Skirmish The Battle of Genarius - [THR v SC]

[Imperius Indomitus]

LORD INDOMITUS
Through Fire and Blood.
Through Justice and Strength.
On the Anvil of War, We forge our Destiny.

Lorn Reingard | Bastila Sal-Soren

CLEANSING FIRE​

Genarius | Edic Bar | Technical Levels

Monster.

He had met monsters. He had seen them. He knew where they dwelt right now. High on their own power, worshipped as deities and brutal without necessity. Decadent, corrupt and yet so inconsequential these days. Harboring power for the sake of clinging to it. For the sake of feeling stronger, feeling superior. Devastating people and planets to show their superiority - but not achieve anything. Those were monsters.

And IT was a monster, a greater evil than all of the petty Sith, warmongers, destroyers and conquerors the Galaxy could muster.

Reingard was too blind to see it and too eager and zealous to simply oppose what he did not understand, that he launched himself together with his girlfriend at Imperius.

Their blades ignited, and the world shrank to a corridor of metal, breath, and inevitability.

Imperius did not raise His voice. He did not posture. He simply moved.

The instant Lorn surged forward, the titan's gauntleted hand swept to His sword belt. Valoris left its scabbard in a single, fluid draw—no flourish, no wasted motion—black durasteel ringing beneath a low, hungry hum as its Force-etched edge met the light bleeding from their sabers.

He stepped in, not back.

Lorn's direct opening strike met the full, immovable weight of a master who had killed entire battalions with this blade. Imperius caught the incoming arc not with brute strength alone but with perfect angling—deflecting, not stopping, letting the momentum slide along Valoris' broad flat before turning His wrist to fold the attack away from His centerline.

A half-step to the right, sabatons grinding sparks from the floor.

Bastila's complementary swing came in sharp—good timing, good instinct. Imperius rotated His torso, cape shifting like a blood-red tide, and brought Valoris sweeping across in a diagonal parry that forced her blade up and away, stealing her leverage before she could settle into a rhythm.

The counterstrike was immediate.

First - toward Lorn, a single, brutal downward cut meant not to hit but to pressure, to force the Sword of Shiraya to brace, to absorb, to lose the offensive by necessity. A blow that felt like a collapsing building even as they both knew the exact point of contact was left to fate.

Second - without a pause, He pivoted off the momentum, dragging Valoris through a tight, controlled arc toward Bastila's centerline, a punishing thrust that stopped just shy of overextension. Efficient. Measured. Forcing her to commit her stance fully or yield ground.

No roar. No taunt. No theatrics.

Just the cold, expressionless precision of an executioner who had done this a thousand times—and planned to do it a thousand more.

 

[Blade Ice]

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

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Smoke filled the air around them as Blade's orange saber struck out clashing against the Jedi green saber. Sparks flying between them as the Jedi pushed against Blade's momentum. Blade shifted his left foot slightly, so he was now standing sideways ways facing Hwo's right side. As Hwo's stronger two handed gripped started to give to much resistance.

Blade's right wrist tilted in towards Hwo's saber slightly, so he could push it off and away from if had to. As he came to the side of Hwo his left blue saber that had been held defensively moved aggressively swooping in a downward arch for Hwo's right leg. Since How's side was now exposed it would either force the Jedi to back off or lose a leg.

Then Blade would see if the Jedi was aggressive or if he would have to continue to press the attack. He was prepared for both, he smirked a bit to himself a bit feeling that younger rebel in him coming to the surface once again.

 

[Genesis Draykin]

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

The area was too bombarded with the force to try and pick out someone she did not fully see or sense. She didn't know he was actively hiding himself in that aspect but it wouldn't have been any easy task even if he hadn't been. She found herself listening, looking around, and smelling the air with her natural heightened sense of smell only aided by the awareness spell she had cast earlier.

Slowly and cautiously moving around a corner, the one hunting her could be around any of them. She kept her spare weapons holstered at the moment trying to remain as silent as possible as she moved through the narrow ally ways towards where she suspected her hunter was.

Then again would they even know what she looked like? She thought back on it as she moved forward trying to recall the moments before the rifle shattered and she fell out of the tower.

Better safe than sorry she thought as pulled down the visor on the helmet to cover her face. She then reached into the med pack on her belt pulling out a sticker of the symbol for universal medical services. Then she slapped it on the chest plate of her armor as she rounded a corner where she could smell someone.

She came around the corner ace to face with what she assumed was a man clad in armor head to toe similar to hers. He had a gun drawn, it must be the man she was looking for or he could have been just some soldier running from the fight.

Gen put up her hands and made sure the medical symbol on her chest was clear and visible. "Woo….woo…I'm medical personnel, someone said some fell from a tower over here?" Inside her helmet the AI gave her an ETA on the nearest drone about two minutes out yet.

 

[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
  
  • Repli Implants that would be for the limbs
  • 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

This was a warzone, so he had stealth on his side, ironically. There were so many Force Users on the planet that it was next to impossible to figure out where this person might be. So Connel did not try to. He did not even use the Force at all right now, falling back on his instincts and training. This was search and destroy if it was anything, and having heard the rest of Omega Squad having dropped, he knew that the Reaper was still overhead in the region. He would not call on an airstrike on Republic ground, that was not going to happen, he could use the capabilities to help find this would be assassin.

Then he came across a woman claiming to be “medical” looking for someone who fell out of a tower? Where was her crash bag? She was wearing tac armor. Was she a combat medic? Doubtful, but…

Wordless were his actions as he waved her to move, but he kept his guard up. Something about her story didn’t sit right. A combat medic without proper gear in a warzone? It was suspicious. He motioned for her to go, keeping his eyes sharp and instincts alert, ready for anything.

Would he follow? No, but he would be in the area in case he was wrong.

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

 

[Caden Larsen]

Caden Larsen

​

"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 | Research Lab
OBJECTIVE: Regroup with Kas | Support Kas | Investigate the Labs

The streets weren't as terrible currently as they were before Caden initially arrived in Edic Bar city with Kas and Kharis lending aid to Allied and Republic forces now securing areas impacted from the attacks. Next was heading to the Research Centre accompanied his older sister, Kharis, they didn't hear from Kas until an emergency distress signal transmitted from Kas' comms and those were received between Caden and Kharis. This wasn't a good indication for Caden and now concerns he had increased for his older brother, Kas, without overthinking matters his jogging turned into sprinting.

"That's Kas' comms, a distress signal, this isn't good. We need to make haste, Kharis. Gotta be trouble where Kas is."

There was that sibling bond beginning to form between Caden and Kharis, unconsciously a Force-meld began to shape as Caden was opening up to to Kharis in turn she did as well. Strengthening their bond together as they were now united as one in mind and spirit through the Force. Running alongside Kharis through the Restricted Areas of the Research Centre tracking down the whereabouts of Kas via his commlink device signal. Not wasting any time Caden readied his Lightsaber hilt in his dominant weapon hand and prepared to enter another battle zone.

"What the- Kas! What's going on here?!"

Analysing and assessing the environment as Caden with Kharis entered the laboratory where Zefgahld and Kas had been battling against potential thieves. There was a mess left around the area as Caden took in everything while he was entering the Brace-Ready stance under Form III; Soresu to defend himself and others nearby. The brute of a figure, Byyf, was spotted attacking both Kas and Zefgahld all while the Sullustan left unconscious over by another terminal. Caden got a pair of Stun Cuffs out to bind them onto the unconscious Sullustan a threat being removed all while Kharis would help with Kas and Zefgahld against Byyf.

"I've got this Sullustan under arrest and we can take them in for questioning when the coast is clear!"

 

[Kharis Larsen]

Kharis Larsen

​

"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 | Research Centre
OBJECTIVE: Regroup with Kas | Support Kas | Investigate the Labs

After checking with the Officers, Soldiers and Troopers from both Allied Edic Bar officials and Republic forces in securing what they can within the streets. All while Kharis joined Caden to focus on finding Kas over towards the Research Centre. It couldn't be leading to anything good while both Caden and Kharis had been running through the streets to reach the entrance of the centre. In receipt of Kas' emergency distress comms signal now led for Kharis to think there were hostiles inside of the labs somewhere. Double-timed it with Caden alongside her Kharis began sprinting further inside of the Research Centre as they arrived.

"Alright Cade! Let's go but be careful!"

There was a familiar feeling within the Force it was Caden reaching out to Kharis and she recognised that he was initiating a Force-meld combining them both into one spirit. Sprinted through the Restricted Areas of the labs inside the centre with Caden alongside her Kharis tracked down Kas' signals being sent out. The hilt of her Saberstaff in one hand but the blue energy beams weren't active. Expecting a riot when she got to her twin brother, Kas, once she reached his location with Caden accompanying her. Preparing for anything and everything when she'd spot Kas.

"Kas! What the- Cade go check on that Sullustan and detain them. I'll help Kas, be quick!"

At last, Kharis saw her twin brother, Kas, engaged with a vicious brute of a species she hadn't encountered or witnessed before in her life time. Ignited both blue beams of her Saberstaff hilt ready to assist Kas and Zefgahld with whatever, whoever this hostile was. Watched shots being fired by Zefgahld that didn't look as if they had slowed down Byyf who was charging towards Kas fortunately Kas tapped into the Force to enhance his physical attributes to out-pace. Kharis saw Caden was handling the unconscious Sullustan putting them in Stun Cuffs to restrain them all while Kharis waited for opportunities.

"Who are these guys, Kas?! This one's looks like a brute! Who's your friend?"

 

[Lorn Reingard]

Tags: Bastila Sal-Soren | Imperius Indomitus​

Lorn met the wall of Imperius' defense like he was bracing against a landslide. The first clash rattled right down his arms. Valoris turned his strike aside without strain, without hesitation. It was just the smooth, unbroken certainty of a weapon wielded by something that didn't bother distinguishing between skill and inevitability. Lorn's boots carved half a meter across the metal floor before he found his footing again.

Then the counter came. The downward cut fell like a hammer meant to split mountains. Lorn snapped his blade up two-handed, teeth clenched, letting his knees bend to bleed off the impact. Golden light skittered along the black edge of Valoris as Lorn was driven low, muscles flaring with the effort to keep from collapsing into the floor.

He didn't hold it alone. Bastila's shift in the Force gave him the beat he needed. As Imperius pivoted into his thrust toward her, Lorn released pressure and rolled off the line of force, stepping wide and up in the same motion. They moved in tandem. Not perfectly, but enough. Imperius' second strike carved through the air Bastila had occupied a heartbeat earlier, her saber catching the thrust at a steep angle while Lorn rose at the titan's flank, refusing to give the giant a fixed target.

He couldn't match Imperius' strength. That was a fool's game. So he didn't try. Instead, he answered strength with movement. Lorn slid in tighter, inside the full sweep of Valoris' killing arc. His stance narrowed, weight on the balls of his feet, and he launched a quick, brutal exchange; jabs of golden light meant to test, not overpower.

A cut aimed for the wrist. A vertical slash riding up Imperius' sword arm. A pivoting strike toward the gap where pauldron met cuirass. Small attacks. Fast. Each one timed to land between the titan's thunderous blows, trying to force Imperius to divide attention, to redirect mass with precision rather than force. He didn't expect to break through. He only needed to make the giant work for every inch.

 

[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

Kas Larsen Caden Larsen Kharis Larsen

Kas could watch - in real time - the sight of the Amaran's left eye begin to swell and distend around the orb itself, closing one side as a bruise formed beneath the tan-colored fur, leaving one eye closed; it was just as fortunate, as the Amaran had lost that contact lens in the fight, hopefully either beneath debris or else trampled beneath someone's footfalls, or lost in the burst of Force energy that the Jedi had brought into play a few moments ago. The Warrior-Alien swung his bizarre flesh-and-bone sword towards Kas Larsen , his lipless, skull-like visage parting in a berserk snarl as their blades, organic and light, clashed with a distinct sizzle that cast greenish-white sparks between the human and his opponent. Backing away, the Amaran took up her fallen weapons that had each been knocked away: the SSK-7 and the E-11 rifle.

A halo of blasterfire - the burst of the E-11 and a few more shots from the SSK-7 flared up and down at the side of the Warrior, some missing to burn into the lab's walls, and some glancing uselessly off of the alien's armored body, while a few more struck flesh: one burned into - and through - the side of the alien's mouth, briefly illuminating it a harsh orange as the teeth of one side blackened - then disintegrated as the warrior slammed his jaw down in a guttural curse, even as the room was bathed in orange and scarlet glows from the respective blasters.

"Aim for... His stomach, or... Exposed torso..." The Amaran was attempting to crawl backwards even as gasps wreaked her half-blind body; the decision was a wise one: in the moment that followed the Warrior's loss of over a quarter of his teeth, he swung his blade downwards, the bone producing harsh sparks as it struck the floor; narrowly missing out on severing one of Zefgahld's feet! She continued to back up, until one hand, by some chance, was resting on one side of Feiv's fallen personal computer, which had been thrown down during the first kid's use of the Force - her fingers, trembling, clasped over it's rightmost side, braced against it, and drew the lithe woman further away from the aggressive mercenary-thief as she trembled in terror, raising her E-11 haphazardly with one hand and trying to focus with her non-swollen eye!

"STRIKE! STRIKE!!" The fox alien shouted as two more humans, roughly around the same age as Kas, entered into the room, both with lightsabers drawn.

Another burst of blasterfire spewed into life, making the alien's pallid, corpse-like visage glow with the assembled colors as, roaring his fury even as bolts tore into his armor and thrice more into his partially-exposed gut, and one burning into his non-weapon hand; the armored monster roared again, hefting his bone-and-flesh broadsword, gripping with both scarred hands as he charged towards the two newcomers...

(Alright, I leave it to you to dispatch him, as Zef has had her ass kicked enough for one day. Determine the extent of your guys' injuries and the extent of damage the aggressor takes before he dies - have fun, and I look forward to reading it.)

 

[Drystan Creed]

EDIC BAR

"Isn't that what we're doing right now? Negotiating."

Drystan kept most of his attention on the embedded hull, though he couldn't help recalling what his style of negotiation used to be back when he was a Jedi Shadow—less talking, more dangling someone over the edge of a twenty-meter duracrete drop.

Twenty meters. Plenty to work with. He felt a small flicker of gratitude that his temporary partner was a competent Jedi.

He stepped forward and pressed a hand against the heated hull. The metal sang with the promise of fire from the crash. Whoever was inside must've been cooking alive.

In an instant, Drystan called on the Force—a blend of techniques merging and coiling through his body. A synthesis.

The first was basic telekinesis. Even with the Force, lifting a multi-ton hull wasn't exactly "featherlight," especially compared to his own stature. Without those telekinetic tendrils gripping the metal firmly, his physical strength alone would have torn straight through the structure. Which brought him to the second technique.

His mastery of Enhance Attribute allowed him to push his body to its limit with meticulous efficiency. Every muscle fiber, every millisecond of neural activation was calibrated with the precision of a lifetime of discipline—an echo of the core principles of his fighting style: deadly accuracy and mechanical timing.

With both factors aligned, he gathered strength through the soles of his feet. Then came the lift.

From his feet, up through bent knees uncoiling toward the sky… into the torque of his biceps rising in sync… through his wrists… and finally into the vice-like grip of both hands.

Even with near-perfect technique, the strain was immense. His muscles shrieked, burning with effort. His teeth ground so hard they threatened to powder. His entire body trembled under the weight.

But the hull moved. Sven's reinforcement of the structure held well enough. The building shuddered, yet the foundations didn't give way.

Drystan silently thanked the Jedi for stitching the ruins together long enough for this plan to work.

"Keep it steady," he forced out between clenched teeth. "It's gonna rock as I step back and pull."

Sven Halestorm

 

[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

The demon growled under her breath as the Jedi juked and jived her way out of getting hit by the saber strike. It skidded past and a little ways off from the jedi as the words of telepathy slammed into her mind. Such arrogance thinking she was some sort of hero that could so easily free that what the demon had made.

This clone that was called Tamsin, had been perfectly crafted to house the demon's soul and protect it. It had been intricately woven with magick and science that two could be separated easily. Only she the demon knew how to unbind that magick without killing the girl. That time hadn't come yet there was still much that needed to be done before then.

<"Your meat suit is inadequate Jidai."> The words reverberated back in the Ala's mine with venom.

<"This girl, is mine. I made her, I am her God!">

The Girl was seeing and hearing all of this trapped inside her own mind incapable of doing anything or say anything. She had fought the demon before, pushed it back. Yet with all the war, chaos and going on, on this world the demon was growing stronger. Like a vampire it fed off the carnage and destruction going on around Edic Bar. She was trying to push past the barriers the demon had put up trying to fight her way to the surface, but she was drowning faster the hard she fought.

<"Do you not remember this face? Do you not remember me hunting once upon a time when you were wee whelpling of a Jedi? I know you Ala Quin?">

The Demon let a wicked little grin cross the girls face she wore a face she once wore long ago when she was younger. Her eyes flared a bright burning sulfuric orange before looking down at the dome before her feet. She wondered how many people were below them, how many lives she could snuff out. From up here the people below looked like little ants but in the demon's eye they were less than ants. All of them meaningless in illusions in her eyes figments of the cycles twisted imagination.

She lifted one of her small feet and slammed it against the dome, causing the shielding to shimmer and the sturdy glass below let out a little thud from the light stomp. Violet saber in held in her right hand she lift her left hand just out in front of her chest. Index and middle finger up like finger guns she tilted her wrist down towards the dome.

<You won't harm the child? Not even when she is holding a loaded gun.> The demon's orange eyes looked to the fingers in the shape of a gun pointed at the dome. <That can kill the city you came to save?"> That wicked smirk hung on her face and she was not bluffing she would pull the trigger.

 

[Hwo]

Location: Edic Bar
Tags: Blade Ice

The Sith may have presented himself as a drunken vagrant, but he fought with commanded speed and precision. As Hwo seemingly began to overpower the orange blade, the blue came sweeping for his lower body. He pulled his right leg back, pressing hard into the locked lightsabers and using the rebounding momentum to aid his short retreat.

Blade Ice learned his first lesson here, just as he had so intended. The Jedi was a master of patient, practiced defense. He did not hesitate to disengage and reset rather than attempt to power through a risky offensive play. A duel at this caliber made for a delicate dance of life and death. Hwo wished not to rush into the latter.

Now standing with his left foot forward, same hand projected ahead, and lightsaber in his right, bent elbow cocked like he held back the string of a bow, a green glow shown on his face and the hum of his weapon filled his ears. Hwo studied the Sith, considering the next step. He lunged forward, hoping to stab past the sword on Blade Ice’s left while waiving his free hand down in an effort to create a gentle resistance through the Force to partially hold the Sith’s second blade at bay.

 

[Kas Larsen]

Kas Larsen

​

"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 | Sorosuub Research Centre
OBJECTIVE: Defeat Byyf | Defend the Lab | Investigate the Lab

A block and quick parry aside from Kas' defensive intentions and motions as Byyf attempted to attack the Padawan Learner but Kas stood with his twin sister, Kharis, and utilised his Shoto Lightsaber to defend himself while bringing his other Lightsaber. Attempted to defend himself with what strength he can muster and still channels the Force ability - Enhance Attribute keeping Byyf focused on him for now. In sync with Kharis the fight may have become more manageable but still not easy. The injuries and exposed areas were noted by Kas and gave a nod over to Kharis.

"Together Kharis. Let's bring this Merc down."

Leaping and bounding back to create some space between him, Kharis and Byyf the two Lightsaber hilts spun, flourishing the two yellow beams at either side of his body then positioned at the front and back. A breather for Kas as he watched Kharis engage first but he synced up his own attacks to pair with his sister's own series of strikes. Instead of going for wide, powerful and arc sweeping motioned strikes Kas adapting to utilising Form IV; Ataru accompanied with Form III; Soresu to not exhaust his stamina. Precise and swift yet short, speedy strike combinations used by Kas. Waited for an opportunity or few to enact the use of a Ataru move called Saber Swarm once Kharis had backed off Kas would step in.

"Don't let up we can beat them Kharis! On me!"

Quickly when an opportunity presented itself as Byyf was starting to appear depleted and spent of energy Kas used his agility, accuracy to burst into a speedy series of offensive strikes from enacting Saber Swarm against Byyf. The strategy was to employ fast yet short strikes from different angles to force Byyf on the defence but being cornered. Movement under the empowerment of Enhance Attribute allowed Kas to send strikes to the exposed hands, the head and exposed torso, gut area of Byyf whether he impacted armour or flesh the intention was to push back and limit Byyf in unleashing any of his fury against others.

"Now Kharis! Let's end this!"

 

[Ala Quin]

There was no mystery as to who the being within the child was. Her memories of their interactions from centuries before were vivid, being one of the more sinister encounters she had had.

<My blade stands between you and the city, vile being.>

She began to walk forward. Each step fell with confidence and surety of purpose. The demon wished to present a dilemna while pulling the strings itself. Ala was not the one at fault here. She would sleep soundly for her part, while mourning the death of this child at the hands of the demon within it.

<Should you run this child into my blade, I will grieve her...but blame you.>

The tiny Jedi's pace picked up. Her saber's dropped to the side, making contact with the metal under her feet, and sparks erupted. All distraction, until it wasn't.

As she approached the young one, Ala called out. "If you can fight back against it! Now is the time..."

Ala slid to a stop. Leaned backwards, arms stretching towards the metal that had just been sliced, and with one swift tug through Force peeled it back like orange peel. It rolled up, the wind caught it, Ala ducked, and threw it at the demon.

| Tag: Tamsin Starfall |​

 

[Kharis Larsen]

Kharis Larsen

​

"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 | Sorosuub Research Centre
OBJECTIVE: Stop Byyf | Duel Byyf | Support Kas

The blue beams from her Saberstaff hilt humming away in the background as Kas backed off from Byyf where Kharis initiated her use of Form II; Makashi the fencing style of combat. Pacing herself in using jabs, stabs and tight Lightsaber combinations in defence and offence in analysing how Byyf operates against other combatants. Using agile and nimble footwork to avoid, dodge and evade the brutal fury that Byyf was attempting to throw about against her and Kas. In applying Makashi throughout this bout Kharis was testing Byyf's defences and reactions as she was sending a series of quick, accurate jab and stab motions with her saber.

"On it Kas this guy's tough!"

Taking on Byyf's brute strength wasn't the best tactic for Kharis what she relied on was agility, accuracy and speed with her attacks, defences and movements. Now her combat style was starting to switch between Form II; Makashi and Form IV; Ataru when Kas backed off giving himself distance from Byyf it was there Kharis went to continue put the pressure onto the brute alien mercenary-thief. The blades of her Saberstaff at either side were bouncing, clashing and swiping off both the armour, the exposed areas of Byyf's body and parrying to redirect the Broadsword that Byyf wields against everyone engaged in this fight.

"Go for it Kas! I'll follow-up!"

Before engaging any further throughout the duel against Byyf she was watching Kas apply the Saber Swarm from Ataru to force Byyf on the backfoot. Meanwhile, Kharis was channelling energy from the Force, opening up to the Lightside energy the intentions were to combine the move known as the Hawk-Bat Swoop with the Force ability called Art of Movement in conjuction with Force Speed. Patiently waiting to perform the combined moves in her combat strategy it was going to involve targeting the mid-section, torso area of Byyf that was damaged and exposed.

"Watch out Kas!"

The build up getting ready to zig-zag very quickly using Art of Movement and Force Speed commonly used by Ataru practitioners Kharis was now a blur to the naked-eyes of anyone else not attuned to the Force. Once Kas had retreated back and Byyf had been cornered, tired out Kharis charged her way to attack Byyf. She performed the Hawk-Bat Swoop using both of saber blades and there Kharis cut through the exposed mid-section, torso area that Kas and Zefgahld had opened up. Through the enhancement in calling upon the Force there Kharis had performed the Mark of Contact known as Sai tok. Little time was given for Byyf to react in what had happened to him with Kharis' attack against them.

"Sai tok, the Hawk-Bat Swoop strike, the Force is my ally..."

The attack Kharis had performed was like a blur she was now at the other and opposite side, end from where Byyf had seen her originally while Kas stood at the other side opposite of Kharis. The pair of Padawan Learners had Byyf in the middle of them both, slowly he staggered and stumbled trying to focus but then his body had fallen into two halves. The top half of Byyf's body slid and fell down with a thud onto the metallic floor, fell forwards and his lower half fell backwards smacking off the ground with a crash. Kharis glanced over to where Zefgahld was huffing and puffing as was Kas this had been quite the fight between the twins.

 

[Caden Larsen]

Caden Larsen

​

"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 | Sorosuub Research Centre
OBJECTIVE: Begin Treating All | Check the Terminal | Heal Zefgahld's Injuries

After Kas and Kharis had ended their duel against the brute of a mercenary-thief Caden saw that the Amaran was wounded, they look to be in bad shape. The instincts of being a Healer and Medic had naturally kicked in as Caden ran to the side of Zefgahld to check them over but as he did the Amaran was focused on the personal computer that Feiv had used prior to the confrontation. There was the hint, the thieves definitely had managed to gain access to some data from this lab's network and so Caden became an obstruction between Zefgahld and the personal computer left on the ground. The young Corellian called out to Kas and Kharis.

"Hey Kas, there's a personal computer here! Better take a look quick! I'm gonna treat the Amaran of their injuries. Kharis, best call in local security defence forces to take this Sullustan into custody they're still out cold but cuffed."

In his approach towards Zefgahld there was caution being taken by Caden but treating her for those wounds she received in encountering Byyf was top priority. Putting his Lightsaber hilt back onto his utility belt via a belt ring that hooked onto a slot within his utility belt equipped. Crouched down before Zefgahld while concentrating on the injuries that Caden could see as he was grabbing a medical kit to begin tending to the Amaran's wounds. The young Padawan also had the ability of Force healing only using that if the situation called for it. Medic gloves put on, bacta vials brought out, anaesthetic wipes and a medical cauteriser coming from the medical kit ready for use.

"You're not in good shape, miss. Lemme treat those injuries for you. I'm Caden, what's your name?"

After getting his medical equipment out and ready, Caden waited for Zefgahld's consent to treat her wounds all to help as any Jedi would do or even a medical professional would do in the combat field. It didn't look too good for the Amaran and she should get medical treatment as soon as possible good thing they were in the Research Centre. Not in any other areas that the battles continue to erupt in the city of Edic Bar. Caden would be ready to evacute with Kas and Kharis should Jedi Knights, Masters and High Republic forces call for a fall back if warranted. Hopefully, the Imperial and Sith forces are pushed back to leave Genarius alone.

"Who were those two? Why did they come here?"

 

[Mercy]

Location: In The Meat of It
Tag: Kito | Ayra Lowe
Objective: Spread mayhem

"I trust you."

"Cute, but foolish."

A voice cut through the mayhem that would be familiar to Kito. Dangerously familiar even. Over the corpses of the recently slaughtered Acolytes stepped a mountain and she didn't look amused.

"You know, for a Jedi, you are quick to kill." Mercy murmured, glancing down to one of the slack faces. "These were Jedi... just a few months ago. I set them free. I was trying to teach them what true freedom means." Then a soft smile up at Kito. "And you cut them down without even trying to bring them back to your side."

Burning eyes slid over to Ayra.

"This is you." Her boot gently bapping at the shoulder of one of the corpses. "The moment she thinks you are slipping... she will cut you down just as fast and without... mercy."

A slow smirk there at the pun, using her own name in it. Oh, she was a shit bird alright.

"Or you could help me... bring this feral creature down... and I will show you what it means to serve yourself, instead of slaving away for others."

 

[Sven Halestorm]

TIME TO ROCK

Tags: Drystan Creed​

For a man straining under several tons of flaming starship, Drystan still managed sarcasm. Sven almost admired the commitment.

“Negotiating,” he murmured as he braced himself deeper into the ruined entryway, “typically involves fewer collapsing buildings. But I appreciate your interpretation.”

The hull groaned as it shifted, an agonized metallic bellow rolling through the structure. Dust rained from the ceiling. A support beam buckled, then stabilized as Sven pushed deeper into the Force, threading calm through fractured steel and splintered duracrete.

Where Drystan’s power roared like thunder, Sven’s flowed in quiet, controlled channels, precise as a surgeon’s hand. He didn’t try to hold the building still. He guided its movement, let the pressure bleed into safer angles, redirected stress like water around stone.

The rubble trembled violently.

“Steady,” Sven echoed, voice low but unshaken.

His lightsaber dimmed to a soft glow at his side, freeing both hands. One stretched outward, palm hovering inches above a sagging support column. The Force surged through him, not explosive, not flashy, simply absolute. The warped beam straightened just enough to keep the roof from folding like a snapped wing.

Metal screamed again as Drystan took his first backward step.

Sven’s boots slid half an inch across the grit, his stance widening. The entire framework shifted with the hull, like pulling a tooth from a jaw that very much wanted to clamp shut.

“You’re doing well,” Sven called out, calm despite the chaos. “Though I’m beginning to suspect your definition of ‘rock’ is somewhat optimistic.”

A large fragment of ceiling tore loose above Drystan.

Sven’s hand flicked upward. The chunk froze mid-fall, suspended in a shimmering field of invisible tension. He guided it aside, letting it drop harmlessly outside the danger zone.

Only then did he add, with a dry lift of his brow:

“And for the record, if this collapses, I’m filing a formal complaint with whoever taught you ergonomics.”

The hull lurched another meter free. Air rushed into the exposed cavity below, along with the unmistakable stench of scorched metal and sweat. Faint movement stirred beneath.

Alive. Barely.

Sven anchored himself further, the Force rippling outward like a quiet tide.

“You have room,” he said, voice firming. “Two more steps. Keep your weight centered. Don’t twist.”

A moment.

“And friend,” he added, tone soft but unmistakably serious, “the moment they’re clear, they’re going into custody. No arguments. No improvisations.”

The wreck trembled on the edge of collapse.

“Now…” Sven braced, every fiber of his focus locked in place.

“Bring it the rest of the way out.”​

 

[Arris Windrun]

Tags: Lily Decoria | Tansu Treicolt

Arris turned as soon as she fired, with metal fingers still wrapped around the grip.

"Now that's a neat trick," she remarked at the Jedi's defenses.

It wasn't her first experience of a Force barrier - that went to Mercy, but the Echani's stance and determination? Arris was gonna have fun with this one.

"It is a shame that you do not wish to attempt a more peaceful resolution to this."

She drew her revolver and popped open the cylinder, letting the single shell inside clatter on the ground like a dropped coin. Then, the gunslinger reached into her jacket to draw what appeared to be another slug (and just the one).

"Huh?" Difficult to say if her surprise was genuine. "Well, we're only here to blow the refineries, yeah?"

Her response suggested a cognitive dissonance, but was unclear as to whose.

"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.

She loaded the slug and reinserted the cylinder. Just as she slowly leveled the weapon at the Jedi, there was a commotion off to the side. First, a tibanna leak blew, then a young woman appeared as a pair of children ran away. "Another Jedi?" Arris wondered.

So her opponents were the Echani, Lily, and the freckled blonde, Tansu. Something about this last one was a bit familiar. Has she seen her somewhere?

"And that there's Arris 'pparently," Tansu added, voice tightening into something wry but unflinching. "My peanut gallery wanted her autograph cuz she's real mean… "

Her attention flipped with the switch, and she lowered her gun with a smirk. "A fan, huh? Well, you know I--"

A sharp push of the Force cracked outward like a whipcrack, slamming into Arris' center mass to shove her back on the gangway, reinforcing that advancement was not something the pair of Jedi would permit.

The Force lashed into the cyborg, sending her backwards as intended, and much to her own surprise. The Talusian's grin faded into an unimpressed scowl, and she raised her gun at Lily and fired, all without taking her eyes off Tansu. Instead of the solid slug from before, her weapon fired flechettes carved from Force-Dead bone.

 

[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

The Amaran still disguised under the assumed identity of Falo Loffkeq had seen better days.

Sporting freshly re-opened claw marks on one shoulder that tore through her light, flexible modified guard armor and down over the top of her sternum, exposed skin and a burn mark that was throbbing against side of her face that had burned away a rather lovely tuft of fur, a left eye that had swollen shut and a possible cracked rib or two gained just now when Fatass the Crab-Armored Noseless Wonder had slammed a foot down rather roughly, knocking the wind, but not the piss, out of her as he had ground his massive foot into her ribcage; thankfully doing no more damage than he would have otherwise.

Still, it hurt like hell to breathe, among other things.

The Amaran had rolled onto one side, grunting in pain as her unswollen eye focused its purple contact lens over the screen Soly Feiv's fallen personal Xcalq-3GA computer. She had gotten the information she wanted - the Sullustan had successfully downloaded the information that he himself - as well as the Amaran and doubtless more than a few other factions - had all been seeking. By extension, Zefgahld herself had just won as well. While the three Padawans - stalwart and brave, if not as wise in years as the tlaes she had grown up with as a kit - watched, the Amaran moved her hand away from the unconscious Sullustan's computer, picking up several of the fallen black, salted seeds that she and Fiev had been munching on just before she had questioned him as to who he was, exactly, just before things had gone to hell.

Popping the fallen snack into her pained maw, she took a few moments to chew, even as her eye went back to the computer, and she began to laugh as she swallowed another bite of the snack that had been so rudely interrupted. Her gaze moved up and she winced, smiling and blushing up at the three Padawans.

"Pleasure, it really... Really is, to meet you... You three..." A hand reached to clasp at the legging of Caden Larsen , as though to reassure herself that he was really there. "I grew up on tales... of Jedi, when... Little..."

She paused and licked her lips, the salt of the dark seeds stinging in her bloodied mouth - the inside of one cheek had been cut. She looked up at the youngest of the siblings, smiling toothily up at him. "Something for my eye, and an evac out of here so I can get paid for what little I did and leave... I think I'm... Too injured to keep fighting..."

She smiled up at the three, her unswollen eye glinting as she chuckled. "Your abilities are as impressive as in the Old Tales, and it was an honor to watch you all fight like that..." She smiled. "You can just do... One thing for me, other than a bit of healing, some spare bacta if you have it, as well as calling for a med-evac."

She fixed her eye mirthfully on the figure of Kharis Larsen , chuckling.

"Put an arm on me to steady me and help me get to a nearby refresher, then help me outside when the med-evac gets here... I sorely need to pee right now." She gasped and winced as she tried to rise up, even as Caden Larsen reached to steady her. She swallowed again., taking a moment to catch her pained breaths.

"I wish I could have down more to stop them - I came... Came in wanting to secure the place and... Evacuate my fellow Sullustans, and that's when I caught those ugly turds attempting to make away with something." She gestured to Feiv's fallen computer, then back at his workspace. "Those two machines were connected and he began to transfer something - I don't know what, but we got him... Thanks to you guys."

She shifted her gaze between the three siblings, even as Caden Larsen and Kharis Larsen moved her up, allowing the three to gingerly move along towards the work room's exit.

She smiled genuinely at Kas Larsen as she tunred her dark-haired head, winking with her unswollen eye, "Good luck in your investigation, and may the Force be with you, Kid."

(Data intercepted via a covertly placed Datadot in Feiv's personal computer, which was displaced onto the floor during Kas Larsen 's Force Burst and scattered with the salted seeds during the fight; it was picked up while Zef recovered just now, along with a few seeds to distract everyone, and was swallowed whole.)

Objective: Sorosuub Research Center Blueprints/Schematics - COMPLETED

OOC: Might do another post or two more as I leave the Battlefront, but I think my little part in this skirmish is done. I'll be sure to follow the rest, though! Keep kicking butts, Jedi, and I look forward to seeing how this whole thing ends! Last, but not least, I hope my writing entertained you all!

Datadot

A datadot was a device used for storing and transporting information. It was shaped like a small, black circle[1] that was less than a millimeter in diameter. Information from datadots could be read by holoprojectors such as the CS-Mark 12 holoprojector.[2] "Play It Again, Figrin D'an: The Tale...

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[Bastila Sal-Soren]

The first exchange stole the air from her lungs. Her blade meeting Valoris only for a fractional instant, and even that instant nearly broke her stance. The parry wasn’t loud, it wasn’t violent or over strengthened. It was however correct. It stripped her leverage with surgical ease, bending her guard up and away like he was adjusting the position of a piece on a dejarik board. This wasn’t the practice arena anymore.
And then the counter came and Bastila’s instincts had to take over faster then she ever had allowed them to do before.

His pivot was a crimson ripple of cape and armour, a flurry of movement that ended with a solid thrust toward her midline that was so fast, so precise that her heart seemed to skip a beat in near panic.

She barely caught it. Her saber snapped across her body in a downward angle, intercepting the point of Valoris just as it would have torn through her. The pressure of the blade against hers was like a hydraulic ram trying to punch through a door and she realised that this wasn’t a pirate or a stormtrooper, nor was it one of those Dark Jedi the Empire called upon. This was something else entirely.

She couldn’t push it aside, she tried, pushing hard for a fraction of a second before again letting the instinct that was flowing take over.

She yielded, but she yielded on her terms.

Her boots slid across the metal, taking the force with her, turning the deadly line of the thrust into a glancing curve that sang past her ribs, grazing the fabric of her tunic with heat.

Her breath left her in a hard gasp as she spun out of the attack’s wake, the material making a clear ripping noise as the blade took it, showing how if it had been her skin it would have easily torn her in half.

Lorn was there again, golden blade carving tight, relentless arcs. He was applying pressure and tempo. Trying to divide the titan’s attention, forcing micro-adjustments on armour, angle, and intent.

Bastila knew what she had to do, and lurching forward she matched him.

She came in low, her stance tightening, violet blade rotating into a reverse grip, the emitter pointed down. A Shien adaptation, not for deflection, but for carving under defenses that dwarfed hers. It was the type of thing she had been shown many times while locked away on Jakku, when the Jedi wanted her to be a weapon, before she’d managed to get back to Briana and…

A blow came in, one far faster and more violent then before. She spun with effort to her left, the sing of the blade passing her ear by no more then a whisker.

Lorn’s rapid strikes continued to pepper Imperius’ upper guard, she slid along the titan’s opposite flank, aiming for the only things she could realistically influence.

Aim for joints. Look for gaps. Disrupt his balance. Teachings of a creed that she wish she had listened to more.

She struck in a tight sequence; three blows in the space of a single heartbeat:

One angled swipe at the inside of his left knee joint, meant to undermine his anchor.

The Second a rising slash toward the seam beneath the dragon-shaped pauldron, exploiting the fractional opening created when he pivoted to block Lorn’s attack to his torso.

The Third was delivered not as a saber strike but a hard shove of the Force, not meant to topple him, she knew that would never happen, but to tilt him half a degree off-axis, to unseat the impossibly perfect rhythm of his footwork.

Her teeth clenched. Her pulse hammered.

Lorn keep him turning! she voiced through her mind to her master, even her mental voice was tight with exertion that she was refusing to show in her stance.

She said this not as a command, that was not her place but from an understanding she thought they both knew, she said it because if Imperius ever planted both feet and struck with intent; Bastila and Lorn, They would die.

Together or not.

Bastila re-engaged the Sith without hesitation, eyes narrowed, blade humming in tight violet arcs as she pressed close, trying to keep herself in that delicate pocket of danger where Valoris was almost too long to catch her without having to adjust and therefore making him vulnerable to Lorn’s more aggressive longer strikes.

This was no longer just a fight for the station, it was a fight for their life.

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

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