Public Stronghold One: Six Levels of Hell (PvE, PvP OPEN)

[Draven Eterena]

Location: Makeb, Strong Hold One
Allied Tags: Liin "Tera" Terallo Mr. Usher Eivii Razmir Tezhyn Imperius Indomitus

Draven worked his way through the scraps and remnants of the old droids. He almost felt bad for the droids that got scrapped... and this was from someone who didn't care too much for most droids. Draven found his way along to where the initial group leader and the Sith found their way down towards. Walking along the staircase wary about the increasingly loud clanking and banging. Then the group stopped, and Draven gazed upon the void. A part of himself was tempted to just drop down into it for nostalgia's sake. Though his rational side noted that'd be both pointless and problematic depending what was on the bottom. He'd survive the fall and the impact... that didn't mean he'd be prepared for whatever else might lie below.

"We are about to meet our hosts."

Draven listened to the cold declaration of the Sith who joined the party. When it was followed up by the ignition of the lightsaber. Draven decided this was a pivotal enough point that he needed to probably step up some and not be so cautious about revealing his own abilities. Whether it was to face whatever threat lied ahead the Sith was claiming was there... Otherwise, whether it was because the behemoth of a man was about to turn on the group himself.

"Very well, then I suppose it's only right we provide them with a proper greeting." Draven responded with a calm tone which could almost match the coldness of the Sith's tone. Almost. Draven decided to stop concealing his force sensitivity, and in turn he flinched the slightest of bits. While he opened up his senses and took in the full weight of his companions' various energies and emotions. As well as the lingering aura of conflict, and death over a large period of time. The Sith was as formidable in the force as Draven anticipated... The anomaly was... foreign... and there was a faint tingle from tech support guy.

Draven of course regained his composure in less than a fraction of a moment. His own saber hilt leapt up into his hands. He snapped the blade to life as the dark green blade added a small bit of light to the area not an overbearing amount. It had a more melodic hum than the Sith's own blade. Nothing that would stand out horribly. Draven's footing positioned him in a manner that he could react to either what lied behind the door, or the Sith. Depending on which one posed the greatest threat at the start of an actual engagement.

If not for the Sith brandishing their own lightsaber. Draven wouldn't had bothered drawing on his own to begin with. He enjoyed unarmed combat. Punching things... especially things people wouldn't think to punch... was exhilarating. Draven preferred living a tad bit more than seeking a thrill. Which was a strong deterrent from taking chances at this moment. Draven pushed his senses ahead and sought what lied beyond the tastes of death and battle, getting a general sense for the forces that waited to take a shot at the group.

 

[Mr. Usher]

MAKEB, STRONGHOLD ONE
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"Showtime"
The hulking figure walked past assisting the Statuesque firgure in prying open the next door. He did not intend to get in the way of the plasma blades of those that wielded them, but he had a plan to aid them.

Mr. Usher was met with a hail of blaster fire, scorching the mining suit in a hail of sparks, scorching the outfit and biomass alike - regenerating biomass at equal pace just long enough to play out his gambit.

The faceplate lifted and two tentacles shot out, lined with suction cups like those of an octopod, which grasped at the ceiling and sling-shotted a bulk of half-formed biomass from the helmet.

The husk that remained in the mining suit stepped back into cover to preserve what integrity remained of itself as the projectile form splattered across the ceiling, sticking like meat-web to blind the eyes from above.

Red drippings lowered above the tendrils from the red mycelium that was Mr. Usher, each forming the shapes of an upper humanoid torso—shoulders, head, and arms—to drop head first and tethered by tendrils to the ceiling, each grasping and holding as many of the turrets and droids in place as possible for the others to go on the offence.

"Have at em", one of the dangling figures said, moments before it twisted a head-unit off the body of the hostile accompanied by a sharp crack.

Location: Stronghold one
Objective: disable defenses
Tags: Draven Eterena Imperius Indomitus Liin "Tera" Terallo Razmir Tezhyn Eivii ​

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[Liin "Tera" Terallo]

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It was not until the living statue spoke that I felt compelled to activate my personal shield again. Whilst he ignited his lightsaber. I have rarely been around one before, let alone up close. The humming of the glowing blade was ominius in it's own right. I can only imagine the heat was nearly as much as the lava that flowed outside of where we stood.

And then another blade was ignited. Now it seems as though I am surrounded by Force Wizards of various sorts. That in and of itself made me feel quite inadequate. But I still planned to do my very best. No matter what we will encounter. I owe them that at the very least.

My eyes were then drawn to Mister Usher as he started to open the door. I stepped to the side as the turrets opened fire, hiding myself behind my shield. I had been around weapons testings before, so I was used to the sounds in enclosed areas. Yet this is entirely different. In this instance lives hung in the balance, so that made the sounds even louder. And Mister Usher's biomass was being blown off bit by bit. Still, a large part of it flew towards the ceiling, perhaps aided by the lower gravity. I am uncertain. But what he is doing is working. The turrets remained locked in place, yet still were opening fire.

"Can you clog the turret's barrels some how?" I called out to him. I am not sure of what the Force Wizards will do. Hacking and slashing will certainly help. But I am not about to order them around in a situation that I am not used to being in. For I do not have the expertise. I can only wait until the coast is made clear.

Tags: Eivii Draven Eterena Imperius Indomitus Mr. Usher Razmir Tezhyn

 

[Eivii]

Outfit: Durasteel Armor
Weapons: Slugthrower Rifle | Blaster Pistol

Spoiler: Eivii's Volcanic Expedition Loadout

Environmental Protection:
• Thermal body glove (heat-resistant base layer)
• Armored heat-resistant outerwear (reinforced for high-temperature environments)
• Rebreather mask (filters toxic fumes and provides breathable air)
• Insulated helmet (protects against falling debris and intense heat)

Mobility Enhancements:
• Jetpack (for vertical movement and rapid traversal)
• Repulsor boots (assists in navigating uneven terrain and provides short bursts of lift)

Primary Weapons:
• Blaster rifle (optimized for high-heat operations)
• Dart gun with tranquilizer darts and paralysis darts (for silent takedowns)
• Vibroknife (durable blade for close combat)

Secondary Equipment:
• Blaster pistol (sidearm for quick access)
• Thermal detonators (for breaching and heavy damage)
• Electro-net grenades (to incapacitate droids and enemies)

Survival Gear:
• Cooling unit (regulates body temperature in extreme heat)
• Field medkit (includes bacta patches and burn treatment)
• Comlink with encrypted channels (for secure communication)
• Thermal imaging macrobinoculars (detects heat signatures through smoke and darkness)

Utility Tools:
• Grappling hook (for navigating vertical terrain)
• Portable shield generator (provides temporary protection against energy attacks)
• Multi-scanner (detects environmental hazards and structural weaknesses)
• Motion-detecting sensor beacons (deployed as breadcrumb trail back to the ship)

Stealth Technology:
• Personal stealth field generator (renders the user invisible to visual detection and most sensors)

"This ought to buy some time"**Eivii called out as she rolled an Ion grenade into the room with the opening the meat-freak had created."

She couldn't clearly see if it was purely turrets and scanners or if any biological components were involved due to the the abomination's grappling, but at the very least the ion grenade should disrupt the blaster fire for a bit. She stepped back to the side of the doorway as it detonated and raised her blaster to fire back at the targets held still by 'Mr.' Usher — at least, those that remained once the lightsabers were through with them.

Liin "Tera" Terallo Imperius Indomitus Razmir Tezhyn Draven Eterena Mr. Usher​

 

[Imperius Indomitus]

W A R M A S T E R
INDOMITUS LEGION
Through war, we bring order.
Through strength, we bring unity.

Prologue: Code of the Shroud
The Force is a Chain, Thus I seek Freedom

Makeb | Stronghold One | Inside the Stronghold

The titanic figure of Imperius, statue-like, unyielding like bedrock, immovable it seemed like a mountain - exploded into motion. Less than a heartbeat than Mr. Usher committed to its assault, so did the Imperial. His form almost melted with the shadows, an aftertaste of the retina as he launched himself forward, becoming a mere scheme at the edge of vision for those unaugmented or lacking Force sensitivity.

While the Starweird was drawing most of the fire, some defensive system moved to the new threat, the stream of fire either being blocked by the blade or deflected by the thick armorplates. Imperius blinked away the integrity warning, knowing what the armor will withstand, easily calculating the strength and intensity by their sound, rate of fire and impact on both Usher as well as where they hit walls.

He ran forwards, almost into their center, drawing fire while he gathered, around him, all kinds of debris, wreckage parts and anything else that was not fixated in any way. It started to whirl around his rushing figure, forming several concentric rings around the not so motionless statue. Once they reached a certain speed, they were hurled at the turrets with destructive force and speed, attempting to block, disable or outright destroy the turrets. Meanwhile he stood in their center, his white blade humming as it cut through the air to intercept any dangerous blaster bolts.

Liin "Tera" Terallo | Eivii | Mr. Usher | Draven Eterena | Razmir Tezhyn​

 

[Draven Eterena]

Location: Makeb, Stronghold One
Tags: Eivii Liin "Tera" Terallo Mr. Usher Imperius Indomitus Razmir Tezhyn

Draven wasn't too far behind the titanic form of the Sith when it came to entering into the room after the mining suits trick. A surge of adrenaline hitting him as the door burst open. As he felt genuine excitement the first time during this expedition. Draven enhanced himself just enough to keep track of everything, and hold his pace with the others. Without putting all his chips behind force enhancements.

Mindfully, this meant needing to dodge both the incoming bolts of fire which the hulking figures didn't absorb, and slip out of the arc of a Ion grenade lobbed not too long after they entered into the room. Draven wasn't interested in turning this into a competition. This was a battle and he was solely focused upon being efficient. Since he'd been taking in information about the whereabouts of the forces. Draven instinctively differentiated his path to start dealing with the forces which weren't currently being carved through, immobilized, torn, or tossed about.

Draven instead was taking a more surgical approach to his work. Swift, and focused upon utilizing the least amount of energy for the greatest results. Primarily through thrusts, and slight slashes to critical components and appendages. He knew where to strike his blade to disarm the defenses, and put them out of commission.

He used the force and his lightsaber to occasionally flick aside a stray bolt out of his line while directing it to a harmless area, or when convenient into a member of the opposing force, and mostly just dodged and weaved where necessary.

Draven could easily have attempted to just full fury unleash. Though that would be wasteful and reckless when you already had two members who were much more well armored drawing the brunt of the fire onto themselves, and throwing equal force into. His instincts told him to focus in on the possible shortcomings and dispatch the forces at range to the two main powerhouses in this clash. It certainly helped that there was a storm of debris launched forth in each direction from the Sith. To which Draven also had to be wary to avoid getting slapped by. He was pretty sure he even might have been clipped on his left arm, though he could easily shrug off glancing blows. The few pieces of Debris which hit the ground, Draven was quick to whip back up into the air, and send them towards remnants of the outer forces that managed to evade the initial surge.

When the debris had done it's work. Draven didn't hesitate to pick up the slack with his lightsaber. Slashing off turret barrels, and working from wall to wall. Before working inwards to meet up with the Anomaly and the Sith. Draven noticed some of the heavier forces towards the center were standing near some unstable sections of the floor. So, Draven reached out with the force and focused a surge of energy into the ground, in hopes of enlarging the cracks, to a significant point where one of the two brutish figures could step in and cave the ground beneath the combat models without compromising the entire floor. Should they desire doing so.

 

[Liin "Tera" Terallo]

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There is one word that I can use to describe what it is that I am witnessing within the chamber as I stand to the side of the door. And that word is mayhem. In a flurry of movements; nearly each and every one of them dispatched the turrets from above. Neither had worked with the other until this very moment, and yet here they worked as a team; utilizing their strengths to remove the threat. It was almost mezmerizing to watch; however I understood well enough that this is no game.

Moments later, it finally finished. The sounds from the turrets ceased as they were either completely destroyed or immobilized. It was then that I stepped through the doorway into the chamber. Debris riddled the floor. Cracks marked it as well, and I could even see a bit of a depression in the middle. Even though I do not weigh very much, and even though there is lower gravity here on Makeb, I find myself still sticking towards the walls of the chamber while I make my way through it.

<CLICK>

My foot sank down a little as I seemed to have stepped on a trigger panel of sorts. And in a smooth motion that gave no hint as to the centuries long age of the fortress, the wall slid open silently revealing another chamber.

Cautiously, I peer inside. The chamber felt dead. No flickering lights. No hum of security systems. Just a wide, silent space that drank the sound of my boots as I begin to step across the floor.

My shield remains activated with a soft buzz, wrapping the front of me in a thin field of static light. Everything looks empty. Too empty. There is no rubble, no scorch marks, no droid bodies. Just smooth durasteel, cool air, and the subtle, unnerving cleanliness of a place recently reset.

I move forward cautiously, my heavy skirt armor brushing against my knees. Every step that I take echoes faintly, like the room is holding its breath.

I try to rationalize the feeling sinking into my gut. Perhaps this level has not been touched. Perhaps whatever defense system had once run here was long since deactivated.

But I do not believe that. Not really.

I pause midway through the room. Something was wrong. I cannot quite explain it. Not seen, not heard, but just wrong. This chamber is wrong and deceptive.

The space to my right shimmers, barely perceptible, like heat rising off of stone in the blazing sun. I turn towards it instinctively just as something slashes across my side.

The pain is sharp and surgical. I gasp, my eyes widen while I stumble back a step. Warmth soaks through the fabric beneath my armor. My shield had not even flickered. Whatever hit me went right around it.

My hand presses to my ribs in a bid to stifle the pain. I then bring my hand up and see the darkness upon my palm. Blood. My blood. What did this?

I look around wildly, but there is nothing there. No shape, no outline, just the ripple again. Moving fast.

Past me.

Behind me, I heard the sudden movement of air. Then motion—scraping, a thud, the unmistakable crackle of an impact.

I turn, feeling a little dizzy as I moved too quickly while clutching my side once more. I cannot not see them; only shadows reacting to an invisible force.

A blur crosses my vision - another one, or the same - I cannot tell. But I hear the scuffle. My shield still hums in front of me. Useless. Decorative. Just like me.

"Cloaked sentry droids!!" That must be what they are. That is all that could survive down here, I am sure.

Tags: Eivii Imperius Indomitus Mr. Usher Draven Eterena Razmir Tezhyn