Skirmish The Battle of Genarius - [THR v SC]

[Arris Windrun]

Tags: Lily Decoria | Tansu Treicolt
Gear: Down & Out

Arris had lit and been smoking a cigarette when Lily stepped in with her ignited blade. However, the Jedi's instincts were correct - she was a troublemaker... but that armor? Upon closer inspection, the Echani would notice all that metal's true form was a whole host of cybernetics, not armor. All the cyborg had on otherwise was an acquired leather jacket, a cropped muscle shirt, and black spacer slacks.

"Best you take those here with you and leave. This is not a fight you and your Sith friends can win."

She eyed Lily mid-drag, then knelt over and put the rest of her cigarette out on the bottom of her metal foot, before flicking what was left off the ledge.

"Yeah..." Arris took a deep breath and placed a hand on each hip, just above holsters weighed down by her revolvers.

The cyborg turned with her back to Lily and looked down over the railing at the storm clouds below. She leaned a little further just as a hand wrapped around the grip of her weapon.

"How far do you think I can fall?"

Her hand twisted the holster backwards, pointing the barrel where Lily was. A fan would recognize this as one of her signature trick shots, though Arris suspected Lily had no idea who she was. There was only a split second between the holster's movement and the roar as she fired without pulling the trigger. Rushing towards Lily was a single, solid slug.

 

[Sven Halestorm]

KINDNESS IS BLIND

Tags: Drystan Creed​

The crash site burned in fractured rhythms, pockets of fire hissing, beams groaning under their own warped weight, sparks skipping like fireflies through the settling smoke. Sven stepped through it all with measured calm, the hem of his robe brushing aside dust as he approached the armored figure who had announced himself with casual insolence.

He had sensed Drystan long before the words or the spit hit the ground. A presence frayed at the edges, coiled tight with something old, familiar, and dangerously unresolved. But Sven also felt the cluster of minds beneath the rubble behind him.

Not innocents.

Not victims of chance.

Mercenaries. Armed. Intent clear as the heat radiating from the fires.

He exhaled once, the kind of slow breath that grounded him in the Force before anything else.

Drystan spat his final threat. Sven blinked at him, mildly, as though the insult were nothing more than unexpected weather.

“Well,” he offered in an almost conversational tone, “that’s one way to open a discussion.”

His saber ignited with a soft snap-hiss, its blue glow casting long arcs of light over the debris, not raised in challenge, but angled toward the ground, illuminating what little hope of escape the mercenaries still had beneath the collapsing metal.

Sven’s gaze, calm and precise, drifted past Drystan to the trapped figures.

“You’re asking for help to extract a group that is intent on causing harm,” he said quietly, his wit tempered now by something firmer, an unwavering moral line. “Not the easiest request to frame politely, I imagine.”

A faint, wry tug pulled at the corner of his mustache.

“Especially with all the ‘smoke you like a deathstick’ theatrics.”

He stepped forward, not in aggression but with a deliberate steadiness that made the distance between them matter.

“Understand this,” Sven continued, tone lowering without losing its composure. “I’m not here to fight you. But I’m also not in the business of freeing dangerous men so they can inflict harm.”

His free hand lifted slightly, palm angled toward the rubble.

“I can keep them alive. I can stabilize the structure. But they will remain restrained, and they will be held fairly.”

He met Drystan’s visor squarely, unwavering.

“If that’s a problem for you… then we may have a different conversation ahead of us.”

Smoke drifted. Fire cracked. The Force hummed.

“But if you’re sincere,” Sven added, voice softening just enough to offer a path forward, “we can extract them together. Safely. Without adding more bodies to the ground.”

He gestured with a small tilt of the chin, inviting Drystan to decide.

“Now then… shall we lift?”​

 

[Balun Dashiell]

The Battle of Genarius
Light Side Objective: Defend Edic Bar Spaceport
Location: Port Authority District, Open Streets
Inventory: Spacer Apparel, Lightsaber, K-16 Bryar Pistol
Tags: Cerys Dyn , Ala Quin & Jorryn Fordyce

Reaching an intersection in the Port Authority District street, Balun hurriedly rounded a corner as blasterfire pelted the edge of the industrial warehouse he now used for cover. The squad of security guardsmen had all taken flight down the right-hand path towards the Spaceport, which now came into view while he picked up the pace, given the brief reprieve from the onslaught.

The sounds of heavy fighting were an affront to his ears, alarmingly in all directions. He had left the lightsaber-wielding Jorryn Fordyce and her accompanying dark troopers to advance, but it would be mere moments before they were back on his tail once more. The battle for the Spaceport lay ahead of him, conscious of not only Cerys Dyn 's presence there but also the possibility of civilians seeking an evacuation from the madness that had engulfed them. Time was not a friend to any of them, not when the frenzied seconds held the possibility of death in the smallest decisions, reactions or impulses. Often, for Non-Force Users, surviving a battle came down to panicked choices and a stroke of luck.

The Force, however, was by his side and against his desire to stand and fight the Darksider behind him, it mattered more to preserve life than to take it. Balun wasn't as dogged as some to not see the difference. While he still had breath to draw, he committed himself to the defence of others. If his pursuers continued to chase his shadow, then they would have to force his hand with his back to the lives of good people. This was the difference between the Jedi he sought to be and those who went looking for bloodshed.

The local guard reached the entrance to the Port before Balun as blasterfire whipped past him, the rush of heat and air forcing him once more to turn and put his back to the spaceport and once again raise his copper blade as the Dark Troopers lay in sight before him, moving down either side of the street connecting to the frontside of the Spaceport.

"Form up and defend the Port!" Balun demanded of the local squad, "Suppressing fire!!" He added, knowing he still had some feet yet between himself and the safety of the Port Entrance.

"Port's compromised, hostile contact!" one of the men shouted back as he frantically moved to duck behind stacked cargo crates, watching the scene unfold as Cerys Dyn and other Republic Forces fought to keep the Port from being overwhelmed.

"Friendlies! Hold your fire!!" the woman among the security squad screamed, trying to avoid getting shot as they rushed in and moved forward to take position, three covering the rear and three covering the inner freight dock. The Sith-Imperial Troops noticed the arrivals, turning to split their attention in a bid to keep them pegged from advancing further into the yard. The cover of smoke, smouldering debris, and still-raging fire obscured their line of sight and threatened to sting their eyes, but it also meant the invaders were suffering a similar drawback.

"Join the others!", Balun near shrieked as he stumbled behind the corner of the entrance, showered in a rain of heated plasma bolts as they sank deep into anything solid, melted metal and durocrete spraying shrapnel in response, "Take up positions by our boys, don't let up. Slow their advance!" he ordered as he looked across the urban battlefield and spotted an all too familiar Togruta struggling to hold them off.

'Cerys'.

With his lightsaber in his right hand, his blaster in his left, he rushed forward. He broke cover and darted across fallen cargo and maintenance equipment in a bid to get to her side. Immediately, she had become his priority and yet also his weakness as he opened himself up to the assailing fire of Imperial Blaster rifles. The force guided his swordhand, yet he had to move quickly to weave around debris and port equipment.

"Cerys! Move!!" he demanded as he neared her, not planning on slowing just so he could catch a bolt to the chest. If she didn't react as he wished, he would have to grab her and pull her down behind cover with him.

Jedi Master: Ala Quin
Major Faction: The High Republic
Sub-Faction: Jhaessa Prime
Conglomerate: Dashiell Incorporated™
Subsidiary Company: Dashiell Retrofit™​

"Speech"
'Thought'​

 

[Jorryn Fordyce]

// Lady Jorryn Fordyce //
// Objective // Sink this City //
// Focus // Balun Dashiell // Cerys Dyn //

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The flames behind Jorryn only grew brighter as it separated her from the troopers behind her. It didn't matter, as long as they continued their march towards the heart of the port then the riffraff could be dealt with separately. The cloaked figure needed to be dealt with before she caused any more disruptions to the advance, so the heels of the Echani's boots picked up their pace as the blade returned to her fingers.

The officers of the port had successfully found a defensive position, though it was a surety that the Sith would overrun it in time. All that mattered was that the station fell before Republic reinforcements arrived.

The raucous sound of screeching metal filled the air, a look of discomfort spread upon the Echani's features as it thrummed against her ears and the source caught her eyes. One of the pillars of the station fell from the sky, parting the clouds as it fell into the sea below like a kinetic missile.

Someone was doing their job.

Her gaze was forced back to Cerys Dyn as the Jedi sent a crate hurtling towards her with the force, only to be met with the maroon beam of Jorryn's lightsabers. Sparks and ember flew past the former Lord Inquisitor's gaze as the crate parted, brushing softly against her cheeks as the features that marked her as Sith illuminated.

The fiery orbs caught sight of a secondary target, however, the copper blade wielding Jedi had broken away from starport security to make a break towards the other Jedi.

Cerys.

The name would stick in her mind, even as she moved to prevent them from joining one another. A hand waved in front of her, moving a larger crate to separate the pair from each other. Not that she doubted her ability to fight two Jedi at once, but dealing with them one at a time sounded so much simpler.

As the crate broke against the wall, Jorryn decided to chase after the cloaked figure that had begun to flea. Presumably she had sought a simple distraction before fleeing. All the better if she wasn't a warrior. And so the gap would close all the more, an attempt to gain ground towards Cerys faster than the brunette did.

 

[Zefgahld Qojex]

Weapons: SSK-7 heavy blaster pistol and an E-11 blaster rifle. ADDITIONAL: Looted curved-hilt silver lightsaber.

Equipment: https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Xcalq-3GA_portable_computer

Objective: Sorosuub Research Center Blueprints/Schematics

Zefgahld didn't notice the youth a good block and a half away take sight of her as she turned to vanish into the final shadow-strewn alleyway between her and her objective, a further block away and to the left. The dyed-and-disguised Amaran shifted beneath awnings, behind another corner, kicked a lone Dug mercenary in the chin and left her unconscious where she lay at the edge of an alley, and, at last, came to the street on the opposite side from the local Sorosuub laboratory. Zefgahld sighed, slinging her E-11 into a holster across her lanky stomach as she took a moment to survey the situation, her light armor and urban camo, still gore-spattered, shifting over her underlying dyed fur uncomfortably, the moisture still warm.

The building was surprisingly simple compared to other such facilities that she had encountered over her few years, and a distinctly Sullustan design that she recognized both from a few business trips to Sullust with her adopted father Ghacin (a Sullustan diplomat) and from history that she had learned: it was a stark black box that was situated in the heart of the orbital platform; for some reason matching classic Sullustan design rather than conforming to the surrounding local architecture - it was a dark gray simple box, short and stubby even compared to the short local buildings, a seamstress' business and a brewery, on either side of it. Certainly, it was quite the strange place to put an engineering laboratory! The building's built-in little warehouse had had its door raised, and even despite the battle raging all around, the company's remaining security forces (only a few remained - presumably many had fled) and several engineers were left. Even as the Amaran watched, a hoversled being pulled by a teal, worn and faded flash speeder with a rather fat, grumpy-looking Sullustan in yellow whirred out of the open warehouse; the rotund man cursing at the security team to hurry up as his speeder turned out and vanished around a corner, presumably - bravely - heading towards the local spaceport to flee.

Thinking back over her plans to consider, she decided on a direct approach, mixed with a little bit of honesty, to boot!

The Amaran yelled hysterically, flailing her limbs as she charged straight through the front door of the warehouse with little care for decorum.

"BARADIUM CHARGES!! THE INVADERS ARE ON THIER WAY WITH BARADIUM CHARGES!! MERCENARIES OF THE SITH!! RUUUUN!!"

Three Sullustan guards, in a state of anxiety already, shifted, then the largest huffed, his features shifting into a snarl of defiance, as luck would have it, did the exact opposite of peeing his pants and fleeing in fear for his life. The immensely fat, short, yet hulking Sullustan turned to the two younger officers under his employ and growled out a command in a hoarse voice, "The Jedi need aid against the invaders!! The Professor can retrieve the remainder of the warehouse's data on his own! He knows where to rendezvous with everyone else; he'll be fine!"

He raised his blaster rifle to fire an orange bolt up into the warehouse's oddly-short ceiling, even as the younger male and female, looking reluctant and terrified, followed after the roaring, bloodthirsty guard as he charged out of the warehouse, intent of harming as many of the mercenaries and Sith at they possibly could, apparently!

Zef hoped that they would survive! They were, in a sense, her distant adopted "relatives" after all.

With nothing left to lose, the Amaran charged into the building's restricted area, intent of finding where the Professor was - he would know where access to the needed information was.

She only hoped that she wasn't too late!

Kharis Larsen Caden Larsen Kas Larsen

 

[Blade Ice]

Theme: Lick the Pavement
Location: Edic Bar, Genarius
Tags: Hwo

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Blade looked two the two sabers in his right hand as the Jedi Hwo asked him to hand them over. They both knew that wasn't going to happen, the old jedi code forbid attachments but just like the sith both held an attachment to their little laser swords. The jedi would not just willingly hand over their lightsaber and neither would Blade.

His orange eyes looked over the Jedi master for a moment before meeting the man eye to eye locking a stare. "Those soldiers, the jedi here. What you and these soldiers defend is not a city, it's a corporate gas holding. It makes a few administrative windbags and politicians rich. They can shut this holding down tomorrow displacing the people and soldiers, and you jedi won't lift a finger and interfere."

His left hand gripped the spherical object in his pocket flipping a switch on its side as he stared down the jedi. "Yet pirates and sith come, you are always here to save the damn day. It could have been so easy, you stay out of the way. The city surrenders and no lives get taken. But you have to save those corporate interests don't ya."

He smirked at the twisted logic of it, it wasn't that Blade thought he was some savior or hero. No, he didn't care what people thought of him, never had. He would fight sith as well as Jedi if it stood against what he believed.

With that his left hand lifted from his pocket in a quick flick of the wrist and what looked like Thermal detonator went flying towards the jedi. It was only a casing of a thermal detonator it was actually just a smoke that on impact would release a large amount of black smoke to obscure vision.

Then he shifted one of the lightsabers to his now free left hand. He then ignited both of his sabers into a snap-hiss. The one in his right hand Orange just like the his fiery eyes, The one in his left hand was an icey blue color. Abnormal for a Sith but red just wasn't his color. He then charge forward as the smoke filled the air. The left saber held back defensively while the right orange one struck out from left to right for the mid-section of the jedi.

 

[Genesis Draykin]

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Theme: Bad Moon
Equipment: [X]
Location: Edic Bar, Genarius
Tag: Connel Vanagor

As she held her vibrosword and side arm she took a heavy sigh of relief as the impact from the explosive shot seemed to knock the target off course. The black dot that was a man seemed to go tumbling to the ground at great speed away from her perch. She took a few heavy breaths as she watched the body fall behind some crates or debris a little way off.

She then took one quick glance back up at the sky, to make sure whoever it was didn't have any friends come. "Odd." She spoke aloud to herself, usually they came in teams, but this was just one person. She slowly put her sword and side arm away thinking that would be the end of it.

Shen swung her rifle back around and turned to go back to where she was going to sit and wait for her targets. In all the excitement she hadn't noticed that the communications tower had been ripped from the platform. "Frak!!" In a panick she lifted her rifle back to her shoulder and pressed her eye to the scope.

She frantically scanned to see if she could find any of her targets moving for the evac zones they would most likely head for. The glint of the scope flickered as it turned towards one of the evac zones. As soon as it did, a shot rang out slamming into the rifle. The shot slammed into the rifle ripping it out of Gen's hand and knocking her back.

The gun shattered as the heavy lightsaber shot hit. Gen herself went tumbling back over the edge of her perch. She found herself flying over the edge and the ground coming up fast as her back slammed hard into the duracrete below. The wind gust out of her lungs on impact but thankfully her armor managed to protect her from any major damage.

She coughed trying to catch her breath…what the hell was that she thought as she looked up at where she had once been. It happened so quickly all she saw and felt was something impacting her rifle and shattered it. "ugh…" she lifted left arm up and looked at the omnilink on her armor before punching in a number code into it. "Time to call the Calvary." The word Calvary triggered a sequence as some drones on a cargo ship she had stowed away sprang to life. It would take them time to get to here hopefully she could survive, she thought as she pushed herself back to her feet looking cautiously around. She couldn't sense who ever it was with the force but all her other sense's were heightened so used them trying to figure out where whatever or whomever was hunting her was hiding.

 

[Tamsin Starfall]

Theme: And so it Begins
Equipment: Twin Omens | Black Robes | D-10 | Multi-Tool | Stars Enchained | Mind Crown
Location: Edic Bar, Genarius
Tags: Ala Quin

Our Enemy those words rang over and over in Tamsin's head after the demon had spoken them to her. It triggered a memory for a split second of another domed city and of an old friend Liin Terallo . That night her sister had abandoned her to run off with unknown woman, or at least unknown to Tamsin but the demon had known whom the woman was.

The memory triggered and as the jedi came rushing towards her familiarity set in. The Demon's enemy and her sister's former lover. The name the demon had spoken on Echnos when it made a deal with Kaila rolled off Tamsin's tongue in a whisper. "Ala Quin." A jedi that her sister had wanted to keep hidden from prying eyes of other sith.

"Get down!"

The words were just mouth movements in the wind, Tamsin hadn't even realized she was on the dome. How did she even get here, she thought as she now noticed her surroundings? She had thought she was on the ground beneath the Jedi looking up. Though it wasn't first time she had blacked out had the demon taken over.

She did not move though she could not, her legs were locked in place as she looked out towards the jedi. She just stared at the jedi, as she noticed in her right hand she was gripping her saber now. Then it ignited with violent violet snap-hiss.

The demon sent a telepathic message to Ala Quinn.

"Hello old friend!"

The Demon then launched Tamsin's body forward at great speed with the force. The violet saber in the right hand coming straight for Ala's left side as she ran towards her swing from right to left.

 

[Mykel Dawson]

Godly speed carried him to his target in short time, the Sith's trail marked by the invisible but malevolent taint left in the wake of prosecuting their grim mission. However, as he came within physical view of the Sith, he found the enemy already engaged by other Jedi even quicker to respond.

He slowed to a pause some distance away within the corridor, carefully taking stock of the situation without drawing his weapon.

Ahead of the Sith was a Jedi whom Mykel didn't recognize, but at his rear was one of the former paragons of the New Jedi Order, Master Si. He didn't verbally announce himself to either Jedi so as to not break their concentration, but in the Force they would be able to feel the Consular brimming with Ashla's light, their resolve in turn reinforced.

However, against his chest, Cora's talisman quavered louder still in proximity to the Sith.

He didn't understand why the circlet of metal now vibrated with such discord, but he took it as a sign not to take the Sith before him lightly, even whilst they stood outnumbered with a Jedi Master at their neck no less. The Dark Side was potent as it was corrupting.

For the moment, the technopath took on a supporting role as he continued his cautious assessment, the audible cry of whirring gears ringing up and down the corridor as he initiated a localized lockdown with a mental command.

<Hecate, keep lookout for reinforcements, and a tab on the other infiltrators moving through the restricted areas.>

Everything just felt too convenient at the moment. Perhaps providence favored the Jedi present this day, but he remained restless.

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Jonyna Si Shade Lysander von Ascania Varin Mortifer Naniti​

 

[Hwo]

Location: Edic Bar
Tags: Blade Ice

There was little use arguing with the Sith. Hwo could not even disagree with some of his points. But the fact of the matter at hand was that the Sith and pirates had invaded, and they had not hesitated for a single moment before the killing, looting, and destruction began. Hypotheticals of what corporate executives and spoiled royals may do absent this invasion mattered not today.

With the speed of a Voxyn, Blade Ice finally withdrew the hidden object from his pocket and hurled it toward him. Thermal detonator! Hwo reflexively attempted to push the device aside while bracing for impact from the inevitable explosion. But the explosion never came. Instead, a thick, black smoke filled the air around him, obscuring his line of sight. Sith trickery.

Still, a skilled warrior — especially a Jedi — uses more than his eyes to see his opponent. The familiar snap-hiss was audible and unmistakable, as was the change in the air, the change in the Force energy around him, that accompanied the sound. Hwo readied himself. Then through the smokescreen came two glowing blades, the orange slicing at him while the blue remained behind.

Hwo had no time to consider the oddity of his attacker’s chosen crystals, instead focused only on bringing his own green plasma blade to meet the one aimed at his body. With a strong two handed grip, he held firm, letting the lightsabers clash in a shower of sparks, pressing his own forward to counter the Sith’s incoming momentum.

Any chance of a negotiated surrender was now off the table.

 

[Rath Nihro]

S H E L T E R

Armor: Sasori Ranger’s Armor
Weapons: Dawn | Shroudsaber | Ace of Spades
Tag: [Open]

Smoke and ash were all Rath could see through the visor. The Evacuations were proceeding without much delay, but he noted that they were still missing more than a handful of civilians. It was likely they faced interference of some kind, whether they were Sith, or pirates. Rath couldn’t say for certain without investigating it himself.

Still, as unfortunate as it was, they couldn’t save everyone. They could only save as many as they realistically could, and yet Rath couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more to the invasion than merely destroying the facility.

”Why the long face? The evacuation is proceeding like it should.” A feminine voice, cold as the Hoth’s frigid winds, spoke to him as they stood guard over the evacuation point. The polluted breeze tugged at her dark hair as her robes shifted. Shuttles continued to stay primed and ready for takeoff at any moment as scores of people poured from the entrance and onto the landing pads. Rath didn’t spare much of a glance in her direction.

”That’s the problem. It means that they’re after something else entirely.” He stated, his mind pondering as to what their goal truly was. If it were simply to destroy the facility, then surely they could’ve done it with an orbital strike? Of course, with pirates, it was easy to conclude loot, and yet what of the Sith? Their presence couldn’t have been more than a coincidence, Rath felt.

He felt their life before the heavy blast doors swung open to reveal a platoon of Covenant soldiers, their blasters trained upon them without so much as a word. Katrina instinctively reached for her lightsaber, but Rath raised his hand. A telekinetic force that ripped the platoon from their feet towards the pair as stray bolts of plasma whistled past them. More than half of the men were thrown off the landing pads and into the gas planet below them. The rest who managed to hit the solid ground weren’t given much of a recovery as Rath’s movements were practically a blur as he used Force Speed to rush the scattered Covenant.

Blade of Midnight sparked to life like streaks of silvery tears as he punctured their armour with precision thrusts and cuts. Their life ended in a fleeting moment, and all the while, Katrina grew flustered.

”You still haven’t learnt an ounce of restraint.” She remarked bitterly as her stance began to relax, but her hand still rested upon the saber clipped to her hip. Rath switched off his shroudsaber before he started to pick the soldier’s ordinances from the bodies. His hands moved with practised precision as he sought to secure the Covenant’s communication device.

”If you think sweet-talking these people would go your way at blaster point, then you’d be sacrificing the people behind you. They didn’t come here to negotiate; they came to kill and pillage.” Rath never heeded the Jedi Code, but neither did he heed the Sith’s. Still, in the moment where the soldiers were vulnerable, that was where Katrina drew the line. But that argument had been placed on hold as she guarded her tongue for the time being. Rath sighed as he began to turn on his heel to face the Jedi and the evacuated civilians.

”Go and tell them to take off. I’ll make my way over to the next evacuation point and assist them.” There wasn’t much room to argue as Rath placed fragmentation mines underneath the Covenant bodies in case there were any looters, and he made sure to rig the door with explosives in the event it’d open next time. The Jedi solemnly nodded her head before she turned on her heel and rushed to the shuttles. Rath could hear over the intercoms within his helmet, buzzing about Evacuation Point Charlie returning to the nest.

From there, Rath would turn his attention to navigate through the city once more as he headed towards the next evacuation point.

 

[Connel Vanagor]

TEMPESTS, SLUGS, AND FIRE
GENARIUS
EDIC BAR

Omega Squad Every Day Gear Locations

• Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel, Raguel
  [Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]
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  • Gear/Armor
    • Mask
    • Right Gauntlet
    • Left Gauntlet
  • Nano-Tech Armor (For Emergencies)
  • Headset Microphone Comm-Link
  • Mobile "Bodycam" Datapad
  • Lightblaster
  • Shortsabers (“Night” and “Day”)
  • Throwing Lightknives
  • Force Blinding Flashbangs
  SURGICAL - CRYBERNETIC IMPLANTS
  
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  • Bonemer enhancements to strengthen structure of the body
  • Muscle enhancements.
  • Hemo enhancements for blood flow
  • Hawkeye implants for eyes
  • Advanced Medical Implant
  • Scentzy
  • Injected Nanotech upgrades
  
  
  
• Shadow Sanctuary - Enterprise

Booyeah…

The shot was better than he thought it would be, it took whoever this was out from their perch. If they were capable of sending that magic missile, or spell, or whatever it was to him, and that good a shot, this individual would have survived the fall. So there was little time to confirm and ensure that they were out of the fight. He quickly reloaded, keeping his aim steady as he scanned the area for any signs of movement. The air was still, but he knew better than to assume the fight was over. Every second counted, and he couldn't afford to let his guard down now.

Holstering the weapon, and relying on his training, the individual, if not bolting from the area, no doubt knew he was there, so he could not rely on the Force so he relied on his training, and his cybernetics. They would have to rely on something else to find him, so it was a game of “hide and seek” now.

Come out, come out wherever you are…

As he moved, falling back on his Special Forces skills, Connel moved slowly through the alleys, and stayed against the walls, looking, searching, and waiting. Leveling his Lightcarbine, Connel just slowly moved. If someone was lucky enough to have the drop on him, his weapon had a hair trigger. It was non-lethal, unless he set it to full power (which was a waste of effort, energy and inefficient time), but it still packed a punch.

TAGS • ARE • Genesis Draykin
Personal Effects - Omega Squad Loadouts​

 

[Kas Larsen]

Kas Larsen

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"I'm a Jedi Sentinel, using everything in my arsenal to keep the peace."

TAGS: Zefgahld Qojex
EQUIPMENT: Kas' Gear | Echo Stone
CURRENT LOCATION: Genarius | Edic Bar | Streets
OBJECTIVE: Follow the Suspect | Scout the Laboratory | Evacuate all Civilians

The streets were left with blaster fire markings, corpses of all sides laid in piles, survivors escorting those wounded off to safety. The young man, Kas, was jogging quickly through the streets, Lightsabers ignited still the short and standard blades from both hilts glowing in the darkness. Acting as beacons of light making his way through the alleyways and streets, cutting through enemy forces and supporting what remaining allied defence forces. Keeping his commlink active and linked with Caden and Kharis as Kas was progressing through the streets to locate the Sorosuub Research Centre.

"I'm clearing the streets and heading to the Research Centre. There's a number of wounded here. Defence forces will need help."

Communications being transmitted from Kas' commlink device through to Caden and Kharis, informing them that their attention, efforts and time were needed elsewhere from the Hangar Bay in the Docks of Edic Bar city. A new objective was on Kas' mind when he wanted to track down the suspicious figure that headed through the alleyways within the streets. Any enemy forces would attempt to infiltrate the Labs nearby and that wouldn't be good. Possible confidential and secret projects being produced inside the centre if anything falls into the wrong hands this can lead to long-term impacts. Time to make haste and act swiftly.

"I'm chasing up something or someone suspicious. They might be heading to the Research Centre, the labs. We need to secure the resources there, can't fall into enemy hands. You can regroup on me when enemy forces are repelled, stay safe."

After running through the streets and coming up to the entrance of Sorosuub Research Centre there were Sullustan guards making their way to help with defending invaded areas. Coming to a stop in his journey to the centre Kas briefly communicated with the Sullustan guards where they can meet up with Caden and Kharis while other Security Defence forces were rallying together to hold defensive lines. Once that had been sorted out, Kas double-timed it to head inside of the Research Centre. Trying to make-up for lost time and being informed another was here not too far ahead of him that must have went into the Restricted Area Zone.

"Cade, Kharis, there are Sullustan guards enroute to help with resecuring various areas in the alleyways and streets. They'll be aware of you to making your way to them with reinforcements. I'm headed inside of the Research Centre, Kas out."

 

[Caden Larsen]

Caden Larsen

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"I'm a Jedi Consular, study and use the Force to defend and protect others."

TAGS: Zefgahld Qojex
FURTHER INFO: BIO
CURRENT LOCATION: Genarius | Edic Bar | Hangar Bay
OBJECTIVE: Clear the Streets | Secure Defences | Regroup with Kas

The effort and time spent to clear, secure the Hangar Bay and its command station was well spent for the time being. Both Caden and Kharis had managed to save a number of civilians' lives, get them evacuated to safe zones, all while securing transportation too. The wounded were treated and when given the all clear to be medically evacuated as reinforcements quickly arrived to take as many injured as possible while those capable of fighting to defend what grounds were secured. Caden done his best to use what medical equipment and resources were available in conjunction of working with the Edic Bar medics available.

"We're getting there with evacuating most of the wounded, Kharis. Looks like we've secured the Hangar Bay and the command station hopefully more reinforcements will find it easier and safe to get here."

After receiving further communications from Kas about a possible suspicious activity being noticed while he was scouting the alleyways and streets of Edic Bar. Remaining defence teams were informed by Kharis that they were to remain here and only leave if it the safe zones they reclaimed became code-red meaning retreat and evacuate everyone to fall-back areas. The guards and officers nodded their heads to Kharis all while Caden was gathering himself and equipment bracing himself for further combat. The two Jedi Padawan Learners would remain a duo and began to make their way to the streets.

"Copy Kas we're on our way to the streets now, keep us posted, Cade out."

Responding to the transmission of his older brother, Kas, the next set of moves were clear, move out and secure safe zones within the streets of Edic Bar city. Possibly also regroup with Kas to follow-up in the suspicions reported in surrounding the Research Centre it remains on his mind. Accompanying his sister, Kharis, he jogged out of the command station to head for the streets being informed there were guards from the Research Centre joining the defences throughout the alleyways and streets. New objectives were now on the horizon but mixed in with the top priority - defend, protect and save any civilians from the attacks.

"On you Kharis, I'm ready."

 

[Kharis Larsen]

Kharis Larsen

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"I'm a Jedi Guardian, my lightsaber is an extension and it will serve to protect."

TAGS: Zefgahld Qojex
FURTHER INFO: BIO
CURRENT LOCATION: Genarius | Edic Bar | Hangar Bay
OBJECTIVE: Clear the Streets | Secure Defences | Regroup with Kas

Fighting defensively alongside the allied security defence teams available that rallied up with Caden and Kharis, the beams of her Saberstaff hilt the Lightsaber Kharis continued to utilise. Blaster fire being deflected and redirected while she applied her combat training in Form I; Shii-Cho and Form III; Soresu all while the allied teams were returning counter offences to push back enemy forces. Cutting down Imperial Troopers and Sith Acolytes that were opposing the Jedi, Republic and Allied forces here. Once the dust had settled Kharis took time to check on the Officers and Soldiers statuses and her younger brother Caden.

"Good, glad we're getting the wounded out of here along with those who aren't fighters or soldiers. Mind you believe some of the civilians want to fight back. Let's catch a breather before we push up, Cade."

Silence filled the Hangar Bay's command station just the voices and equipment noises being heard now. Everyone was taking what few moments of rest after securing safe areas within the Hangar Bay. A beeping from her commlink sounded off and it was Kharis' twin brother, Kas, dispatching intel about his scouting within the streets. Once cleared, she was gathering herself to ready up for taking focus in clearing the streets and supporting the Edic Bar defence forces to repel the invaders getting further into the city. When the Research Centre had been mentioned by Khas it left some troubled thoughts on Kharis' mind making her act with haste.

"We hear you Kas, we're making our to the streets now, see if we can rally up the Edic Bar defence forces and secure more safe zones to link-up with what grounds we gained to the Hangar Bay. Kharis out."

Not wasting any more time, Kharis with Caden made their way from the Hangar Bay into the streets thankfully it was not too hectic as Kas had cleared most of the enemy forces that were swarming the alleyways and streets. Even some of the city security defence forces had managed to secure some grounds. The duo went in to engage and support the Officers and Soldiers who were holding the line to the best of their abilities. Green and blue beams from their Lightsaber hilts appeared once more to defend and counter-attack remaining enemy forces; Imperial Troops and Sith Acolytes. Cutting them down as Edic Bar defence forces engaged.

"We've got work to do here now, Cade, make sure we get any civilians evacuated when opportunities come up. I'll handle defences with the Edic Bar security corp squads."

Holding the line of defence with Caden and the Edic Bar defence forces available to support, her Lightsaber blades blocking and deflecting blaster fire alongside bladed weapons. Enemy forces continue to apply pressure against the Jedi, Republic and Allied forces spread out in the city of Edic Bar doing what they can to secure various areas and points of interest. Pacing her efforts Kharis mindful of the objectives that were now present with her and Caden. When Kas had reported suspicious activities near the Research Centre she wants to deal with the streets as fast and as best as she could to regroup with her twin brother.

"Keep it up! We're buying time for civilians to flee to safety. Reinforcements will be on their way too!"

 

[Lily Decoria]

Objective: Defend the city, ensure evac can work
Outfit: Jedi Attire
Equipment: Arwr Da, Hydrangea Moonblade (concealed)
Tag: Arris Windrun | Tansu Treicolt

Lily watched as she grew to understand more of what the person she was confronting was like. The initial thought of armour was being corrected into understanding that it was cybernetics and enhancements that gave an impression of armour. It was dangerous since it was a sign that this could be similar to a soldier she had dealt with before. A warning to Lily that there was going to be more to this person that what was naturally available to a person, enhancements that were more than the Force would provide.

"It is not the fall that matters, but how one picks themselves back up after it." Lily state, her tone cool, her attention was not lowered as her suggestion for this person to leave did not seem to be accepted. As the shot fired, the bullet would seem to be on the correct course to hit Lily but it would ricochet off Lily's Force Barrier, a shield that was wrapped around the Jedi Knight. It was one of the few Force Powers that Lily leaned on since meant she had better protection in lighter armour. Which suited her Echani styling.

The bullet ended up embedded in a wall as Lily sighed disappointed. "It is a shame that you do not wish to attempt a more peaceful resolution to this." Lily could sense the presence of children, of another Force User, she hoped it was someone who was assisting in the evacuation process. Lily had to focus on dealing with this person. This person who seemed to have some Force capabilities since the gun fired without a clear move to pull the trigger. It was only the instincts of the warrior in Lily to always have her defences up that saved her.

Experience kept her alive and moving forward.

"This is not a fight you can win." Lily warned as she moved closer, not moving to attack yet but prepared to strike in a moment's notice. There was still too many unknowns for this fight that Lily didn't want to simply leap into action.

 

[Bastila Sal-Soren]

The breath left her lungs in a slow, controlled exhale, it was far from the chaos that was her heartbeat.
Imperius stepping from the lift felt like watching a myth step through the door. He was a nightmare given form, so even the Force recoiled off him, like light bending around a collapsing star.

For the briefest flicker, Bastila understood why Lorn had told her to run. She buried that flicker.

Her violet blade came alive with a crack that split the thick air, its glow immediately swallowed by the oppressive dark radiating off the Sith. She stepped in line with Lorn, not behind him, not a half-step off, but in exact synchronicity, shoulder angled, stance lowered, using his lead to anchor her resolve.

She met Imperius’ gaze with a defiance that was far too young, far too human, and far too alive to be anything a Sith would respect.

But she didn’t care about his respect.

The pressure around them deepened.

Lorn’s head angled back, the nod was quick, hard, the kind given before a dive into dark water. Together. That one word lit something fierce in her chest. A sense of purpose, yes but also something more dangerous, something that Imperius might have sensed even before she did.

As Lorn lunged, Bastila moved with him, not a mirrored move. Instead she complemented.

OUTFIT: XoXo | TAG: Lorn Reingard Imperius Indomitus EQUIPMENT:

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[Zefgahld Qojex]

OOC: The use of "< >" in spoken languages signifies that the speaker is using any non-Basic language.

Weapons: SSK-7 heavy blaster pistol and an E-11 blaster rifle. ADDITIONAL: Looted curved-hilt silver lightsaber.

Equipment: https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Xcalq-3GA_portable_computer

Objective: Sorosuub Research Center Blueprints/Schematics

(The name of the Big Guy introduced here is pronounced either "Biff" or "Beef" - choose which one works best for you, dear Readers.)

Professor Soly Feiv worked his pudgy swamp green fingers over the plastic keys of his work terminal feverishly, his brow laced with sweat as he typed as quickly as possible. His free hand vanished into a small bowl of salted black seeds on his workdesk, before forcing them into his thick-lipped maw greedily. The strange, swamp-green Sullustan watched the displays and readouts flow across his screen, his odd silver eyes narrowing as he checked the screen on his personal computer that he had set up at his workstation, his fat head shifting to and fro between the two screens, as though he expected something to be off on one screen or the other.

Satisfied, the off-colored Sullustan stroked a thumb and forefinger through his thick white moustache that flowed perfectly along the line of his lowest jowl-ridge, laughing as the slow-moving progress bar began to load the information onto the workplace display in preparation for the next part of his plan. His sausage-like fingers continued to tap and click over the keys, back and forth between his workplace terminal and the small bx that composed his personal computer, chuckling at how easy this whole affair was turning out!

He shifted his aged head to smile at the larger man standing in the shadows, two of his arms crossed over his chest, with the other two idly massaged over the sides of his head, before dipping down to stroke over the blue eye sacks just beneath his watery-yellow eyes themselves. The Professor smiled, adjusting his lab coat as he chuckled merrily.

"Well, Tsalagor, the Imperial Confederation is going to pay us handsomely for these schematics - if they agree to pay TRIPLE what they initially offered us." He spoke in a dry, raspy cough of a voice in Basic.

"<BARADIUM CHARGES!!>" A voice screamed in Sullustese outside the door, even as a furred hand forcefully plonked onto the door panel on the other side, whooshing open the office's door to huff and puff her presumably tired breaths at the swamp-ugly, fat Sullustan who had removed another handful of the black seeds he was eating and was in the midst of stuffing his craw, stopped with his hand partially in his open mouth to gape at the newcomer.

Zefgahld huffed once more, holding up a hand even as she walked over, smiling in a friendly, yet tired manner, with her eyes lighting up as she approached the far side of the Sullustan Professor's desk. She looked at the screen, smiled and leaned over to one side, a hand resting against the side of his computer while the other hand reached into the bowl of little black seeds, pulling out a handful to stuff greedily into her mouth; she chewed noisily, her fingers still resting against the Professor's computer as she looked down at his two screens, then smiled at the Professor.

"<Sorry! I haven't eaten all day..."> The furred stranger began sheepishly, even as she grinned toothily at him, eyeing him up and down, "<Say, you're Professor Hyol Xahri, right?>" She smiled casually, addressing him in perfect Sullustese, and with an accent that spoke of both Sullustan and Coruscanti origins, even despite her being from an entirely different species.

Soly Feiv was confused. "<...No?>"

"<Then you're a thief who shouldn't be here, Sir...>"

The strange fox alien who spoke perfect Sullustese raised an SSK-7 pistol from her side and bared her pointed canine teeth at this imposter, whomever he was, that had infiltrated the research lab.

Soly Feiv had no time for such nonsense, as he responded to her with a guttural snort of derision, "Either the Confederation or the Sith will pay us handsomely to deliver this information - we were here first, not you, so it's ours by claim." He snarled in basic.

Now, it was the tan-furred, dark-haired Amaran's turn to look confused, "...'We'?..."

That's when she noticed the hulking shadowy figure to one side of the Sullustan, a few steps behind him. Snarling, the hulking behemoth took a step forward, its melee weapon scraping strangely along the durasteel floor, even as the Amaran fired her pistol, to leave a smoldering, sizzling hole in the monster's gray-fleshed gut even as it extended a thick, scarred and muscular hand to grab the poor girl by the throat, lifting her up and away from the desk.

Unable to breathe, "Falo Loffkeq" found herself in a serious amount of trouble.

A second shot followed into the creature's gut, before a swiftly moving appendage struck the blaster from her hand, while its main appendages tightening around her neck, cutting off the scent of burning flesh and the ozone of blasterfire from Zef's nostrils...

"Good work, Tsalagor Byyf... Finish her, and then we'll be on our way to whichever of the parties we think will be the most... Agreeable." He tapped a few keys on both his personal computer, as well as on the work terminal, and the transfer of the Sorosuub engine prototypes, their design and their affiliated test results began to be transferred, even while Soly Feiv cackled at the would-be rescuer's predicament

Was this really how she was about to die?

Kas Larsen Kharis Larsen Caden Larsen

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Armor | Sword
Tags: Mykel Dawson Jonyna Si Shade
Naniti
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From the sounds of alarms, the dying groans from afar, and the ruptured power lines, he should have heard it all, but instead it was the deeper hum recoiling that truly called. Something all too familiar licked at the back of his mind, a black fire, and he let it surge as he always did. That simmering rage, born from the depths of a soul slowly becoming corrupted, so often following behind every strike, began to spill outward, attuning his senses further to everything surrounding them.

The Dark began to stir, an intoxicating ripple whispering through the teen's veins. As always, it bled outward, unnoticed, like the first drops of a storm. Those red lights flickered where his essence passed, shadows shivering along the walls, and a chill brushed the small hairs on his arms beneath the armor. It was a presence before it ever manifested as motion.

Every exhale became a vow of destruction.

Had the red-eyed woman known better, she would’ve stepped aside. And when she measured him, it was only because Lysander allowed that courtesy. Another step closer, and the Nemesis was already promising violence.

A low breath slipped between his teeth. As the energy gathered, it began thrumming like a war drum, rattling his bones with primal hunger.

“Cut this city open?” The ghost of a cold smile crossed his face. “No, I mean to gut it. I will make sure the clouds below choke on its ashes.”

Lysander’s thoughts murmured under the surface like burning coals. “That little knife isn’t going to keep you upright for long.”

But then, the black blade of a katana found itself home at the side of his neck, teasing along exposed skin. Green fire flickered in his gaze, and so his vision split. As the city bled, he let that corridor tighten around him. Smoke, blood, and heat, curling like fingers, pressing him into the apex predator he was always meant to be.

“Do not mistake recognizing a monster for understanding it,” the Sith warned.

They thought they knew what he was. They thought they knew death. But death was patient, and the Sith before them was not.

An inky and invisible tendril slithered into the air, in an attempt to reach the Cathar. A thought whispered..

<<Do you know the game you’re entering?>>

Leaning just a fraction into the blade, a thin ribbon of blood was drawn, trickling down his neck; his irises immediately dilated, widening like dark pools. His torso rotated sharp to the left, serpentine like, letting the weapon skim off the obsidian armor before it could make another claim. Boots pivoted as he shifted his weight. There was space, barely a meter, but plenty enough to work with. He would not follow up with a counterattack, but he was already taking in the Chiss, then the Jedi. His pupils were blown wide with intense focus, his breathing steady, and his aura deepening. Lysander may have been young, but far from an amateur. Two wars under the Sith Order, the youngest competitor in the Galactic Kaggath, facing opponents from padawans to a battlemaster.. he had experienced it all, every loss sharpening him. Perhaps, that was why, he was completely at ease with whatever came next.

 

[Shade]

The moment Lysander's blade traced its slow, predatory arc through the air, the temperature of the corridor shifted—not colder, not darker, but emptier. A subtle absence where something should have been.

That was the only warning he received.

Because Shade did not arrive with footsteps, or breath, or a flicker of presence in the Force.
She arrived as the removal of presence.
A shadow that erased itself before the mind could recognize it.

And then she stood between him and the next corridor junction—no dramatic reveal, no crack of displacement. One second, there was nothing. Next, she was simply there. Crimson eyes locked on him with a stillness that did not flinch.

Jonyna could feel the air tighten. Lysander would feel it too—the way the Force around him seemed suddenly muted, muffled, like cloth wrapped around the edges of his awareness.

Shade's Suppression Field.
Not enough to block his power.
Just enough to hopefully cut the sharpness from his precognition.
Just enough that his instincts should misfire by a fraction of a second.

Shade's stance was deceptively simple: weight low, shoulders angled, both blades reversed along her forearms—Ataru's geometry, but stripped of its acrobatics—pure efficiency.

She did not greet him. She did not posture.
Her voice, when it came, was low and controlled, the kind of calm carved from a life sharpened by necessity rather than pride.

"You are done here."

Light from the ruptured conduits overhead caught in her cobalt skin, glancing off the matte-black composite weave of her stealth gear. In the flicker of emergency lights, her eyes glowed like coals—alien, steady, unreadable.

Lysander's aura pressed forward like a stormfront.
Shade did not step back.
She absorbed the pressure, crimson gaze never wavering.

He had strength, power, bloodlust, and the promise of brutality.

Shade had none of those things.

She had precision.

She shifted—not an attack, not even preparation. Just a slight pivot of her foot, one that told anyone trained enough to see it that she had already mapped every angle of his strike radius and already counted the steps between them. Already measured his reach and weighed how quickly that longsword could turn.

Behind her silence lived calculation.

Shadow Veil pulsed around her, making her Force presence so thin it practically vanished—Lysander would feel her only when she intentionally allowed it: a silhouette, a ghost, a problem with no emotional scent to follow.

She moved one knife forward, not in threat but with surgical promise.

"You will not reach another civilian."

Her voice was quiet ice—no fear, no anger, no bravado.
Just a fact.

The air around her shimmered for half a heartbeat—the visible edge of Force Cloak reinforcing her outline, ready to break and vanish the moment she chose to move.

A predator stepping into the line of a larger predator…
but not to challenge dominance.

To end the threat.

Shade didn't posture. She didn't declare destiny or death.
She simply settled into her stance, blades held with the unforced confidence of someone who had killed quietly in smaller halls than this.

Then, with the barest tilt of her head—measuring him, accepting the danger without hesitation—she whispered:

"Come, then."

Not an invitation.
A sentence.

Enemies: Lysander von Ascania Allies: Jonyna Si Mykel Dawson