TAE: Doves Must Fall | Dominion of Tund (AK-32)

[Mythos]

Objective: The Ritual

The blaster bolts that he had taken were not something that would kill him but it was definitely something that would slow him down. He knelt before his comrade as medics rushed to his aid. He was in much worse shape but before Mythos could go and rejoin the battle he needed to make sure that his soldiers were going to make it. The medic assured him that he would be fine now with medical attention and the gungan looked at him with a thankful expression yet the pain did not allow him to talk. He grabbed his weapons and turned back to the battle, he commanded his front line forces to go to the aid of @Kainan Wofle as he heard him over comms. He was going to lead the way until the force shocked him with paralysis to the bone and to one knee. Soldiers just rushed passed him as he began to sense around him for the origin of this mental attack. It was not a mental attack, something was happening here and the force lead the way to its creation, something powerful and most important to Mythos something familiar. He took his lightsaber and headed not for the battle but for the anomaly in question and although it was not close he did sense it strong enough to be able to go after it. He took a combat speeder and raced after this... disturbance but for what he could feel it was not anywhere close.

He punched it for what seemed to be years through mountainous terrain and hills, rivers and valleys until by the side of what looked to be a dead forest he felt it strongest here. It was then he could hear it, the thousands upon thousands of voices chanting in unison a language he knew all to well... it was the language spoken at the day of his new birth. Something nagged at his brain and every sense in his body to not go any further but the force and his fearless attitude granted him the courage to begin walking into the forest of dead trees. Instead of running Mythos began to walk through the trees as he followed the sound of the chanting. The eerie nature of the forest did not unnerve him but the power in which these chanting voices echoed did, it was as if ghosts of chaos had come back to haunt him for his sins but he could not see anything past the deepening fog of the forest.

Deeper he went, deep into the forest

[member="The Mephirium"]

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[Nomkneer]

Objective: B for Barracks
Location: near the cliff within the violent winds of the dessert
post: 1

Nomkneer had arrived a little late to the party, but that meant nothing since they were only half way through their objective. Falling from the sky at increidable speed almost like a bullet after being fired to the sky, he pierced through the winds and sand gusts heading towards the barracks. As the kaleesh got closer and noticed the defense turrets almost blocking out assault he aimed toward them.

"If you wanna do it right do it yourself"

Nomkneer was always one to rush in battle and lead his team personally, he couldnt stand sitting aside and let his men have all the fun and besides having him in the fronts gave the soldiers a boost in moral and energy knowing that he fought beside them.

Landing close to the turrets. a quick hasty sprint and he was at them. Pulling out a t'saber to deflect blaster shots coming from random areas within the rapid sandy winds. Nomkneer planted explosives on the right side turrets one by one creating a link of timed explotions giving an opening for the our men to rush through.

The left turrets were left to be handled by their side as it appears they have it under control. The kaleeshs eyes were bright yellow filling with hatred and insanity flowing in like a river of contaminated water. He was feeling home again.

[member="The Matador"]

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

Post #8​

Attn: [member="Lyra Sarn"] | [member="Mythos"] | [member="Aeron Tosh"] | [member="The Matador"] | [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Vendrick of Amar"]​

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• Objective A
  Valley near Hand of Light compound, Tund

Wolfe turned just as the fallen Jedi Master's emerald-green lightsaber touched his chestplate, rolling with the blow as it burned into his flesh. It was a nasty, painful wound that would leave another scar, but he had narrowly avoided death once more and the scar would just be another one of the hundreds he already had.

He swung the midnight-black blade parallel to his body, in a sweeping Soresu arc that battered the enemy's blade away from him, then pirouetted, extending his left arm and letting loose a telekinetic blast to push his opponent back. All the while, his mind raced in a thousand different directions as he sought some way to counter his deadly foe.

The fallen Jedi seemed to be wise to his tricks, managing to counter each one he had attempted so far. The Lord of Shrouds was running out of options fast and he knew that he could not keep narrowly avoiding the Kel-Dor's lightsaber attacks forever. So he decided to attempt the unthinkable.

So far, he had only employed the most basic of Force attacks against his enemy, hoping he could defeat the general in lightsaber combat. That was about to change. Wolfe extended his senses out and reached into the swirling currents of the Force. An oppressive Darkside aura flared around him as he began gathering his strength, building up for an attack with the most advanced and powerful technique he knew.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective B: Military Barracks
​Post: 06
​Attention: [member="Kiso"] | [member="Kyle Raymus"] | [member="Lord Furiel"]

​Black Squadron wouldn't be here on time, the Infantry Turrets were tearing into the Ancient Eye's forces. Regardless of where Mercenary or Soldier stood, heavy blaster fire rained down on the forces on the field. The Matador slowly edged closer to the railing of the closest turret, holding Ori-buir in hand as he readied to launch upward to the battlements above.

​"Bellators, with me!"

​The Matador called his elite soldiers to arms as he propelled himself upward with the force, scaling the battlements as he landed directly in front of one of the turret placements. The man firing jumped, falling on his back as the Matador's massive chrome form anchored down; towering over him. The Matador growled, crushing the turret with a swipe of his wrist as his eyes lingered on the Mercenary.

​His foot dropped down, crushing the mans chest under the combined weight of the armour and muscle. The Matador moved forward, clashing with a small group of soldiers as they ran to place down another turret. They fumbled for their weapons, giving him a moment to call upon the force; summoning a telekinetic rift that pulled their weapons and turret away from them. He brought Oribuir across his chest, holding the weapon in his left hand as he unleashed a powerful arching strike that cut down all but one.

​Pincer like fingers grappled the man by his face, swinging the body over his head like a ragdoll; throttling the body down below as a mangled mess. The Bellators quickly followed, attacking the Mercenaries on the battlements as the Matador raised Oribuir in both hands, roaring like a malevolent beast. A ​blood curdling battle cry.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: A
​Location: The Valley
​Attention: [member="Kainan Wolfe"] | [member="Lyra Sarn"] | [member="Mythos"] | [member="Aeron Tosh"] | [member="Srina Talon"]

​Immediately as the Lord of the Shrouds began to retaliate, Vendrick dashed backward; pressing the right-most extension of the hilt against his thigh as he freed his left hand, backing away as Kainan pirouetted, keeping his form small and manageable as he side-stepped, curving out the direction in which the man fired off his telekinetic blast.

​With force enhanced speed, the Kel-Dor used the weight of his saber; pulling the edge of the staff that had rested against his hip outward, spinning the staff between his fingers as his body curved to face Kainan from his back as his left hand caught the edge of the staff, brining the blade under his forearm in an outward position as his right rested on the other end, holding the blade like a spear outward from his left.

​He could feel the darkness building within his opponent, the desperation was clear. The Kel-Dor cut down another two of the Shrouded Lords men, turning to him as he swelled with energy; outstretching his right hand as his saber spun and fell into his left hand at his back. The old master reached out, the force plummeting down on Kainan like a well of old water, attempting to dilute his senses; to throw off his using ​Force Slow to drown out Kainan's mental and physical senses, without waiting; the old Rogue lunged at his opponent, using the force to propel himself toward the Shrouded Lord with his staff saber, ready to strike.

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

Post #9​

Attn: [member="Lyra Sarn"] | [member="Mythos"] | [member="Aeron Tosh"] | [member="The Matador"] | [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Vendrick of Amar"]​

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• Objective A
  Valley near Hand of Light compound, Tund

Time slowed as the world around him seemed to move in fast-forward. His enemy charged at him with Force-imbued speed, sabrestaff held like a spear to impale the Lord of Shrouds. Wolfe barely managed to lift his lightsaber, connecting with his enemy's blade and attempting to deflect it out of the way. He felt the searing pain in his side as the enemy's blade pierced his ribs, narrowly missing his heart and lungs, but inflicting a debilitating wound nonetheless.

Wolfe felt the cold breath of death brush against him as he realized that if his opponent got the chance for another attack, he would most likely die, as this wound would incapacitate his ability to fight in mere seconds, due to his lungs' inability to properly draw in air.

As the adrenaline coursed through his veins, the world gained a crystalline-sharp focus and Wolfe gathered his strength for one last attack. He swung the blade of his lightsaber down at his enemy's head in a distraction and twisted, ignoring the blinding pain that this caused him and the worsening of his wound.

Pulling the Darkside energies swirling around him into focus, he bent them to his will, forcing them to coalesce in his free hand in the form of a smoky, immaterial spear. A cold dread emanated from the Darkside-manifested weapon he now held, as if it was shaped out of death itself. Darkshear. It was an old and rare technique and much feared. With one final scream of rage and pain, Wolfe thrust the spear forward, putting all of his remaining strength into the blow, aiming for his enemy's heart.

 

[Aeron Tosh]

Post: 6

Objective: A (Espionage)

Allies: TAE

Aeron, while taking care of some of the enemies' leaders managed to overhear a enemy transmission through his comlink. Aeron was shocked because he knew the enemies communications system was already shut down, but then he realized that it was the specialist agent Sam speaking.

"Smart idea", Aeron thought to himself as he took another sharp glance over to [member="Kainan Wolfe"] getting his butt handed to him by [member="Vendrick of Amar"]

"This is a little ridiculous, I assumed Wolfie would be wiping the floor with this guy but instead he looks like he's on the brink of death. You can never trust these force types to be reliable I swear"

Aeron calmly walked over behind the Jedi - Of course while retaining his perfect disguise and keeping his distance to ensure he wouldn't be seen as suspicious - and proceeded to pull out his blaster.

Pew

One quick, precise shot to the back of the Jedi's knee which will hopefully give the struggling warrior some time to regain his composure.

 

[Kiso]

• Objective B
  Desert Barracks Post #3,[member="The Matador"], [member="Lord Furiel"] npc units Jess(Wolf) and Markus(Dingo)

Before Kiso could even contemplate her next action in taking out the gun emplacements a deafening scream echoed through the empty sand dunes as something fell from the sky, a bomb? No Kiso's cybernetic scanners were not picking anything up, it was, organic, 'what in the heck'. Before long the strange figure was plowing through the turrets emplacements, [member="The Matador"] using the opening to leap over the walls with the force user strike team, tearing the battlement forces to shreds.

While scanning the barracks the res of the TAE troopers had pulled froward, little fire no directed towards then as the mercenaries tried, and failed to contained the two Sith, she wanted to say Sith, and their elite forces, her own personal squad coming to her side. "Well wolf, you did make an opening for them, but who is that new Sith guy? never seen him before"? Markus as peppy as eye looked through his own binoculars observing the very one way fight, "No idea pineapples, but what are your orders, though some may I don't think the regular forces here speak blood curtailing scream, or can leap over walls for that matter".

Kiso glanced at the ongoing battle again, a bit lost at what to do, "For now I don't really see any major threat to deal with, we will let those guys handle things for the time being, as for now get the company to move forward to the walls and ready grappling hooks. Wolf you keep some men behind to take care of wounded and the dead, oh and Dingo, get your security slices and trigger finger ready, your coming with me", a small resounding yes general could be heard as the troopers went to work, soon the entire company rushing forwards to the barracks wall, unopposed.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective B: Military Barracks
​Post: 07
​Attention: [member="Kiso"] | [member="Kyle Raymus"] | [member="Lord Furiel"]

​The Matador leapt down from the battlements, entering the compound as his Bellators followed suit. ​"Through the buildings!" ​The giant barked, through his comlink. Lowering it, the Matador saw a small team of Mercenaries turn a corner. Instead, they were all wearing armour he recognised. Mandalorian armour.

​The group were a total of five, outfitted in full beskar plate. Two blue, one green and a fourth in brown with their largest standing in golden armour ahead of them, carrying what looked like a modified Heavy Repeater, the rifle was nearly as thick as their smallest warriors shoulder width. Both stopped, the Matador standing a head taller than the Seven foot tall Mandalorian. The bestial warrior held Oribuir in both hands, watching as the Mandalorians froze for a moment. ​"Mikel, Joren. Up high!" ​The Golden Mandalorian spoke, as the two blue armoured warriors jetted into the sky above, taking Mandalorian blasters from their belts and beginning to fire as the Golden leader raised his weapon; its multiple barrels beginning to role before the weapon unload on where the Matador stood.

​The brown armoured Mandalorian pulled a Grenade Launcher from their back, moving for a vantage point whilst the green Mandalorian raised a Rifle, firing at the chrome giant. The Matador's immediate instinct was to charge, however as fire from above came upon him; he was forced to retreat momentarily, back-peddling into an alleyway as he anticipated the Brown Mandalorian to be attempting to flank. ​"Watch out Sikia, he's coming your way." ​The Golden Mandalorian announced into his wrist, already rushing towards the alleyway.

​However, the warning came to late as the Mandalorian carrying the grenade launcher turned the corner into the pommel of Oribuir, knocked flat on their chest as the sheer wait of the Matador's movement took her off her feet. The Matador spun Oribuir in his grasp, ready to strike the blade into her stomach when the Golden Mandalorian charged into him, throwing all of his weight into the Matador.

​Yet to no avail other than to recognise the massive weight of the giants armour as he turned, his upper torso moving a few inches in response, finding his footing far quicker than the Golden Warrior as he batted him back with his wrist; quickly thrusting an open palm into the chest of the Mandalorian, knocking the Golden Mandalorian hurdling down the alleyway.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: A
​Location: The Valley
​Attention: [member="Lyra Sarn"] | [member="Kainan Wolfe"] | [member="Aeron Tosh"]

​Vendrick's eyes drew wide with surprise as the spear formed from dark apparition into a solid mass, luckily he had two blades. As Vendrick held his blade at a diagonal, using the muscle of his back to block Kainan's incoming strike; he was barely able to avoid the strike as he simply pushed the staff outward to his left, knocking the spear back.

​However, not quickly enough as it dug into his rib, nearly dodging his heart and cutting through his armpit. Vendrick grunted, wincing in pain as he staggered backward; using a telekinetic blast to knock himself back from the centre mass of the Lord of Shrouds. The old Jedi fell to the ground, noticing a small whirl of smoke escaping from his leg, just under his joint, a small black hole coming out of his knee.

​The old Kel-Dor whimpered as his brow furrowed, pulling a single hand from his waist; fingers tensed as the Jedi turned, facing Aeron. His hand stretched out, releasing a stasis field upon Aeron; causing multiple SR soldiers to freeze on the spot as the Jedi pushed himself to his feet. He knew, he was going to die. But he would not fall so easily.

​"Stand and fight you coward!"

​The old Kel-Dor barked through hazy movement at the Lord of the Shrouds, deflecting blaster bolts from the Lords own men towards him.

 

[Soeht]

A voice asked [member="Mythos"] as he walked toward [member="The Mephirium"]'s ritual. Sound the pierced the chanting of the forest. A breeze followed. The flapping of a cloak could be heard. Another had joined Mythos...

Soeht stood just a few meters behind Mythos.​

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

Post #10​

Attn: [member="Lyra Sarn"] | [member="Mythos"] | [member="Aeron Tosh"] | [member="The Matador"] | [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Vendrick of Amar"]​

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• Objective A
  Valley near Hand of Light compound, Tund

Wolfe let out a silent, mocking bout of laughter as he pushed himself to his feet, the midnight-black blade of his lightsaber dancing through the air in Soresu moves as he deflected the blaster bolts back at the fallen Jedi. "The only coward here is you," he said between heavy breaths. His vision clouded, he was still standing only because of the adrenaline which coursed through his veins and he was running on fumes.

He smiled grimly, pushing the pain to the back of his mind, drawing on the Darkside and willing his body to push through the ordeal, even when it should have failed. Wolfe's iron will was absolute. It never wavered, it never shattered and it had carried him through many impossible situations before. It would have to carry him through this day, too.

He reached out into the Force, seizing the Darkside currents and directing them at his enemy, shaping them into messengers. All of the pain and exhaustion, he transfered into the current, all of his hatred and determination to reshape the galaxy into his image. The Darkside flared around him, grim and cold, like his eyes and a feral grin settled on Wolfe's face.

What radiated towards the Kel-Dor was horror. Fear in its purest form, given purpose and direction by Wolfe's will, a mental attack that targeted his enemy's will. What he projected into it, was an image of his absolute victory over the Hand of Light, over the Jedi Order, over the Kel-Dor himself. He warped and twisted visions of a future where the Darkside ruled absolute, the Light's mere existence forgotten long ago. "Know this, Jedi," he said in a terrifying tone. "Your entire existence has been for nothing. Your insurgency has been for nothing. You will have died here, today, for nothing," Wolfe spoke. Then, with all the strength he had remaining, he flung the spear of darkness at his enemy.

 

[Kalyn Tal'verda]

Post 5
Objective A
Lyra moved outside onto the windy gantry, making her way to the front of the walker. She placed the sniper on the gantry before flicking on the macroscope to get an eye for the situation. It seems that Wolfe had gotten into an engagment with an enemy Jedi. He seemed wounded. Even more disconcerting she saw Wolfe channeling some sort of force magic, it looked like a spear of pure dark energy, nothing she had ever seen before. After throwing it, he looked right about to collapse from exhaustion

"Wolfe you crazy son of a gun." She muttered to her self, flicking on her comms headset "Pilot move us in, keep those jedi off of Lord Wolfe" She commanded.

Even though Wolfe seemed to have the jedi master handled, she wanted to be doubly sure the man was dead, she lined up a shot, and sent a bolt downrange right at the Jedi Masters head. Just to be sure. Lyra then grabbed a descent cable, lowering it down to the ground. Before sliding down the cable she checked her wrist computer, nervously tapping it before proceeding. She had about 5 minutes to get him out of there, and that was optimistic. She used the cable to descend down to the ground. Running over to [member="Kainan Wolfe"]'s location, making sure to blast a few Hand members with her DL-44 while in the process. When she finally made it to Kainan she stopped near him, panting from the near 100 meter sprint she had just had to do.

"Lord Wolfe we have to get out of here we have like 3 minutes before this entire place goes up. I dont know about you but I DO NOT want to be around when it does." She said with heavy breath.

[member="Aeron Tosh"] [member="Vendrick of Amar"]

 

[Kyle Raymus]

• Objective B
• Taking out enemy turrets

​Damn, they are getting desperate down there...
"Begin attack run we don't have any more time!"
The remaining bombers and fighters, 32 ships, began their descent. Like arrows they headed straight for the target, not stopping for annything, the bombers atleast. The fighters zig-zagged between, shooting down anything that got in the way. Soon, the men manning the turrets could hear the vicious howl of the RZ-110s and the dreaded whistle of the RZB-12s. Doom was upon them. 8 bombers survived the run and dropped their proton bombs on the emplacements. The first run was succesfull. Explosions rang out around the area as a good chunk of enemy forces was wiped out. Leveled and turned to dust.

"Alright, loop around and prepare for another run"

The heavier RZB-12s tanked most of the damage thrown at them. However they weren't invincible and needed some time to recharge some of their shielding. The enemy was slowly whittling them down with constant fire despit the massive amount of laser and Ion fire emanating from the bomber turrets. Lasting long enough to take down all of the enemy turrets was essential. However right now, most of the uglies couldn't do much damage to the proton bomb-heavy beasts alone. If the fighters could take them out and stop them from overwhelming the bombers, then not all was lost.

 

[Nomkneer]

Objective: B for Barracks
Location within the barracks
post:2

After the demolition of the turrets dashing toward the nucleus of the barracks, Nomkneer heard blaster shots from far away thanks to the mukashi training. Following the noise led him facing a troop of enemy warriors who were made of nothing but green beans who did not know how to aim right.

"So young rushing toward your death".

The kaleesh flickered his lightsabers and used his dual-wield niman defensive technique to deflect all incoming blastershots. He looked kind of like a disco ball after being hit by a ray of light because of all the shots directed to him being deflected. Most of the soldiers got hit by deflected blasts and the few left alive dropped their weapons and surrendered.

"I will give you a quick death for surrendering and realizing your inability to defeat me.

With one dual swipe of his t'sabers he decapitated them and their bodies dropped simultaneously. Running straight through to the sound of the blaster shots he sensed a dark side energy he hasnt met before but has sensed before, previous battle maybe?
As he used his t'sabers to cut through the wall he saw [member="The Matador"] facing five mandalorians but stayed back to observe his level of power.

[member="Kiso"]

 

[Kiso]

• Objective B
  Desert Barracks Post #3,[member="The Matador"], [member="Lord Furiel"] [member="Kyle Raymus"], npc units Jess(Wolf) and Markus(Dingo)

The TAE ground forces moved with quick sucession along the desert sand, once in a while having to duck behind cover as some mercenaries fired upon them, only to quickly be take out by allied snipers or a Belator as they jumped over the wall. "So pineapples, what our job again, no offense to what you have done but it looks as if mister Sith and Juggernaut could take this fort single-handed", Markus remarked with is ever sassy tone of voice, "Patients Dingo we arn't taking the base, were going to blow it up, something I specialize in and have the know how to do", though Kiso did not know the skills list of Matador or the other Sith, she was confident neither was an explosives expert.

Before the company could move closer the sound of incoming aircraft echoed through the sky, Kio looking up to see several RZ-110s and RZB-12s fly full speed towards the base, the Cyborg general having to shield her eyes from the erupting fire ball as the battlements and any last remaining turrets on the outside where blow up. “Well better late than never, right, all squad prepare grappling hooks”, with a free run to the walls and no current option the TAE troopers went to work getting the harpoon guns, firing the cables into the fortress walls.

“Dingo, I want you to lead some of the troops to the command box, I want full control of this place before we blow It high sky, have other regroup with the Matador just in case, though I doubt he needs the help”. “Everyone else with me, were going to secure the ammo depo, I have a feeling these mercs have some good items to help make this place go bang”. Another resounding yes general echoed through the com channels before the troopers started to make their accent, soon the walls began to swarm with troopers, the TAE officially capturing the outside walls.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective B: Military Barracks
​Post: 08
​Attention: [member="Kiso"] | [member="Kyle Raymus"] | [member="Lord Furiel"]

​The Matador used the force to amplify his speed, well aware that the flying Mandalorians had a limited view of their comrades from within the alley. He could feel it, the burn of their technology as they flew low to offer support; the anxiety in their hearts as no they no doubt heard the commotion of the battle through their radios.

​The Matador turned to the side, facing the alleyway's wall, using the force to pull his weight up the wall; throwing his massive weight above the alleyway's walls, and directly into contact with one of the Mandalorians flying by. Try as they might to move out his way, the massive warriors blade impacted against their chest regardless, the sheer momentum of their own movement and his strength knocking them flying across the opposite rooftop, landing in a crumpled pile. The Matador landed, hunched as the edges of the building crumbled upon the weight of his impact.

​"So, weak." ​The Matador snapped at them, raising Oribuir as he slowly moved towards the recovering Mandalorian. He was goading her brethren, menacingly walking towards her as he suspect her fellow Mandalorians would come to her aid. The first he noticed was the Green Mandalorian burst through a door on the opposite building, where as the other flying Mandalorian launched a rocket from his jetpack. The Matador grappled the rocket with a telekinetic iron grasp, throttling the rocket past himself and into the Green Mandalorian attempting to cross the buildings. "UUUH" ​Came a winded response, the Mandalorian had been caught in the blast mid-momentum and thrown back onto the building they'd jumped from; landing in a searing mess, their armour scorched and one or two limbs missing.

​The Blue Mandalorian that remained in the air seemed caught in shock for but a moment, taking a Vibro-blade from their waist and flying through the air towards the Matador. Below, the ground shook as the Mandalorian with the Grenade launcher fired continuously at the building on which the Matador stood, crumbling it to its foundations as the explosion torn apart the Duracrete construction. The Matador lost his footing, allowing the flying Mandalorian to strike at him freely; cutting through his shoulder blade with his vibro-blade. The Matador growled as they past him, swinging Oribuir with his free hand; catching their jetpack with the plasma of his blade and knocking them from the sky as the building collapsed under his weight.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: A
​Location: The Valley
​Attention: [member="Lyra Sarn"] | [member="Kainan Wolfe"] | [member="Aeron Tosh"]

​Vendrick pushed himself to his feet, feeling the rush of adrenaline lost upon himself; his breaths becoming heavier. Every step felt weighted and painful as the ache in his knee became apparent, his body weakening as he felt the pain of his wounds burning through his body. The Jedi staggered as the Lord of Shrouds spoke, spitting venomous lies to him.

​"That was amazing. Everything you just said...is wrong." ​He felt the darkness, the fear. He felt its morose energy piercing his mind as he shook his head, his saber dropping from his hand as he felt it. It'd been so long since he'd felt it but today, in this moment he did. ​Success. His sacrifice, meant that his Jedi could escape this planet. As much as the Ancient Eye might've believed they had won. It was in fact the opposite. It was today, now that the true fight began. His Jedi would leave, they would survive. That was the only victory that mattered.

​The Jedi Master relinquished his guard, looking at the Lord of Shrouds. ​"All is, as the force wills it."

​His eyes shut, the spear of darkness entering his chest; cutting through robe and flesh for a moment as suddenly Vendrick was no more. Only robes and a broken Saber staff remained, the flesh was gone. He, was gone.

 

[Seras Rose]

Objective D (Hunting Down Any Escape Shuttles)
Post: One
Allies: Astromech Droid, Two Gunners
Location: Piloting The Crescent Eye

Among all the bustle on the field and fighters, one person had been oddly abscent. The Heir of the Ancient Eye who had up to this point been at the head of every battle was found nowhere. Neither on the ground fighting or in the air. Instead she had held back, dropping into the system with everyone else but she had held back. Utizling her ships crystal grav trap fields, she had begun laying out a field across several expected exit points. Just a precaution should there be any stealthed Hand of Light ships that they did not know about. "Grav Field status R9?" She asked and a series of binary beeps and boops followed. "Good. Go ahead and cut it loose and tune the sensors to the ground. We are going hunting." Picking up from the slow speed it had been moving at, the Stealth Freighter kicked up its speed tremendously after the grav trap fields were fully layed out, speeding towards the surface. The controls of the ship went a bit beyond 'hair trigger' with how sensitive they were but this was no surprise considering she was effectively flying a Light Freighter sized interceptor. Through a combination of good personal piloting skill and the force she guided the agile ship down into atmosphere. After doublechecking that all stealth systems were engaged, she pulled up when she reached atmo and started scanning several key areas.

They knew where the main Hand of Light base was, that is not what Seras was worried about. She was worried about secondary sites, hidden launchpads where other Hand of Light members might flee to without their knowledge. Setting up the fields in space had been her first step of security, searching the place herself was the second layer. The field had not detected anything so far and Seras had spotted anything on her own sensors. Slowing the ship down she headed north of the mountains, carefully avoiding the furballs that were going on. There was miles of valley to check and scan, a process that could easily give the terrorists plenty of time to escape before she found them. 'Time to narrow this down.' She thought, Seras relaxing her grip on the controls and closing her right eye. Blackness engulfed her vision and she allowed herself to let go of physical feeling, sinking back into the force. Battle, despair, desperation and fear. But Seras also felt a chord hope. Force Users who were more emotionally invested into the battle might have missed it, but Seras did not. Even amidst the intenense, emotional rage of battle she did not loose herself as Seras focused on that hope she felt. Where... Where... Where.

Opening her eye once again, Seras reaffirmed her grip on the controls and started turning the ship, heading in a new direction. "Set the scanners to full front, sixty five degree angle at the ground." Seras said, heading over the mountain and canyon to another section on the second mountain. She was onto something and she was going to find out what it was before it could get away.

 

[Aeron Tosh]

Post: 7

Objective: A (Espionage)

Allies: TAE

"The jedi threat is gone. Just as we all suspected", Aeron said with an odd aura of certainty in his voice to the rest of the Ancient Eye members on the battlefield

Aeron continued his campaign. Disrupting the enemies back lines, destroying their defenses from within as he's done many times before, but since the death of their pathetic jedi they've started to become increasingly aware of the possibility of a spy hanging among them. More people are turning their backs, everyone's checking to make sure they are who they say they are.

A few even seem hellbent on finding whoever was the cause of the Jedi's demise but none of that will matter because in just a few minutes the whole compound's going to look like we just dropped a nuclear bomb on it.