The depth of Donovia [GR dominion for Donovia]

[Mantic Dorn]

Objective D
Location: Mining tunnels
Allies: [member="Rafeesh"] [member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Captain Keeli"] [member="Dagos Nasscar"]
Enemies: [member="Lord Mythos"] [member="Dar Moraal"]
17/20

This was not the first time Mantic had experienced Sith lightning. in fact, he had been the victim of it from far more powerful sith in the past. The manifastation of it was perhaps not as impressive as that of [member="Lord Mythos"] or other dark lords of the sith, but it was still a remonder of the darkness that they were dealing with.

While Mantic was caught by the lightning he pulled up hiss aber to catch most of it into its green beam, it was a technique he had mastered while still training on absorbing the actual energy into his body. And thus his lethal attack that would have had the acolyte impaled was aborted. He grinned in pain as some of the lightning stretched out and embraced his upper arm before he twitched his hand letting a force barrier turn the rest of it away.

"Listen darkling, I will offer you a chance to stand down and yield. There is nothing glorious about dying for the sake of the darkness, do not press this." Mantic then spoke. He had no qualms destroying [member="Dar Moraal"] for what he was, but he had proven more difficult to defeat then Mantic had liked. Speed was of the essence and there was other threats down here that needed his attention. Time was running out.

 

[Dagos Nasscar]

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Location: Surface of Donovia​

Objective: Defend the Planet and the Republic​

Allies: The Galactic Republic & Allies of the Galactic Republic​

Enemies: Enemies of the Galactic Republic, [member="Lord Mythos"]​

Post: [ 02/20 ]​

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Dagos' troops had made it to the surface where they were greeted by the Jar'Kai fighters. According to a few rumours the man had heard, they were amazing Sith soldiers and most likely worthy enemies for elite warriors who the Senate Guard were. It would either be a noble fight which would be remembered by the whole Galactic Republic or would end up with Dagos getting fired from his position as the Captain of the Senate Guard. Rather dangerous, he had to note.​

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He took a moment to look at the Jar'Kai before he would nod and say, "Now's the time. Have courage, fight for your faction!" He took a deep breath before he himself would lead the squad to battle. He was wearing the typical blue Senate Commando armour, just like everybody else in the squad. It was likely that the enemies had some kind of a more durable armour, but what they had had to do. They weren't able to change their equipment now.​

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Since they were on open plains, there was not a lot to hide behind so they had to be able to fight without a lot of protection. They would manage if they were completely focused, Dagos thought.​

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They wouldn't open fire before their enemies were close enough. And once they would be there, the man would give the order to fire at will. And even though his unit didn't have the best weapons in existence, he thought perhaps they would be able to make the best out of them.​

 

[Corvus Raaf]

[Post11/20]​

The dull buzz of voices pulled Corvus out of the blackness. At first she heard the voices only as garbled nonsense, the rise and fall of pitch and timbre, not words. The stabs of pain in her ribs, head, and nose sharpened as her mind began to clear.

When she remembered what had happened, she forced her eyes open and looked on dim surroundings. Overhead lights cast only a slight glow. She tried to focus through blurry vision. Her head throbbed with pain.

More words, something about a mother, a hyperspace course.

She was on the floor, propped against a wall. Her hands were bound behind her back, the bonds cutting into the skin of her wrists. Small items lay scattered on the deck. She stared at them a long while before she realised that they were hypos.

She heard another hypo discharge and its empty cylinder hit the floor. She looked up and around. She saw an elaborate instrument panel, four swivel seats, a large viewport that showed stars and open space.

She was on a ship, in a cockpit.

On the bulkhead above the viewport, he saw the star-burst symbol of a large red cross.

She was on a medical supply ship.

"She's awake," said a coarse voice from off to the side.

A large form stepped before her and blocked her view. She squinted through the pain and focused on worn boots, a ragged cloak, tattered clothing, a lightsaber hilt hanging from a belt. Glancing up, she looked into the blotchy, bearded face and wild eyes of the Sith she'd fought before.

 

[Dar Moraal]

Bowing respectfully he replies "I know when I am beaten. I wish you succeed in your endeavors" he walked off slowly tapping his wrist. It readied his ship to leave. He had no more business here. At least not until he had a bit more power. Grinning at the thought he continued on.

 

[Mythos]

Objective: Face the Senate Guard
Enemies: [member="Mantic Dorn"] @Rafeesh @Dagos Nasscar
Allies: [member="Dar Moraal"] The Jar'Kai
Location: Open Fields of battle.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w_QpeID9SyU

The roar of battle... it was glorious.

The Jar'Kai moved in from the hills locking eyes with their soon to be enemies yet Mythos raised an eyebrow when the guard did not fire from their positions knowing they had an clear shot to his troops. "Spearhead formation, Krayt fire, Move!"

Mythos ordered the troops to the previously trained formations and soon they started charging in a triangle wedge formation with the guard of the Jar'Kai leading the spearhead, the sentinels fell at the very back and the bulwark moved closely tailing the guard and leading the sentinels. They acted as one, they moved as a single formation yet individually set upon a task that they already knew to be ordered. Thee would be fire and hell very soon... every single soldier knew this...especially the bulwark.

They charged forward at swift speeds yet halted at a few yards when Mythos raised his fist over his head and the leading Jar'Kai took a kneel with their wrist weapons ready to be activated. Behind them the bulwark raised their hands as they called upon the force to prepare them for what they were about to execute, behind them the sentinels prepped their rifles and locked upon high priority targets such as captains and lieutenants that the republic had been foolish enough not to make more difficult to identify.

The second before Mythos lowered his fist seemed eternal, he opened his palm in the sky signaling the flamethrowers to ignite from the forward line, then his hand extended forward signaling the bulwark to begin manipulating the wall of hell that was unleashed and together form a massive ball of fire and darkside energy in front of them, slowly building and getting bigger. It took some time for the ball to become the hellion that it was supposed to be... yet the jar'kai would remain unflinching even under fire.

"Now! Break off!"

The Guard split in two horned flanks seeking to pincer the senate guard from both sides and left Mythos alone to control the supernova of fire that had been created. He held both of his hands forward and pushed the ball of fire like a boulder gaining speed to his enemies and using the fireball as an artificial front line. The Hammer was the fireball, the Anvil was the Jar'Kai that sought to flank them from behind and push them into the nova of flame, before it flew however Mythos let it have blast of sith lightning that covered all of it.... What resulted was a thunderball of fire and the force.

 

[Rafeesh]

Objective D
Location: Mining tunnel
Allies: [member="Mantic Dorn"]
Enemies: [member="Dar Moraal"] [member="Lord Mythos"]
12/20

Rafeesh stopped as his master proved himself to overpower the attack. He listened as the Jedi spoke to the Sith. Surrender was an option, if only the dark-sider would see that. Rafeesh was certain that they could defeat this little dark one. He did not have the strength that the man's master had. Rafeesh's attention however was diverted with the outpouring of the Force nearby. He could sense the strength of the Dark side. That would have to be Mythos. Had the man gained so much power so soon? The last time they had met Rafeesh had thought of him as merely one of the many Sith who wished to emulate the old Sith, pretend that they had the power.

Now though, now Rafeesh could feel that the man had come into full strength. He wondered however, if the Sith could handle it. Rafeesh knew of some old techniques for gaining power, some of which almost always ended in the unprepared being destroyed by it. That was the nature of the Dark side, a time bomb that would go off no matter what. It was a question of how long one could hold off the inevitable and how much they could accomplish in that time.

Rafeesh looked to Mantic, to see what his master would do in the current circumstance.

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Objective D
Location: Mining tunnels
Allies: [member="Rafeesh"] [member="Corvus Raaf"] [member="Captain Keeli"] [member="Dagos Nasscar"]
Enemies: [member="Lord Mythos"] [member="Dar Moraal"]
18/20


Mantic felt his shoulders slump as [member="Dar Moraal"] made his getaway. He was not comfortable allowing the young acolyte disappear back into the abyss that was the dark side if the force.
He needed to explain his chosen course of action to his padawan, especially this padawan.

He quickly turned to [member="Rafeesh"]

"Mercy is a good trait, but do not confuse what happened here with that trait. I chose to let the darkling go because we need to focus on the greater evil. Sometimes there is no choice but compromise..." Mantic tried. He could only hope his word made sense in [member="Rafeesh"] s ears. Regardless, for now ithad to do.

He reached out, sllowing the force to flow through him, to guide him. The many paths rushed forth, the many crossroads cut off. Finally, only a few options remained...

"[member="lord mythos"]" he whispered.

"This way..." he pointed and leapt forward surprising an atrisian soldier that was left headless in Mantics wake.

"He is heading for the surface, we must try and intercept!" he instructed with a strong voice to help his padawan follow suit.

 

[Rafeesh]

Objective D
Location: Mining tunnel
Allies: [member="Mantic Dorn"]
Enemies: [member="Lord Mythos"]
13/20

Rafeesh nodded as he began moving towards where he could sense the old Sith master was. He wondered if Mantic was afraid of this enemy. Mythos was certainly more powerful than he had been when Rafeesh had last met him. He admitted to himself that he was somewhat afraid of this new enemy. He wondered if the dark influence would break his resolve to the light.

He was still a padawan, he wondered how many others had to go through this sort of thing. It would certainly make him stronger if he survived. At least he hoped it would.

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Location: Donovia Space port
Objective: A / E
Allies: GR, Jedi
Enemies: OS baddies?

[1 / 20]

"Check out that."

Travot turned his emerald-eyed gaze to the where the other padawan pointed his finger. If Travot thought that his ship was teetering on the edge of usuability, the ship he was staring at had already fallen off the cliff and into a trash compactor. The jedi eyed the smashed up sensor dish and partially cut through hull, beginning to calculate how many credits he thought would be needed to repair it to a somewhat usuable condition.

"That's an impressively beat up ship..." muttered Travot.

"What? Well, yes...it is that...but I meant the guy that went up the ship's ramp. You saw him, didn't you?"

Travot glanced briefly at the ramp, and then at Jer'clr, "Nope."

"By the maker..."

"Sorry, I can't help it that I'm a ship guy."

The stout rodian shook his head, "Sometimes I wish you weren't...but then I'd have to hitch a ride with someone else who knows how to fly."

A smile flickered across Ravenna's face, "So who did you see?"

"A man in a dark-colored robe..."

"Not too uncommon..."

"With a lightsaber on his belt..."

"Still not too uncommon in this age,.." quipped Travot.

Jer'clr eyed Travot silently. Travot shrugged.

"If you think he's suspicious, we can check him out...."

"Thanks."

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Location: Donovia Space Port
Objective: A / E
Allies: GR, Jedi
Enemies: OS baddies?

[ 2 / 20 ]

The two jedi crept closer towards the battered freighter. Travot gingerly edged forward, with his hand on his saber's hilt, with Jer'clr trailing in his wake. He briefly stopped, reaching out through the Force to feel for any presence. he could easily feel Jer'clr's nervous energy alongside him, but as he reached through the Force's currents to wander freighter, he was more struck but what he didn't feel. It didn't feel him that anyone was in the ship...but still, it felt that something was not quite right...something not there, that should have been there. He tapped a button on his hilt's activation stud. The short turquoise blade sprang to life with its characteristic hum. He deftly moved the saber to his midline to enter a basic centerguard stance as he walked up the freighter's ramp. Behind him, he heard Jer'clr's yellow-bladed saber activate.

His eyes peered into the freighter's hold, eying the jumbled crates with their bolts of cloth pouring out across the floor. Even though he tried to be quiet, every inch he took seemed to reverberate through the entire ship louder than wampas at a rave party. Ravenna winced as he finally took a step onto the ship's grated floor. A disembodied voice speaking a foreign tongue to flood Travot's ears. He winced in pain and turned to the rodian jedi, but the other padawan seemed oblivious, if but for a moment. The alien jedi swept his hands in an gesture that sent a crate lid careening through the air and into what Travot had initially thought had been yet another crate of fabric. But this one moved and stumbled wildly under the impact, and Travot felt his hearing return to normal. He eyed the dark-robed man with a mixture of curiousity and fear.

"Who are you?"

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Location: Donovia Space Port
Objective: A / E
Allies: GR, Jedi
Enemies: OS baddies?

[ 3 / 20 ]

"Who am I?" mocked the hooded gaunt being, straightening his spine, "boy, you should have no wandered onto this ship without knowing that..."

"This is the man you saw, right?" said Travot, briefly turning his gaze towards Jer'clr.

"I am no man," retorted the being, flipping part of his loose-fitting cuffs over to reveal pale fingers far too slender and elongated to be those of a huamn, "but it matters not. You die now."

A cylindrical object flew up from the ship's hold and into the being's hand. He tapped the activation stud, causing a topaz colored blade to shoot up towards the ship's ceiling. I know that blade... He turned briefly back to face Jer'clr, but the rodian was laying flat on his back, unconscious. Though Travot could not see pass the shadow-clothed face of his opponent, he could feel his opponent smiling.

"Oh, you didn't expect that I see...you don't really think I'd just show you my hands just to show you not that I'm human, did you?"

Travot frowned, "Darts then? Or some trick of that nature?"

"Well, maybe you'll just have to find out yourself..."

Though he could barely comprehend it, Travot saw a flash of golden light fly at him...

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Location: Donovia Space Port
Objective: A / E
Allies: GR / Jedi
Enemies: OS baddies / the Purple Menace

[ 4 / 20 ]

The tip of Travot's saber flashed to the right, knocking his opponent's thrust to the side. Without thought, Travot channeled a burst of energy through his left hand that sent his opponent stumbling backward with all of the grace of a Bantha dancing a coruscanti waltz on ice. Swathes of fabric flew up in the air in the process, briefly visually obscuring the two from each other. Yet reaching out through the Force, Travot was certain that he could feel the other being's presence. But I can't tell his alignment still...why?. Ravenna closed his eyes and began to concentrate, immersing himself into the currents of the Force and dropping into a Soresu stance. Travot warily stepped to his left as his opponent arose from a pile of crimson fabric.

"I see you have some measure of skill...perhaps you will last longer than I originally anticipated..."

"Who are you?" persisted Travot, "you don't seem wholly evil...but you're not one of us."

"Bah, who I am matters not to you. Who you think I am matters not either. Who I know myself to be is all that really matters here..." replied

"And who is that?"

"The victor."

The tip of the golden blade surged at him once more. Travot caught it with a circular parry, but before he could Force push the being away, his opponent had just as quickly stepped back. Seems like a Makashi practicioner to me...yet, there's something about his lung which doesn't seem as refined as it should be...I wonder...Travot abruptly altered his stance, eschewing the wide base stance of Soresu for a more narrow stance that led with his right foot pointed towards his opponent. He swung his blade forward to point at in emulation of the classic fencing stance of Makashi. He felt a moment of hesitation from his opponent...but suddenly felt a wave of arrogance from the being...but it seemed to mask something else.

"Oh? Are we playing copycat now?"

Travot didn't bother to verbally reply. Instead, he lunged forward. With his blade on its short setting, it wasn't near enough to touch his opponent. Instead, it hovered mere inches from the being's lead foot. Whoever he was started to cackle out of amusement. Travot tapped a button on the hilt, revealing its dual-phase nature. A deeper blue blade broke through the turquoise tip to surge forward towards Ravenna's opponent. As it reached its full length, the blade stuck his opponent's shin. An anguished cry erupted out of the being's way as he backpedalled away from the jedi.

 

[ADM. Reshmar]

Outside Donovia system

Reshmar sat on the bridge of the Monarch reading over the lastest transmissions his crew had intercepted from the battle. He and his battlegroup had one simple mission. Keep reinforcements out. So far his assigned quadrant had been quiet. Nothing had come within ten light years of his position on the outskirts of the Donovia system. Reshmars force was assigned the route from Pirin into the system, and were tasked with stopping anything coming or going. The assignment had been quiet so far. Nothing seemed to be trying to get out in that direction, and until now nothing had tried to get in. That was about to change.

"Admiral, We have contacts droping out of hyperspace bearing 117 by 22. IFF has no read on them. They must not have systems or have them turned off."

Reshmar keyed the controls on his chair and swung it around to where he could look at the large screen at the front of the CIC. He eyed what looked like a cruiser, and escorts now realizing they had not made it to their expected destination. In his gruff voice he began to issue orders.

"Tactical, Paint the lead ship and send a broad band welcome transmission to our new friends. Ask them to kindly turn around and leave."

The crew of the Monarch went about preparing for anything that might come in the next few minutes. The COMM officer had sent out the transmission as ordered but as of yet had gotten no reply. The tactical officer had his crews plotting solutions for all the targets, and began assigning them target analyzed importance.

"Admiral Targeting is making out weight class for the lead ship. It seems to be a twelve million ton cruiser, Indeterminate class sir. It is charging weapons and turning to engage now."

Reshmars chair swung around to the tactical station where the computers were tagging, and analyzing the ships in the distance. At least four were cruisers, and another seven smaller escorts. They would most likely be moving troops into Donovia. That was not happening today. Reshmar rolled his eyes as the advanced displays listed the estimated power and threat of each target. The cruisers were of course the main problem, but the smaller ships were certainly over gunned. They had power signatures in a class he had seldom seen in ships that size.

"Captain Turn us around and show them out broadside. We have their T crossed now lets use that to our advantage."

The massive destroyer slowly began to turn as did the escorting cruiser and frigate setting up a firing line of broadsides tot he ships now trying to get into some sort of tactical position.

"Guns free Captain"

said Reshmar as he swung his chair back to the large forward view screen to watch the show. In unison the five ships of Reshmar's batlegroup let loose a flurry of fire that lit up the darkness of space. The ships in the distance were out of position, and caught mid maneuver when the wall of turbolaser and ion fire hit them. One of the smaller ship immediately exploded as its shields buckled under the onslaught. It must have been a transport of some other light vessel. Reshmar closed his eyes as he thought of the men and women who just died. He wished they had just turned and ran.

"Concentrate fire on the cruisers. We made out point, lets hit them where they need it."

1/20

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Location: Donovia Space Port
Objective: A / E
Allies: GR / Jedi
Enemies: OS Baddies / the "Purple Menace"

[ 5 / 20 ]

Travot watched with muted anticipation as the other duelist stumbled into the semblance of another guard stance, but with his lead foot reversed. Travot's eyes briefly flickered down to eye the wound he had inflicted, yet it was obscured from his view by either the shadows or the tatters of the being's robes. Still, Travot could see a noticeable limp as his opponent ambled towards him. As he looked up into the shadowy cowl, Travot felt a pulsating wave of anger emanate from it towards him. The golden-bladed saber in front of him wavered before it whirling towards his head in an anger-enhanced hacking motion. Travot's delicate fencing guard fell under the assault, and he found himself retreating under the being's aggressive assaults. Travot's own stance changed from his practiced Makashi to his baseline Soresu. He whipped his blue blade around to intercept and deflect the being's rage-fueled assault. He imagined that their blades would seem to be a whirlwind of flashing light if there was anyone to observe them.

His strikes are becoming less powerful and slower...Is he that badly injured? Or is there something else at play? Is the rage perhaps receding? The being in front of him abruptly halted his attack and switched off the saber's activation stud. He tossed the deactivated saber towards Travot's feet. It clattered on the deck grating to rest mere inches from his feet. The jedi frowned.

"Are you giving up?"

"No."

before Travot could fully comprehend the puzzle in front of him, he found himself instinctively taking a step back. As he did so, a beam of golden light shot out from Jer'clr's saber to where his foot had once been. His eyes narrowed. Sneaky...The saber flew back into the air towards the gaunt being. Travot pointed his left forearm at the being as he triggered his lanvorak's firing mechanism. A trio of metal disks whirled through the air to embed themselves into the being's chest. The dark apprentice let out another howl of pain as he clutched his chest.

"You're just full of surprises...aren't you..."

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Location: Donovia Space Port
Objective: A / E
Allies: GR / Jedi
Enemies: OS Baddies / the "Purple Menace"

[ 6 / 20 ]

"You're hurt," observed Travot, abruptly curtailing his tongue.

"What? You just expect me to surrender just like that..."

"That was not the implication I was going to go for..."

"I would tell you to save your breathe," gasped the being, "but I need to start saving my own."

The yellow blade flashed around once more, but for the first time in a long while, it was not towards the jedi. Instead, the dark apprentice cut part of his own cloak and hastily wrapped it around his torso before tying it in a sloppy knot. Trying to stop the bleeding, maybe? He felt a pique of curiousity emanate from the shrouded apprentice as he pointed towards the jedi's arm.

"That is no jedi weapon..."

"It is a tool, no more, no less."

The dark apprentice barked a laugh, "Spoken like a true Sith. Perhaps we have more in common than I thought, young one. Maybe if the powers that be allow it, we'll meet again."

 

[ADM. Reshmar]

Outside Donovia System

The Monarchs guns lanced out at the ships in the the distance. Beside her the two cruisers sent out volley after volley of ion and turbolaser fire. The pirate ships in the distance had finally moved into a position where they could return fire, but It was going to be too little too late. The lead ship in the enemy formation had taken the brunt of the punishment, and was now seeing its shielding weakened to the pint of failure. The three other cruisers had taken the opportunity to use it as a shield, and move into a better arc to bear down on the Monarch. One of the cruisers even had a hypervelocity cannon somehow grafted into its spine and was slamming the Monarch with a continuous steam of projectiles.

"Captain have the gunners bracket that cruiser and once they get a solution let them have everything we can throw at it."

Reshmar turned around once again to look at the view screen at the ships in the distance. The smaller ships had managed to move into position, and lay down a wall of fire protecting the larger ships from the fighters and bombers the Monarch was launching. The small ships also had heavy turbolasers which were now bearing down on Reshmar's group.

"Commander Lewis, have you bombers swing around behind those escorts, and see if you can not draw some fire. The have the bomber wing punch through and finish them."

The human sounded off with a quick "Yes sir" then went to dealing with the command of the ships fighter wing. The ships captain was managing the fire control of the battle group personnely now, calling targets as they came open and their arcs changed. One of the cruisers had moved too far from behind the one it had been using as a shield, and as the captain saw this had the two cruisers concentrate their fire on it. The ships shields rippled as the torrent of energy slammed into it. The two remaining ships hiding behind the foremost cruiser lost their barrier as the cruisers shields gave way and the power of the Monarchs guns ripped into it hull. A flash lit up space as the ships magazine was hit cracking it open, and setting of a chain reaction as the internal atmosphere ignited sending fire through the ship and cracking it apart. The ball of fire lasted a moment as the oxygen and any combustible materials were burn away and the vacuum of space fought to contain it. The flames went out and the burnt wrecked hull of what was once the lead cruiser was left in several large chunks.

"Captain kill that hypervelocity cannon now!"

Reshmar ordered as he looked over the current shield level. The gun had pounded the ship badly for over three minutes now, and if something was not done soon, the monarch my well face the fate of the pirate ship now drifting out away from the battle.

2/20

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Location: Donovia Space Port
Objective: A / E
Allies: GR / Jedi
Enemies: OS baddies / the Purple Menace

[ 7 / 20 ]

A frown creased through Travot's face. He's thinking that he's going to escape this? As battered as he is on a broken ship like this? Travot's eyes darted to a spherical object clutched in the being's hand. Noticing Travot's attention to it, the dark apprentice swept it back and placed his lightsaber between the two force-users.

"I can't imagine us meeting again if you blow us all up," muttered Travot, "especially with that crate behind you."

Travot felt a brief spurt of confusion and apprehension seize the dark apprentice's mind. Travot seized the opportunity to throw a force push into the being that caught his chest, knocking him into the thick bulkhead behind him. Ravenna heard the distinct sound of bones breaking as the being crumpled onto the ground. Travot stretched out his hand towards the spherical object and ripped it from the being's grasp. The blinking object soared into his grasp. Travot quickly slid the switch, deactivating the thermonuclear detonator. The being groaned as he lurched onto his feet.

"And here I thought that you needed any more toys..."

"I don't think you need this...toy."

"I think that...most...other's...don't...need...toys-"

Before Travot would let the faltering apprentice talk more, he attempted to push him consciousness into the apprentice's mind. His initial shock entry into the being caught the dark apprentice offguard, but Travot quickly felt a desperate resistance whell up in the being's mind. He saw a flash of fantastical images flash through the dark apprentice's mind. He could feel how steeped the being's mind was in the hate and entrapment of the dark side. He quickly caught hold of one memory that almost flashed past his perception, and struggled to pull it up to the apprentice's mind.

A line from an instructor of some sort in the Muun's distant past...

No back-talk is allowed...

Travot felt an immediate backlash against the intrusion, but the resistance seemed to lessen more and more as the being's breathing became more labored. Travot kept pulling up past memories to try and dominate the muun's thoughts from the present situation. Finally the resistance ebbed to standstill as the being became unconscious. Travot quickly withdrew his mind from the man, stretched out his hand once more towards the apprentice's body. The cylindrical hilt of Jer'clr's saber flew into his left hand. Travot promptly clipped it to his utility belt.

"Now to clean up this mess..."

 

[ADM. Reshmar]

Outside Donovia System

The Monarch found its target and let loose all she had at the ship beating at her shields. Turbolasers found their mark beating on the shielding of the cruiser. The power draw of the hypervelocity cannon turned out to be its glass jaw. The gun fired a spread of super accelerated particles, drawing power from the shields, and leaving it weak just as the Monarch bracketed it and sent its full force of fire against it. The ships lights flashed on and off as the shields and hypervelocity cannon fought for power.

"GIve her another round captain"

Reshmar ordered watching the ship in the distance fight itself for power. The hungry velocity cannon won in the end as the shields of the vessel blinked long enough for the heavy turbolasers of the Monarch to dig into its hull. The hypervelocity cannon went silent as the ship took a direct blast scorching its hull and tearing into it. The shields came back online but the cannon had been silenced. Now the vessels had to rely on its less powerful weapon systems.

3/20

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Location: Donovia Space Port
Objective: A / E
Allies: GR / Jedi
Enemies: OS baddies / the Purple Menace

[ 8 / 20 ]

Travot gingerly strode towards the vanquished dark apprentice, half-expecting the muun to rise again to fight off the jedi. yet the body did not stir even as Travot crouched down next to him. Travot pulled out a pair of flimplas zip ties that he normally used to secure various things on his freighter. He secured the apprentice's wrist together quickly before moving down to the feet. As he bound the muun's ankles together, he observed his stab wound to the being's shin. It had seared through the apprentice's boots, binding flesh and leather together before tunneling deep into the body. Travot couldn't be certain, as he did not intimately know muun physiology, but he think that he had severed several nerve endings and tendons to the foot and obliterated a bone. It's a wonder that he was able to move it all. he looked up into the shadowy cowl, finally able to see the pale skin around the muun's obsidian-like eyes. I'll be back...

Travot stood up and strode over to where Jer'clr lay. He knelt down next to his comrade and leaned over him with his ear over the rodian's snout. Still breathing...and at a relatively normal rate...at least for a human...Travot put his index finger on the being's carotid artery to find a pulse strong enough to be easily palpated, but it fluactated wildly. He frowned. Some sort of poison then...since he doesn't seem to have obvious trauma...His eyes scanned the rodian's body, before they fell on the glinting metal of a needle-like objected embedded in the alien's hand.

Instinctively, Travot ripped the poison dart from the hand and tossed it to fall through the deck grating into the ship's innards. He glanced at the hastily disposed needle. Perhaps I shouldn't have down that...but it's done now. Travot immersed himself into the Force and concentrated on Jer'clr's body. He felt something foreign, and began to focus on that. He began to chemically alter what traces of the poison that he could by binding it to the various free ions floating in Jer'clr's plasma. By binding the poison's receptors, he hoped to keep any more of it from acting on the rodian. As he familiarized himself with its feeling, Travot searched through the body to find traces of it attached to various receptors in the rodian's heart. Travot manipulated the Force to rip them from the receptors and dispose of them. As he did so, he became aware that the rodian's heart rate was beginning to become more steady. Some sort of cardiac agent then...

His concentration fell apart as he heard a crashing sound in the next room over. He opened his eyes to see Jer'clr begin to stir into consciousness.

 

[Travot Ravenna]

Location: Donovia Space Port
Objective: A / E
Allies: GR / Jedi
Enemies: OS baddies / the Purple Menace

[ 9 / 20 ]

Travot warily walked towards the room where the Muun had fell. He drew his lightsaber once more, half-expecting the dark apprentice to have regained consciousness and attempt. But as he crossed the thresh hold, he found another figure hovering over the muun. This one wore gray-green battle armor that Travot thought almost looked mandalorian, except that it had been fancifully decorated with a pattern of burning claws; marks Travot knew to be associated with pirates in the outer rim.

"You were the one who beat him," observed the newcomer.

"Perhaps."

"Perhaps? It's almost a certainty," said the armored man, pointing at Travot's legs, "you have his blood on your pants."

"Who are you? A pirate?"

The other man hesitated, "Once upon a time. But don't worry, I'm not here to fight you. Only to find him."

"Why?"

The man took off his helmet to reveal a surprisingly narrow face with crisp green eyes peering out at him. Travot guessed that the other man probably would have been very attractive if not for the jagged scar running down his face. The other man pointed at the scar.

"He gave me this a year ago. I was a House Guard in the Tapani Sector, protecting...well...it doesn't matter now. He killed my charge, and I've gone through great...perhaps even ill-advised...lengths tracking him down. I joined pirates, smuggled illicit goods, all while tracking down leads on this...being. I took the liberty of adding some additional...perhaps more proper restraints to him."

Travot spared a brief glance at the Muun and could see that it was true. His own zip ties had been cast off, replaced with far more secure stun cuffs. As he eyed the muun, he noticed a fresh stream of blood oozing from the apprentice's head. Travot cast his eyes back on the former house guard. The other man hesitated.

"I'll admit to a moment of weakness when I found him here...like this," confessed the armored man, "I just had to let out some steam."

"Gave him another hit, it would look like..."

"He deserved it..."

"Perhaps."

"Well...I'm no jedi," said the man, tossing the stun cuff controls to Ravenna, "but I appreciate the work that you do...even if you beat me to it...."