Skirmish The Battle of Genarius - [THR v SC]

[Cerys Dyn]

For just a moment, Cerys felt it. A tug within, as if the very blood in her body began to shift in opposition to her heartbeat. She gasped, and fired at the approaching Sith with more intent.

Fear.

She had been a captive of Darth Anathemous for weeks. She had been hunted by the agents of that same Sith Lord for months. And nothing had caused fear like the feeling of her blood rebelling.

Ducking behind a set of stacked crates, Cerys did what she was now a master of doing. She hid. The Force bent around her in an instant, cloaking her presence in mystery.

She needed a distraction. Her eyes darted about, seeking something...anything...that would suffice.

There.

A series of fuel lines ran over head, not directly above her, but about twenty paces to her right. Her hand extended, she closed her eyes and focused.

They resisted. She grimaced, and extended her reach. And...the broke free. For as long as she dare hold them with her mind, the pipes held their line, spraying fuel like torrential rain over the left most flank of the advancing line of "pirates".

The blaster fire ignited the fuel instantly, setting fire to the ground and air around the troops and following the flow back...towards the fuel line...

A mere heartbeat before the whole hangar exploded, the automatic shut of system stopped the flow, leaving Cerys wide eyed and panting, realising in that moment just how close they had all come to a sudden death.

Balun Dashiell Jorryn Fordyce​

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[Ala Quin]

Her defence was in vain. No Jedi trick in the galaxy could stop a shuttle once it chose the spire as its final destination. Blaster fire she could deflect. A starship-sized battering ram was another matter entirely.

The impact tore through the tower like a shockwave. The whole structure bucked. Ala staggered, spine slamming into the railing behind her as she wrapped both arms around it and held on for dear life.

It bought her only a heartbeat.

A tortured groan vibrated through the metal beneath her boots — an awful, bending screech that sent a hot jolt down her spine. The spire began to tilt, slowly at first, then with gathering momentum, listing toward the residential quarter on the starboard side of the city.

All those people...

Her gaze flicked upward and outward, toward the edge, toward the nothingness above the gas giant’s roiling clouds. "I can do that... yeah... sure, I can..."

Self-deception. The Jedi’s most loyal companion in profoundly stupid moments.

Then the spire gave way.

Ala clamped onto the railing and flung her mind outward. The tower’s base sheared free with a deafening crack that echoed through the entire station. The jagged stump scraped across the dome’s roof, showering sparks in great arcs of light. But it didn’t fall cleanly. Not yet.

The groaning continued, an aching, continental sound, setting teeth on edge across the city.

Slowly, impossibly, the spire drifted sideways across the dome as though guided by some unseen tether. Not lifted…merely nudged. Redirected. Controlled enough to spare the thousands below.

But Ala felt the drain immediately. A cold hollowness creeping up the backs of her arms, her breath hitching as her muscles trembled. She was burning through her reserves, and fast.

Her limit approached like a wall.

When she hit it, she didn’t fight it — she let go.

Gravity seized both her and the spire in the same instant. Ala dropped, boots slamming onto the tilting metal hull as she landed halfway down its length. Momentum pitched her forward into an all-out sprint, the wind cutting past her ears. The spire smashed into the steeper side of the city with a towering explosion of sparks, tearing through the bulkhead before the planet’s pull claimed it fully.

Ala ran harder. Sparks flared around her like shooting stars. With one final burst, she hurled herself off the collapsing structure, clearing the jagged stump of its severed base. Her boots skidded onto the sloped rooftop of the city, catching purchase just in time.

She twisted around.

The spire, once a proud needle piercing the sky, vanished beyond the city’s curve, swallowed whole by the churning violet vastness of the gas giant below.

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SETTING EFFECT: Everyone in the station just heard a very loud, and prolonged screeching sound that echoed throughout the city.​