desire coexistence." Never before had she expressed this notion. In meetings, she agreed with her fellow councilors and the other dark lords who sought to destroy the Light. It was a choice made for her, but not by her.

"The Dark Side seeks to destroy the Light, but what my fellows fail to understand is that for Darkness to exist, the Light needs to shine. You cannot have one without the other."

A philosophy that her own mother preached and was often ignored by both Sith and Jedi.

"The galaxy seeks balance, and no matter what we do, it will always have it."

Her eyes trailed the door; she could feel the others coming, searching for Sibylla. A gentle sigh, almost of relief, she could feel the lingering effects of Bastila's presence in the Force.

"Like you, I selfishly want Bastila to be safe as well. I wish the never-ending war between Light and Dark didn't exist and that we could just exist… in peace."

Foolish, but she was allowed to dream.

"As much as I want to satisfy your curiosity, I cannot make a promise nor place myself within the parameters you're presenting me. So I hope you are willing to work with both."

Quinn moved, drawing closer to Sibylla as she removed a small chip from her comm device. "Here," she offered it between her fingers.

"The planetary defenses are scanning the shuttles that are leaving. If anyone registers as High Republic, they're targeted and shot down." She nudged her hand forward, her eyes drifting to the chip she held.

"This will read as I'm on the ship, a Dark Councilor, and the Empress's daughter. It will allow you to ease through the defenses and keep you safe."

Another small thought as she wrinkled her nose with a smile.

"Don't attempt to go through the Blackwall with it, my codes and data are different, but if your spoiled puerile peacock of a King avoids irritating me in the future…"

She knew what she would say next would draw a lecture from Gerwald or even her mother. But this was a chance for the Republic to earn some trust from the Echani. A test to see if Sibylla was a woman of her word. Still, precautions would be in place after all of this.

"I could perhaps organize a visit behind the Blackwall… as my guests."

Looking back up, she didn't want to let things linger too long.

"You should get out of here, it's only going to get worse. I'll be fine…"

A small laugh as she exhaled.

"I'm always fine."

 

[Lily Rhodes]

Zaiya Ceti Gerwald Lechner​

All at once the voice she’d pulled in went silent as he pushed back, her mental fingers slipping along the surface of his mind, failing to find the purchase she needed. His response came sharp and cold, like an icy knife plunged between her eyes. She recoiled, the pressure around her tightening again as pain split along the inside of her skull, the headache taking form in sharp steady throbs.

“Yeah ok,” she said to herself. “That was dumb.”

Warmth dripped to her lip and she brought her hand up, to wipe it away, blood smearing her hand. “Super dumb.” she muttered.

Zaiya took advantage of the moment instantly, containment foam spewing in every direction, but Gerwald was still advancing, still applying pressure on all of them, his focus relentless, and then corridor filled with blinding light, Lily shut her eyes against it, extending her awareness in the force and locating the diplomat, his mind awash with fear.

Follow me!

Lily didn’t question it, she just folded the force around her, feeling for the diplomat's arm when she felt the floor beneath her feet again.pulling him towards the lovalla. She held him fast as the light receded, exposing Zaiya her skin flickering faster than a laser show at a Zeltron rave, then she plunged her saber into the floor and realisation dawned.

“Oh fuck.”

Her stomach shifted into her throat as gravity pulled them down, Lily let go of the diplomat, as they impacted the floor below, the impact jarring everyone and sending her rolling away. She recovered quickly, scrambling to her feet hearing the Zaiya groan as she moved to the diplomat to get him on his feet.

“That way” she pointed down the corridor, moving to Zaiya’s side, grabbing an arm and pulling her up. “I got you, discoball, let's go.”

 

[Darth Nefaron]

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

Despite his victory, Nefaron's smile faded into something cruel, childish anger taking him in his moment of triumph. ​

Though utterly broken and defeated, this Jedi Padawan had a bit of fight left in him, last words he might have used to beg for his life or that of his son were instead used to chastise the Dark Lord and his Order. Balun believed himself to be better than Darth Nefaron? Bane of the Tsis'Karr and pillager of Ukatis? If the Corpse Lord had more time, he might have flayed the boy alive for his disrespect, but alas, it was not to be. As Balun faded into unconsciousness, Nefaron watched on, hands folded behind his back.

He would restrain himself. Already, the seeds of darkness were planted.

And Balun was a fool if he believed his son was safe. ​

For a brief moment, the Corpse Lord considered taking the boy's lightsaber as a trophy, a reminder that no matter what his foolish Jedi training granted him would pale before the might of the Dark Side, but fate intervened on his behalf. There was a split second of warning before the Jedi Grand Master came crashing through a viewport, the Terror Lord bringing his arms up as a natural reaction to the oncoming debris. When his arms fell, a short human woman stood between him and his prey, lightsaber in hand and purpose glinting in her eyes. It seemed Veradun was unsuccessful, though he was not dead, for Nefaron certainly would have sensed it.

Once more, cruelty and rage slipped over the Corpse Lord's face, his hand moving for his lightsaber and his dark power gathering in him once more, and yet he paused. Instead of engaging in yet another battle, why not take this opportunity to sow yet further seeds of doubt?

"He is already mine, Jedi. He will make a worthy servant of the Dark Side one day."

Cloaked in darkness, Neafaron began to slowly retreat, a cruel smile taking him once again. ​

"One day, he will show you. One day, he will drive his blade through your heart."

{EXIT}​

 

[Eira Dyn]

Armour Mode: ASSASSIN
Equipment: Marwolaeth Ddu, Lethal Pursuers, Vibrosword, Blaster Pistol
Allies: TSO
Opposition: Cerys Dyn

"Do I? Laughable coming from someone who doesn't even know where she comes from!" Eira growled back.

Eira spat at the ground in disgust when Cerys attempted to force her pity onto the Sith. As if a witch was placing a curse upon it, it was disgusting and something far beneath Eira. "Of course you think that way. The weak always believe themselves justified in attempting to bring the strong down to their level. I do not care for your pity, I do not desire your love. Your insults hold not weight on me." There were only part truths in what Eira was saying. While she truly did wish to feel nothing, all that she did feel was further humiliation and self-hatred.

The young apprentice had failed in her mission on killing Jedi and in killing her sister before word got out that Eira had a Jedi sibling. There would be only further embarrassment if that ever got out in Eira's mind.

"You flee because you are weak and you could not survive the trials that I have endured Cerys! I have faced death and lived. All you do is run!" Eira roared as Cerys fled from Eira. Running to those evacuation places.

The purple lightning shooting out of Eira, her emotions continued to build and build until she screamed a powerful Force Scream and shot several bursts of powerful Force Lightning into the civilians around her. Killing everyone that surrounded Eira. Tears streaming down her face as emotions from childhood back flooding to her surface. Bitter, young resentment returned and grew deeper in hatred. Cementing that hatred that Eira had for the Jedi. Not only had that Jedi dropped Cerys on Eira's family but now Cerys was a Jedi trying to undermine the growth that Eira had gotten.