Skirmish The Battle of Genarius - [THR v SC]

[Cerys Dyn]

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

Fear.

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

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

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

There.

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

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

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

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

Balun Dashiell Jorryn Fordyce​

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[Ala Quin]

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

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

It bought her only a heartbeat.

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

All those people...

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

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

Then the spire gave way.

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

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

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

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

Her limit approached like a wall.

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

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

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

She twisted around.

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

| Tag: Tamsin Starfall |

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

 

[Isobel Serraris]

Location — Refinery Complex East Towers, Edic Bar, Genarius
Objective — Defend against the Sith onslaught
Tags — Naniti
Paraphernalia — Battle Armour, Lightsabers, Tic

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The repeated rambling of the freighter forced the Padawan to her seat, keeping her hand on the nearby control panel to maintain some semblance of 'control'. The piloting skills of her rebel friend bore no remedy for the twisting and turning in her stomach, not for the uncertainty to be found in the entire mission--this was to be a disaster for the ages. "Recklessly arrogant?" Her words came off sharper than intended. "That makes no sense, you fool." She let out and eyed the approaching landing pad, or what remained of it. The hordes of debris--from metal scraps of the last crashed ships to chunks of stone torn from the buildings themselves--this landing alone would be bumpier than controlling a bucking Guarlara.

Ace's careless name for her drew her thoughts away from the present, and in that heartbeat, the swift departure of her friend missed her. Was he fleeing… or seeking to destroy her? The notion swarmed her mind in waves of doubt, of uncertainty, yet at last it withered like ebb and drew forth clarity. She donned her helmet in an instant, praying to Shiraya it may lessen the blow. The freighter drifted on, its momentum falling yet still quick enough that the ship's head crashed into the landing pad's wall. The impact nearly tore Isobel from her seat--her and the little BD-droid skittering across the console as its programming tried to find its controls again.

In spite of the crash, fate offered no mercy, no break. For the Force loudened, thrumming with notes of sudden death. A flash of flame and the clouds of smoke blurred the edges of her vision as she rose from her seat. Isobel reached out for the abandoned BD-unit and gently placed him onto her shoulder, feeling his claws hold onto her armourweave bodyglove for comfort--and balance. Then came the reckoning. A single turbolaser's strike boomed through the hull of the ship, its pipes bursting in an instant, sparking the inferno and the tornado of Tibanna gas. With her right hand, she reached out toward the blast-door controls, opening them--only for the explosion to meet her first and throw her back into the cockpit.

"...By the stars." She breathed like a curse, as her back hit the controls, before gradually forcing herself up. It appeared there was no other way out, the ship's destiny the same as the other scrap on the landing pad. With no other solution in sight, she drew her saberstaff, igniting a single blade and cutting through the transparisteel window with ease.

The crawl out of the ship was more akin to a haze, but the second she came back to her senses Isobel found herself far away from the landing pad, in the chaotic lower levels of Edic Bar. A maze of corridors leading to one cargo bay to the next, she must have taken the wrong turn to get here, there would be no civilians here, no people to save from the claws of the Sith. Or so she had pictured. . . The gardens of the Force were mostly serene, yet echoed with a certain sorrow and distress, as the moment she turned down another hallway, the figure of an injured worker came into sight. He was clutching a scorched wound on his abdomen--a lightsaber strike, there could be no other.

With Tic still perched upon her shoulder, the Jedi paced forward, before throwing herself on her knees and looking upon the dark-skinned human. "Are you well, sir?" The question left her lips, as she gently urged his trembling hand away from the wound. It was deep, though the cut itself spoke of haste and... recklessness, rather than precision. He tried to protest, but only ragged breaths escaped his lips. "Ssh. . . Keep your mind on other things." Left her in response.

The Force lingered beneath her fingertips as she sought to pour her own life-force into the branded flesh. She steadied her breathing, drawing calm into herself despite the chains of chaos on Genarius that wished to bind her. In time, the tissue began to weave itself together before stalling indefinitely. Her control faltered, after all her technique remained crude and flooded with doubt, more the work of an ambitious youngling than a great Jedi Knight. But the fault was not solely hers, for the man's own life-force flickered akin to a dying ember.

A warning beep from the BD-unit sounded at her side, the Padawan's droidspeak was limited to put it lightly, but she could decipher the words he meant: fading… no energy. It was nought more than the truth, for when her gaze drew back to the man's face, the human drew his final breath. A heavy sigh left her, staring emptily at the corpse. "Yes. . ." The memory of Voss crept unbidden into her mind, her heart beating quicker than before. The nightmares, the almost-healed wound near her arm, how her life may have ended this way had the Sith dealt a final blow. She swallowed hard to dissipate the fears, but it lingered unbidden in her heart. "Tic. . . Could you scan for any signs of life?" Her voice was shaky, fragile. If the perpetrator was still around, Isobel would risk her life to stop them from making another victim.

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[Caden Larsen]

Caden Larsen

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

TAGS: @ OPEN
FURTHER INFO: BIO
CURRENT LOCATION: Genarius | Edic Bar | Hangar Bay |
OBJECTIVE: Secure the Hangar | Prep for EVAC | Rally Civilians to Safety

The Force had been pulling Caden to the world of Genarius as some of his fellow Jedi had been drawn here to confront the dark presence being felt throughout the system. Co-piloting the J-1 Shuttle with his older brother, Kas, making their way to the Docks and Kharis was in her TwinTail starfighter providing cover in their flight path. The two ships landed down safely in the Hangar.

"Looks like we made it. Sith forces have commenced their attack. We should focus on getting all and any civilians to safety, Kas. I'll do any medical treatment that I can if we come across any injured."

A few bumps and rumbles were felt as the J-1 Shuttle made its landing and touched down upon the landing pad. Caden equipped himself with his Lightsaber hilt bringing with him the necessary equipment and tools. There was a thick darkness sweeping throughout the city and Caden was more attuned in the Force to sense it etching further in the area.

"I'm set to go Kas. Ready when you are. I know Kharis ready to clear a path and we'll secure the Hangar Bay first before we move further into Edic Bar, the city."

Followed his older brother out of the shuttle as the doors opened up to let the two Padawan Learners disembark from the ship and began making their way through the landing pad of the Docks. A green blade was ignited from its hilt - Caden readied his Lightsaber to defend himself and others. Deflecting blaster fire from opposing forces teaming with his brother and sister.

"May the Force be with us."

 

[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: @ OPEN
FURTHER INFO: BIO
CURRENT LOCATION: Genarius | Edic Bar | Hangar Bay |
OBJECTIVE: Secure the Hangar | Prep for EVAC | Rally Civilians to Safety

A pair of ships were in sync with one another in the flight path taken to reach the landing pad and set down in the city of Edic Bar on the planet of Genarius. The Sith had sent forces here to attack and cause havoc on this world - why? Unknown for the time being to Kharis who was in her TwinTail starfighter followed her brothers that piloted the J-1 Shuttle and made their arrival.

"I'll go ahead a bit to clear us a path into deeper areas of the city. Civvies need our help, getting them to safe zones or aboard our J-1 are our options, guys. Stay close by and we can fight off any enemies together like we trained to do."

The message was transmitted between the secured channel communications set-up with the TwinTail starfighter and the J-1 Shuttle. It was indeed tense, all sorts of activities were unfolding in Edic Bar, the civilians were on her mind and Kharis wasn't hesitant. Now she can put her abilities and skills at use for the greater good to defend and protect those needing a Jedi's aid.

"Kas, you and I will keep Cade, any civilians out of harms way. Cade, anyone injured treat them but find safer areas first and if able to, move the injured out of high-level threatened areas. Kas and I will keep you covered we won't separate, we'll stay together."

Opened up the cockpit canopy to her starfighter to jump on out and ignited the two beams of her Saberstaff hilt - blue blades burst out at either end of the hilt she held after making her departure from the starfighter. Put herself into a Jedi Ready stance defensive and counter-offensive measures went into her natural instincts of engagement. Blaster bolts being blocked and deflected.

"We'll regroup and make a push together to get through to the streets of Edic Bar. Any law enforcement or security forces of Edic Bar should form up on us. It'll make our advancements better and easier. Keep up!"

The combat training Kharis has undergone thus far, she displayed traits of Shien, not only defending herself and others but redirecting the blaster fire from Imperial Troopers back while following up with immediate counter-attacks to remove each opponent from the field. The echoing of blaster fire and saber blade striking was heard throughout the landing pad.

"I trust in my training, the Lightside of the Force, my Lightsaber is here to defend and protect everyone."

 

[Kas Larsen]

Kas Larsen

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

TAGS: @ OPEN
EQUIPMENT: Kas' Gear | Echo Stone
CURRENT LOCATION: Genarius | Edic Bar | Hangar Bay |
OBJECTIVE: Secure the Hangar | Prep for EVAC | Rally Civilians to Safety

Piloting the J-1 Shuttle alongside his younger brother, Caden, Kas was keeping his wits about him and got communications from other fellow Jedi that the Sith and Imperial forces had launched an attack here. This wasn't good, like Caden and Kharis, the civilians caught in between the crossfire were immediately in his train of thought. It was time to do something for the people.

"Alright Kharis, we'll catch up with you. Clear a path but don't go too far ahead. We're better together to fight off any Imps and Sith alike on this world. Be cautious and smart in your own approach."

The communications between the two ships were received loud and clear. Kas knew what Caden and Kharis were set to do, he sure was proud of them, the three progressing as Jedi. Once the ships made their landings and Kas got his gear ready. A look of determined focus could be seen by others once the doors to the J-1 began to open and raise.

"Let's go Cade. We're needed and can't delay any further. Kharis and I will hold off any pressing forces, rally any troops to fight back and hold the line. You get all and any civilians to safety. We can do this, be ready for anything and everything."

Once the doors opened up Kas followed Caden out - ignited his two Lightsaber hilts, yellow beams at either side of Kas' body, spun the hilts in his hands and fingers causing the twirling motions. Incorporating a Jar'Kai and Soresu immediately blocking and deflecting all blaster fire using minimal effort. Being in control and mindful of where the deflected blaster went off to.

"We're coming, hang on. We'll bring that beacon of hope and light to those who've endured the darkness. We're Jedi, we're here."

 

[Ayra Lowe]

// Padawan Lowe //
// Objective // Defend the City //
// Focus // Kito // Mercy //

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The chaos of battle could be heard even before the shuttle doors opened, the rage of the Sith machine having been unleashed against citizens once again. A tension stuck to her gut as her boots tapped a nervous rhythm against the shuttle floor, attempting to reconcile her confidence with the battle ahead.

This was why she had fought so hard against all those that told her she would be best off in the back lines, so that she could prove she was capable of defending the people when they needed it. Everest Vale, Reina, even the one beside her had tried to convince Ayra to step away from the back lines.

But the sounds of war below told her she was in the right place, even if the knot growing in her stomach didn't.

There were people down there that needed to be helped, and Sith that needed to be punished. This state of the galaxy would only grow if more people like the Echani chose to stay in the back lines. They needed warriors, and so Ayra would prove to herself and others that confidence could be forged.

Kito's same pre-battle ritual continued as the Echani finally raised her eyes, her left foot still rattling like a drum. As a crimson droplet formed on the K'paur's thumb, it was the first time Ayra noted the necklace more than a sentimentality.

It was a fang.

From some creature long felled to call bravery to herself, or perhaps a pet long dead for comfort. Either way Ayra would allow the ronin her moment of peace, though her face raised in a brief concern when it pulled blood from her skin. It was a bit foolish to be concerned by a droplet when there were pools being split below, and so her gaze slowly fell away.

"...Alright."

The acknowledgment was spoken with a confidence that didn't reach her legs, painfully stiff as she raised from the seat and moved towards the exit. The pale blue of her eyes looked down towards the field of battle, knuckles tightening around the hilt of her lightsaber still laying at her hip.

She could feel the sting of Kito's eyes, not looking back to confirm whether they were looking with pity or concern. The Sith would offer neither, and the Echani had already made up her mind to fight. She didn't need Kito to feel bad for her here, she only wanted the ronin to know she had her back.

A quick flick of her pale blue eyes turned to Kito before her mouth opened to speak.

"You d-"

A rush of wind interrupted the words, a lithe hand seeking to block it and the light as her stiff legs braced for the wind. The light blinded her for a moment, and when her eyes opened the sight of Kito against the cityscape greeted her. Her hand was taken as the ronin flashed a smile at her, stinging in its attempt to comfort.

But still it worked. And something in her chest sparked.

Then, all of a sudden, she was dragged from the shuttle by the K'paur, whatever expression she held before disappearing in a shock. It was hard to stay nervous when you were actively free falling into a fight for your life. So, she clung to Kito's hand, pulling the lightsaber from her side with the other.

The Echani was ready to brace herself with the force to avoid the impact, but she assumed that the K'paur had a more... spirited entrance to make above the Sith.

 

[Bastila Sal-Soren]

”Did you just shush me?”

She froze mid-stride, as Lorn spoke, fully aware of the chill that had entered the corridor and had turned her bones to ice.
Run?

He hadn’t even turned to face her to say it, but the word had landed like a slap, asking for her to listen.

For a heartbeat she said nothing; not because she obeyed, but because her breath had caught in her throat. The air tasted metallic, cold, wrong. The dread that hung around Lorn and herself wasn’t imagined; it had weight and shape, like someone had draped a shadow over the world and cinched it at the seams.

Slowly, she stepped to his side, not behind him.

Her voice was low, almost calm, as much as she could make it.
“…I am not leaving you.”

She didn’t raise her blade yet; she let her palm rest on the emitter, thumb near the ignition, eyes tracking the end of the corridor as if it was going to give them a warning.

She whispered her next words, eyes narrowing. “I can feel it. It’s… wrong. Like the Force is holding its breath and hiding.”

The hum of the grav anchors throbbed beneath her boots, but her pulse was rising to meet it.

“You’re not dying in a utility corridor so I can run away and write the report. Whatever this thing is, it’ll find two Jedi in its path, not one.”

Then, with a faint, humorless breath she made an expression that could have been something close to a smirk, her mind knowing it came from a place of fear, not arrogance.

“If you try to push me away from this fight, I’ll stun you again. I swear it.”

Her saber was in her hand, still unengaged, already the lights were casting long shadows across the metal walkway.

“Side by side, Master. Or not at all.”

A crunch came from up ahead, like boots grinding on metal.

She shifted her stance.

“I’m Ready.”

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

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[Varin Mortifer]

Equipment: Heavy Mace, Crossguard Lightsaber, Armor but looks like this​

His heavy bootfalls ceased as the last step echoed through the hall, briefly met by the sound of destruction nearby.

His gaze slowly turned towards the stranger after his saber ignited. The blue blade washed over the walls around Varin.

…a Jedi…

His grip tightened around the handle of his mace as his body shifted to face the assailant.

The shine of his eyes were just visible behind the visor of his faceplate which stared back emotionless, but beneath the metal and plate burned a raging fury when he caught the sight of the blue blade.

“I will repaint these walls with your blood.”

His freehand retrieved the heavy crossguarded saber hilt from his belt. With a loud roar the blade sprung to life, an alabaster white blade shun for but a short time before it bled a crimson red.

“I bring ruin.”

He spoke quietly, almost eerily calmly, before he quickly dashed forth towards the Jedi a heavy swipe towards him with his mace. The screeching wail of struggling support metals screamed through the air, but Varin's tunnel vision had already engaged. All there was at this moment was battle.

Aiden Porte​

 

[Vestra Tane]

Equipment: Lightsaber | Disruptor Pistol | Rebreather | Armorweave Coat | Hex Grip

The drop pod, aside from taking a few stray shots on entry, seemed in good condition. Eerily silent, though, for a few long seconds. Until...

Thunk.

Thunk.

Thunk.

The pod's door flew open, and out crawled the Sith.

Tall. Lanky. Sulfur-yellow eyes and a feral grin on her face. A golden lightsaber held loose in a synthflesh hand. Lightning, barely restrained at the best of times, leapt from her body in threatening arcs, and skittered across the ground or through the air until they finally dissipated.

The Apprentice rolled her shoulders, distinctly at ease in the wreckage she'd created, and let her consciousness expand. There was the obvious target in front of her, the beacon of Light she'd been aiming for in the first place - now all spring-tension and coiled anger. That was a good sign. The calm-and-professional types were never as fun in a scrap.

Let's see...

Terrified civilians, huddled behind hurriedly thrown-together blast shields - expected but not Vestra's priority. Possibly useful later, as a bargaining chip or a means of making the Jedi lose his cool. Random sadism wasn't the Sith's go-to tactic, but it was, sometimes, a useful tool.

Another Jedi, in the distance. Somewhere beneath where Vestra was standing, skittering about in the corridors. Far enough away that their presence was detectable only in the very vaguest sense, which made them, at present, not-Vestra's-problem.

Right.

Vestra kicked a hunk of scrap metal out from under her feet, then finally re-settled her gaze on the young man in front of her. Her lightsaber ignited, bright red, and, lazily, she aimed the tip of the beam at her prey.

"You ready to party, kid?"

Tag: Acier Moonbound

 

[Sven Halestorm]

CRASH LANDING

Tags: Drystan Creed​

The first tremor rolled through the street like a warning. Dust sifted down from the awnings overhead, and a handful of citizens froze mid-stride, eyes rising toward the skyline. Sven felt it before he heard it, that familiar ripple in the Force like a thread pulled taut.

Then came the impact.

A metal container, an entire cargo hull, screamed down from the clouds, trailing smoke and fragments of its own plating, before pulverizing the corner of a mid-rise like a falling star. The shockwave punched outward, rattling transparisteel windows and sending a scatter of frightened shouts through the plaza.

Sven’s boots were already moving.

He stepped into a run, cloak brushing behind him, one hand rising instinctively to the comlink at his belt.

“Halestorm to City Command, impact confirmed, central district. I’m moving to assist. Dispatch emergency crews and evacuate the surrounding blocks.”

As he crossed the open square, he caught sight of the originating shuttle, scuffed, listing, and settling hard onto an auxiliary lane a short distance from the crash site. A lone figure, disheveled, hurried, Force-bright in all the wrong ways, spilled out of the cockpit and sprinted straight for the smoking ruin.

Sven exhaled through his nose, the kind of long, tired breath that suggested he had seen far too many preventable disasters in his lifetime.

“Well,” he murmured to no one in particular, twisting the corner of his mustache the way Master Ala always teased him for, “that bodes poorly.”

The air still shimmered with heat as he reached the first ring of debris. Fires licked at crumpled durasteel. Civilians kept their distance, but their fear pressed against him like static. Beneath the rubble, several life signatures clustered in a tight knot, alive, shaken, but unstable.

He lifted a hand, letting calm ripple outward through the Force, easing the panic that clung to the nearby streets.

His gaze tracked up the path of destruction, landing squarely on the freighter pilot scrambling down the slope of shattered permacrete.

Sven set his jaw and stepped forward.

Time to find out what sort of pilot accidentally drops a hold full of armed mercenaries in the middle of his city.

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[Naniti]

Location: Eastern Edic Bar

"Halt!"

So Naniti halted.

"Hands in the air!"

So Naniti put her hands in the air.

"What are you doing here? Are you-- Who are you with?"

The Togruta stood there and stared at the man in their security uniform with their blaster pointed in her direction. "Good question. I'd introduce myself as Padawan Zeeti of Master Rhondu here to fend off the attack by the Sith forces... if not for--" as if on cue a large explosion erupted from a tower several hundred feet behind her filled the air. All but one finger curled into a fist so it could point at the source of thunderous roar full of fire and debris, accompanied by a chorus of people screaming. The same people she had evacuated from the building by pulling the fire alarm. Not to save them. The mission wasn't to save civilians. No, they had been evacuated for the distraction. Panicked civilians were much more useful than dead ones under the circumstances.

What was one ( Ala Quin ) screeching tower of nightmare fuel, had become two.

Her new friend stumbled, staggered by the concusive force that whipped by her, the sound of the explosion as it screamed in their ears in stereo, and the sheer sight of such a catastrophe. Naniti stood as still as a statue with her hands up and waited for him to collect himself.

"You-- You're under arrest!" The blaster came back to bear on her again. This time they looked not merely serious, but furious. The indignity. The monstrosity. Her Master had described such encounters before often with a romantic whimsy to them. This one seemed to be a bit too disciplined. Well, her Master had described such 'disappointments' as well.

The Togruta Acolyte smiled in turn. Her fingers had slowly uncurled, and then twitched slightly. A metal collection can sailed across the open air to slam into the man's side.

In the time it took for them to visually check for a second assailant, Naniti had already sprung into motion. Her hands took hold of the weapon and bent it inward quickly as his limb was relaxed in order to pivot freely toward whatever needed shot first from either direction. Naniti thought the gun needed to shoot in the upward direction. Unlike a 'seasoned' Sith full of arrogance, however, she didn't have a pithy one-liner. Just the simple pull of a trigger.

Blue eyes squinted as a series of loud, deep booms filled the air. The Force could protect her hearing, but she could feel the tremors in air and metal under foot alike and it was truly rattling. Then again, the spectacle of the tower collapsing over the city was probably something to behold, but Naniti had work to do. She'd catch the replay on holo later.

How many towers did Lysander von Ascania want her to topple? How many would it take to reach the center of a floating tootsiepop?

The Togruta turned to head toward a nearby gas transition station. That should punch quite a hole in things. How much time would she need to get clear of that, she wondered?

Tag: OPEN

Setting Effect: Second Tower Boom. Who gets third? Bad things always come in at least three!​

 

[Kito]

//: Ayra Lowe //: Mercy //:
//: Attire //:

The freefall was exhilarating. The wind whipping at Kito's face and clothing washed away any of the anxiety she had felt moments before. Below them, the battle churned—others had already arrived, but no clear winner had emerged. The tide was still waiting to be shifted. They were just Padawans, but Kito believed in them. She believed in Ayra.

If this had been a few months ago, she would have thought differently.

Something had changed in her fellow Padawan. Where Kito had once seen a coward, Ayra's presence now pushed back against that impression. The fact that she tried — honestly tried — was enough to curl the Shaper's lips into a smile. It was all Kito ever wanted from someone who watched her back.

They fell closer to the battle. Kito trusted Ayra to handle herself, but securing a safe landing would make things easier. She released the Echani as she tucked her body inward, tightening her posture mid-air. Momentum steadied her as her hand drew the blessed odachi at her side.

As the air kissed the steel, a white-hot inferno blazed along its spine. Kito's descent accelerated, the fire riding her fall. She plunged straight toward a cluster of charging pirates flanked by masked Sith acolytes. Using her momentum, the Shaper swept the blade in a wide arc, cutting through the mass of bodies. Those not felled by the strike would burn in the blade's righteous flame.

Kito's feet scraped against the ground as she landed, sliding into a small clearing that opened around the impact. She waited for Ayra, hoping the girl understood what the K'paur was setting up. They had drawn attention, and Kito raised the odachi as another small wave of invaders charged. She shifted her weight and swung again, the long blade carving through the next few men.

The smell in the air pulled at the edges of her memory, dragging forward the horrors she had once returned home to. The little goat in her arms crying for its mother. Her own tears as the devastation unfolded.

Kito stopped only when the next group of attackers momentarily focused elsewhere. Blood burned on her blade and streaked across her uniform. A brief thought crept in — was she becoming as terrible as the Sith? But when she turned the flat of the blade toward herself, three new glowing etch marks appeared, three more kills added to her penance.

She pulled herself from the memory and looked toward Ayra.

"You alright? We need to stay close. It's not just Sith — there are pirates or hired guns here too."

Kito looked away from her as the waves of battle continued to push forward.

"Watch my back." She paused, exhaling, flames flickering from her lips, feeding the fire that ran along the odachi.

"I trust you."

 

[Lily Decoria]

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

"We should have set patrols up earlier, I didn't think things would progress this quickly. Nor did I think that we would have a demonstration of Sith here ready to fight us." Lily stated as she scanned over the other vanguard soldiers that were with her. This was her first time in the field as a Jedi Knight, working with a group as the one in charge. It wasn't a large group of other Jedi but Lily was still adjusting to the concept that she was now a Knight and could talk and act with more authority than she ever realised that she was lacking. It was strange, Lily didn't think life would change that much when she moved from Padawan to Knight but seeing and feeling the new authority and levels of respect because her voice came with more experience, more understanding of life as a Jedi than people saw Padawans having.

It was a good, but strange sensation. A stark reminder that Lily was going to be able to do things differently from how she operated as a Padawan. There were going to be more missions she would be in charge of and more opportunities for Lily to demonstrate her leadership qualities. Something that she hadn't thought about working on till this mission and opportunity came knocking at her door.

"Don't fret too much over this. Sure, you could have done more but no one was thinking this was going to happen today. What are we going to do now that it has happened thought?" One of the Jedi Vanguards that Lily was working with, they were clearly a little more experienced in this than Lily but she appreciated the kind works and gentle coaching. Move on, don't linger on the errors, focus on what was necessary next.

Bowing her head in a respectful thank you, Lily then turned to the others, "we need to be the front line, pushing the Sith and their allies back. Evac will be working and saving the civilians and getting them out of here so this doesn't result in mass civilian casualty. However, they will need us to keep them safe while doing so. Making sure the Sith regret ever coming here and fighting like this." Lily stated, finding some confidence, some bite to her tone as she talked to the other Jedi. "To do that, you guys need to head out to that direction," Lily pointed in an eastern direction, "I will take this way and cover you. If I am sensing things right, I am pretty sure that the more dangerous opposition."

It was not factual, the danger was equally dangerous in every direction but Lily felt more confident in handling things on her own and covering the rear of her squad so they could go face a potential easier threat as a larger group. The loss of her squad when fighting Darth Carnifex lingered in her mind as well since Lily now found herself never wanting to be the one who got her squad wiped out because Lily sent them to fight a danger they were not ready to fight. Better to struggle alone than to watch everyone she was working with perish.

Grabbing her cross-guard Lightsaber, Lily ignited the blade and made her way forward towards the danger that she was sensing all around her now. "Just got to make sure we can push them back." Lily muttered to herself as she moved through the alleyways of the city. Her silver eyes scanning around and her ears perked for danger that was around them.

After twirling her blade, pointed it towards someone that she knew was here to cause trouble. No one wearing armour like that was here to help nor were they simply a civilian. "Best you take those here with you and leave. This is not a fight you and your Sith friends can win." Lily stated, knowing that she needed to at least offer a chance to end the conflict before launching into an attack. This was someone who could potentially be talked down. They could also not be, but Lily would never know until she tried.

 

[Zefgahld Qojex]

OOC: Caden Larsen Forgive me - I couldn't recall your Discord username and I suck so much at navigating Discord that I lost track of who says what exactly where across multiple threads... I only use it when I must for a reason, haha. But, you may use one or more of your Padawans to aid me/tag along as you see fit. I'll start off dashing past your section into and alley and further on towards the Sorosuub laboratory. From there... The magic begins.

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

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

Objective: Sorosuub Research Center Blueprints/Schematics

Zefgahld didn't quite crap her pants when the intense screeching of a falling tower overwhelmed everything, but she came close! (she could see the tower's tip vanish behind buildings between her and it, before it fell into... Silence, probably over the side of the city's platform and into the gas giant... Ala Quin ) The brief screeching echoed through the entire orbital platform's length, but it was a close, ear-wrenching call (ha ha...)! She shivered as she silently lamented the loss of Force-knows-how-many civilians and local guards for naught but a moment. Dashing out from beneath an awning pocked through with scorch marks and holes from blasterfire, she skirted past corpses of varied life, keeping as close to the sides of the buildings as possible, when the bizarre sight of a charging Aqualish caught her out of the corner of her eye just as she was about to exit another alley; the two toppled to the ground, and the Amaran's sensitive nose caught the horrible scent of something illicit coming from between the Quara's massive green-gray tusks - a male, she noted, based on his physique as he began to raise himself upright, straddling her. Fortunately, she hadn't dropped the Givin's lightsaber that she had procured and one arm, while bruised in the fall, wasn't pinned.

The scent from his hoarse breaths was foul and sour and greasy, thick graying hair trailed around his sweaty face as he roared, driving his thick, clawed fingers into the fabric of the Amaran's shoulder and down towards her sternum, as though, in his spice-hazed state, he was intent on ripping into her chest to pull out her heart! The Amaran screamed, her dyed hair shifting over the duracrete as she shifted her head back, legs and tail flailing uselessly.

Snap-hiss-hum-VMMMM!

Instinctively pressing her fingers to the lightsaber's activation plate, she flailed her arm in resistance. The blood-red blade ignited just above the dull, tan duracrete, glowing brilliantly as the scarlet blade shifted harshly to one side, cutting off the Quara-Aqualish's feral snarl into a grunt of shock!

The scent of burnt Nerf leather, clothing and the acrid stink of scorched meat met the Amaran's twitching nostrils as she turned sharply to one side, gagging in disgust, even as she lifted a finger from the weapon's activation plate, the blade extinguishing with a srrhhhp!

Zefgahld shuddered as the Aqualish's still-trembling upper body fell face-first, falling just to one side of her head to smack against the duracrete solidly. Ash, thick, viscous yellow semisolid fluid (no one wanted to know), blood and the cauterized length and varied sections of broken wormlike entrails shifted along the fox alien's formerly urban camouflage-colored light armor. She clipped the Givin's curved lightsaber hilt to her wet, gore-spattered bandolier with a shaking hand, before raising the hand to check her shoulder.

While the claws marks were agonizing and staining her dyed fur, her shirt and her armor with her blood, THAT incident could have gone vastly, vastly worse... Again, she was lucky to be alive! She rolled to one side, grabbing her fallen E-11 as she did so, slapping in another ammo cartridge from a section of her bandolier before she sprung to her feet. From around the corner of a barricaded home, another mercenary shifted her face out, then confidently stepped into view, her form massive; a ghost-white female Wookiee with brilliant orange eyes, an ample chest crossed over with multiple bandoliers, knives and a some poor Falleen's shrunken head leveled a silver bowcaster at Zefgahld. The Amaran's arm extended sharply as the bowcaster fired!

The bowcaster's brilliant yellow bolt shot past the Amaran's head by a micron, burning away the tufted fur of her left cheek and singeing the flesh beneath painfully. (The fur would eventually grow back, thank the Light) For the Wookiee, there was no second shot; she may have shot first, but it mattered little - the Amaran's swift arm motion had loosed the Gran's leather-wrapped dagger. The thick black metal sank into the she-Wookiee's furred breast, cutting through one of her knife-laden bandoliers as she stumbled backwards and howled in fury, gazing with shock down at the thick blade that had pierced her chest and fumbling with her bowcaster. The bandolier fell down to the ground below her as she roared and began to reach for a pistol at her side with a free hand.

The Amaran charged forward with a snarl - that had hurt her cheek! This monster couldn't be allowed to get another head-trophy!

Snap-hiss-hum!

Zefgahld had been trained in fencing, but she had merely lost her temper at this point and the adrenaline got to her as a result of nearly having had her face blown off! A single bolt struck her uninjured shoulder as she charged to close the distance! Zef's resulting slashes with the Givin's scarlet blade hummed fiercely and haphazardly, and the defiantly roaring Wookiee was first decapitated, then lost her bowcaster arm and was finally cut off at the knees before the Amaran's burst of energy had worn off.

The blade vanished from sight and the Amaran could see the larger battle's edges a block and a half away. She had to be VERY careful now. She glanced in the direction of three young Padawans, who may or may not have seen her encounter with the Wookiee, before she ducked back into the shadows. The Sorosuub laboratory was nearby, and she had a plan to clear out the building's remaining security forces...

 

[Acier Moonbound]

Location: Genarius - Edic Bar

Equipment:
Field Gear | Lightsaber | Cybernetic Arm

The pod door blew open and the Sith crawled out like she'd been born in wreckage. The first thing he noticed was that she was tall, lean, with lightning flickering off her skin like it was trying to escape her body. Her yellow eyes were bright with the kind of hunger Ace knew far too well.

He didn't move, twitch, or reach for his lightsaber. Ace just looked at her with a slow, assessing look that stripped someone down to their essentials. Her stance, her grin, the loose way she held the lightsaber.

Ace's expression didn't change. Then he felt the prosthetic at his side twitch once, fingers spasming involuntarily, the servos whining like something dying. He ignored it. He'd fought in worse shape.

Then she pointed her lightsaber at him, casual, like this was a game.

He lifted his chin slightly, just enough to look like he was done being polite.

"As long as you can keep up." He shot back, tone even.

He didn't raise his voice. Didn't posture. He simply stepped once toward her, enough to put himself fully between her and the civilians huddled behind the wreckage he'd thrown them behind.

Then he heard... something? A screech? It was a long, violent, bone-deep cry of metal ripping across the entire city. It echoed up through the deck, through the supports, through Ace's boots and spine. Civilians flinched. Dust rained down from a fractured beam overhead.

Ace didn't flinch. His eyes remained locked on her like a predator. He unhooked his lightsaber with a practiced flick of his right wrist, the organic one, and the blue blade burst to life with a sharp snap-hiss.

The moment it ignited, a faint spark jumped in his prosthetic forearm. It was almost a sensation. A flicker of something trying to come back.

He flipped the lightsaber into a reverse grip, blade angled behind him. Shien. His silhouette changed in an instant, less open, more coiled, built to catch and punish incoming strikes. It was the best he could do with his off-hand.

"You want a fight? Work for it." He said, daring her to strike first.

Vestra Tane​

 

[Balun Dashiell]

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

"Son'uva bish!" Balun cursed between clenched teeth as the fire from Sith-Imperial forces intensified, too much for one man to resist, no matter how acclimated to warfare. He quickly ducked and weaved back behind cover once more, his gaze drawn to the squad of underequipped Security Officers who were struggling to retreat, sheltering behind the cover of stationary vehicles and streetside architecture.

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

Amidst the heightened chaos of battle, a deep rumble reverberated through the street, followed by a delayed explosion. It had sounded like it had come from the direction of the Spaceport. For a split second, he could have sworn that he had felt Cerys Dyn once more, her presence in the force strengthening for only a moment before it vanished.

Balun and his temporary squad had been meant to head that way, yet it seemed now they were more urgently required than before. Priorities, however, forced him to consider the consequences of leaving an active rogue force user like Jorryn Fordyce on the battlefield. His heart argued that, in that explosion, something may have happened to Cerys, and this was his opportunity to come to her aid.

"Kark me", he muttered under his breath, making his decision in that moment to fall back and cover the retreating squad as he did so. Bringing his lightsaber to bear once more, he moved to run several steps ahead of the cover before turning and preparing himself to deflect the incoming fire, attempting to keep him pinned down.

"Pick up the pace!" he shouted to the others, "I've got you!" he urged the six personnel who were just behind him. All six of the officers jumped into action, leaving the rubble that kept them covered and moving from shelter to shelter in a bid to avoid being shot in the back, yet Balun couldn't take his eyes off of the advancing forces for fear of losing his concentration.

They certainly didn't look like pirates, uniformed and armoured, unlike your usual scavenger or raider. Whoever these people were, they had landed with a vengeance and thirst for death that Balun recognised came from a certain degree of professional training. Military perhaps, but he didn't have a moment spare to study their tactics long enough to confirm.

He shielded himself with precise and fluid handling of the Lightsaber, his form arguably graceful if it weren't required to stave death from his door. He was a practised swordsman, more so than he was a gifted force user, but while he held the weapon in his right hand, he reverted to firing off several shots from his Blaster Pistol every chance he had. His breathing staggered, yet his mind had fallen into a routine trance, a conditioned state that came with hours spent in the dojo. "Moving meditation", some referred to it. Not thinking but feeling through his sensory connection in the Force; Reacting to every ethereal whisper of guidance.

Blocking and deflecting every bolt was an impossibility, but those he did were otherwise destined to hit himself or come close to gunning down the officers retreating behind him. Gradually, the security personnel were leaving him behind while he continued to pace backwards, never running but steadily falling back to avoid being surrounded on all sides.

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

"Speech"
'Thought'​

 

[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

The turbolift came to a halt. An almost ridiculous sound of ordinarity and calmness in what was going in the city, standing in stark contrast to what was happening and what was going to take place in mere moments. A machine working as intended, doing what it was made to do and yet it was bringing forth something that did not care for its workings, that would now actively try to destroy it.

He felt their presence before the turbolift reached its destination. Their resolve, their fear and their affection? Love? Friendship? It mattered little. One, the stronger, Force signature He recognised, the memory of Enarc not too distant, its fight not too indifferent to have completely moved on already. Sith goals were fleeting, memories brief, the past a weakness that had to be overlooked. Imperius did not count Himself into that thought though. He was as much Sith as He was any other interpretation of ancient dogma. Those two ahead . . . they belonged to the worst of it, their faith in their righteousness keeping them safe from realising their own ignorance.

With a hiss the doors of the lift opened, smoothly and completely according to their workings.

Imperius stepped out, the sound of His sabatons hitting the floor echoing forth as the steps of a titan that would topple the world. Today that was quite literally His intention.

He was a colossus in pitch black armor, from head to toe plated that was adorned with a fine golden trim. The left pauldron was a screaming dragon, fashioned in the image of the Zakuulan god Izax. A red surcoat was draped over His frame, tucked below the sword belt that held Valoris and two old looking lightsabers. His winged helmet with its matte vizor stared at the two who He found in front of Himself.

"Reingard." His voice came forth, a mixture of biological and metaphysical echo reaching the two.

The Sword of Shiraya. A noble defender, strong and stalwart, a typical specimen of what the Jedi and their petty offshoots would consider perfect and impressive. His presence was formidable, reinforced by an unwavering resolve and potent martial skill. A true warrior that had shown his skill in the fight they had in that chapel, resourceful and decisive. A waste.

Then there was the other presence, bright and yet dim, Light and yet tainted by the impurity of emotions reigning over sanity.

"A warrior like yourself wastes his talents to achieve nothing. What are you even fighting for? Peace? Peasants? Pride? The illusion your orders tells itself that is 'balance'? An idea only a child could have, one innocent and ignorant of reality."

Imperius' vioce was rasp and cold, an omen from a forgotten time, a fallen god that once was believed in and now walked among those that deserted Him to enact unrelenting vengeance.

Slowly He stepped forward, calm and measured.

 

[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

She ran towards the spire as the ship slammed into it cracking it, and to add insult to injury the demon sent the howling screams of the crew aboard to Tamsin's mind. It cackled in her mind as it did so, Tamsin wasn't going to make it having to weave in and out of battle and through corridors. Her eyes fixated on the spire as cracked and crumbled.

She didn't want this; she knew she would have to kill this day but not like this. She never wanted this mass carnage. She kept pushing on doing her best to keep her eyes on the spire. Her heart breaking at all the lives her demon had taken needlessly. She managed to hold back the tears she wanted to shed.

She could see where the tower was going to fall and it would only be more death because of her, the thing inside her. Why did it have to do this? Why did it have to be like this? But as she ran, she saw the tower contort and twist strangely. Causing her to stop her run as groaning and screeching poisoned her ears with noise pollution. She reached up and covered her ears with her hands as her eyes stayed on the spire as lifted and ejected itself off the city platform.

The voice in her head stopped cackling and then spoke in her mind.

"Don't shed a tear, we liberated them from war. Be proud you freed them." It snickered more to itself than to Tamsin. "Isn't that what we want a galaxy free from the cycle of war? We can do it one life at time."

Tamsin started to breathe heavily at the thought of what the Demon wanted to do. She gulped back hard and pushed herself forward, rounding a corner. Coming to some of the debris left behind from the spire ripped from the city. She saw the silhouette of a woman standing on a roof looking towards where the spire flown off to.

Her steps slowed as she looked towards the woman on the roof something inside her not the demon gave her a feeling that she knew the woman. She was still a ways off where she couldn't yet make out a face but she still knew she had seen that woman on the roof somewhere.

"Who is she?" Tamsin spoke out loud to no one. Yet a voice in her head answered back.

"Our enemy." It would know Ala Quin anywhere.

Spoiler

TLDR
1. Running to the train wreck
2. Talking to myself

 

[Blade Ice]

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

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He stopped in his walk a little ways past the bodies of the soldiers as he heard that all to familiar hum of a lightsaber behind him. His left hand slid into the left side pocket of his old tatter jacket as his right moved into the jacket behind his back. He then looked over his right shoulder behind him back at the jedi with the green lightsaber.

"I believe even the most pacifist of Jedi believe self-defense justified." He had to admit to himself he had never really met a pacifist Jedi but he heard they existed somewhere. "They had guns pointed at me, and itchy trigger fingers. I'm just fella looking for a drink, so it was completely justified."

Blade finally turned to face the jedi as he did the right hand behind his back pulled two cylinders free from his belt. "But I get it, really, I do. I'm the big bad sith and you gotta Jidai." He moved his right hand from behind his back holding the two unignited sabers in his hand. His left hand still lingered in his left pocket wrapped around a spherical object.

"Name's Blade Ice by the way. What's yours kid? I like to know the names of the Jidai I am about to kill." A cocky smirk crossed his face as his burning orange sulfuric eyes stared down the jedi with the green saber. "Or we could hold off, go find a cantina get a few drinks then fight it out proper pissed."