Public The Eclipse of Natanus [Dark Vergence]

[Darth Carnifex]

"They've breached the hangar."​

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Security cameras caught the intrusion as it unfolded, facial recognition identifying the Jedi that had accompanied the Mandalorians into battle. For the Mandalorians, the cameras cross-reference the vast database that had been compiled by the Sith. They put armor design and symbols up against thousands of others in the span of a few short moments, a list of names followed by clan affiliations scrolled across the data screens. ​

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Sith Troopers and a slew of battle droids barred their passage at every instance, a seemingly neverending stream of bodies, blasters, and metal chassis standing between them and their destination. Blast doors closed and sealed all other avenues through the ship, a single path leading from the bridge to the command deck left open. ​

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Mashiro Hora watched everything unfold without a word, staring blankly at the surveillance screen as the battle continued to unfold. ​

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He was doing as he was told, his master's will overriding any natural instinct or compulsion he might have had to do otherwise. It was somewhat comforting in a sickening way, the reassurance that his actions had been preordained and were being guided by something far greater than himself. Thus was the faith he held in his Eternal Lord, the Supreme Being.​

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"The time draws near," spoke the voice from behind him, "Maneuver your ship towards the center of the system, towards the trinary stars."​

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Hora nodded slowly, "At once, my master."​

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Slowly, inexorably, the ship started to pivot where it was anchored. Its prow turned and turned, slowly angling towards the distant suns of the Natanus system. Engines roared to life with a great rumbling groan, and the ship started to break free from its formation.​

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Kreslin Westwind | Kranak Vizsla | Ki'an Vizsla | Adi'ka Awaud
Cadere | Mig Gred | Caltin Vanagor | Liram Angellus
Sakadi Marathi Sinvala | Mandalorian Prophet ​

 

[Sakadi Marathi Sinvala]

They were ill prepared.

It dawned on her the moment the battlecruiser unleashed its firepower upon the joint-Mandalorian and Silver fleet. The Liberation shook heavily under the assault of the suicidal cultists. It became abundantly clear that, despite the presence of the two escort corvettes, the small vessels of the cultists felt no need to reconsider their tactics or strategies. No, the two destroyers faced the full brunt of the assault.

Her head snapped to the holographic displays on the lowered platforms of the bridge below her. The Silver fleet, merged with the green dots that represented the Mandalorian vessels, was surrounded by red dots. Their crafts were superior, but the cultists' recklessness made up for their disadvantage. She was no fleet admiral, but even she could tell that they would need more than they needed more than what they currently had to win.

"Yes Captain. That was me. And I should be the one to apologize. I know how invasive it feels." She made no eye-contact, her gaze still locked on the now moving black battlecruiser. It was a tool of the Dark side and would be difficult to overcome, even with the Mandalorian assault.

Sakadi clenched her jaw, grinding her teeth for a moment as she considered her possibilities. She was a Jedi, an instrument of the Force its will. A role she had played for over five decades. There had to be something she could do… Right? The Jedi Master's head turned back to the destructive lightshow outside of their vessel. No. She had it all wrong. They didn't need her help. They needed the Force.

She closed her eyes and opened her mind again. Thoughts moved through her mind. Thoughts not of her own. Concentrate she had to bring structure to the flow of information. Feel. With a gentle roll of her shoulders, the brown cloak slipped to the ground, revealing a simpler grey tunic beneath. Sakadi sank to the ground immediately after, slowing her breath and crossing her legs. The Force surrounded them, binding them together in this moment of peril. And she would make use of that.

Slowly, Sakadi rose, ceasing once she floated a meter above the deck. She was not familiar with the technique known as 'battle meditation', but she would push herself to her utmost limits in order to replicate the effect.

Droplets of sweat formed on her forehead as she began to link the impulses and thought patterns of the ships' crews and captains. She lacked the strength and skill to inspire and rally them through the Force, but she could greatly enhance their synergy and teamwork.

The effect? Mere thoughts and sparks of ideas would begin to move through the crews as one. Blast doors closed on the cultists strapped with explosives, trapping them with their own allies. Troopers responded almost immediately, and squadrons began to cooperate like swarms of wasps.

Perhaps she alone could make no difference. But with the Living Force on her side? Nothing would be impossible.

Kreslin Westwind | Kranak Vizsla | Ki'an Vizsla | Adi'ka Awaud | Cadere | Mig Gred | Caltin Vanagor | Liram Angellus | Darth Carnifex | Mandalorian Prophet​

 

[Cadere]

"Brainticks?" Cas muttered, unsure of whether to be offended or not at Adi'ka Awaud 's comment. When she was finished, Cas hit a few buttons within the cockpit and activated his deflector shields "Alright, scrapping the droid fighters. I'm on it." he said, informing everyone on his channel where he'd be during the conflict. Looking around at the various squadrons Sakadi had amassed, Cas was brave but he wasn't stupid enough to take the droid fighters on his own.

"Hey, last one to the droid fighter party is a slimy rathtar." he teased, activating his thrusters and making his way toward the squadron of droid starfighters. Hopefully, with the Mandalorians splitting their attention onto the cultists Cas and whatever squadron had his back could do their job with the droids without worrying about the others. Recklessly, Cas flew the Phenex inside of the swarm of starfighters and with his twin laser cannons, unleashed a barrage of fire at the back rows of droids before swooping below the swarm with his goal being tounwillingly turn their fire on each other as Cas infiltrated the droid formation. "I'll attack their formation at the rear, you guys take their front." Cas ordered through his comms to the squadrons that had chosen to follow his lead.

His game was risky, although he received a few hits from what he had just done, his starfighter's shielding wasn't all that badly damaged. The Jedi pilot would need to be careful from here on though. Strangely enough, he felt it wasn't just his piloting skills that enabled him to survive such a reckless maneuver and in fact, felt a hint of Sakadi Marathi Sinvala 's presence with him as he flew amidst the battle. It wasn't a result of their bond either, it was something more as he could see the other fighter squadrons flying and fighting with hyper efficiency. Were they under the influence of Battle Meditation? Sakadi's to be exact.

With that, Cas and the squadron were hopefully able to split the attention of the droid starfighters. Relaxing and centreing himself, the Kiffar attuned himself to the Force and through it, he allowed the mystical energy to guide his hand. As a result, he flew with a certain grace and finesse, out-maneuvering droid fighter's on his tail or vice versa, spinning through the stars and attacking with coherence.

Kreslin Westwind | Kranak Vizsla | Ki'an Vizsla | Adi'ka Awaud | Sakadi Marathi Sinvala | Mig Gred | Caltin Vanagor | Liram Angellus | Darth Carnifex | Mandalorian Prophet

 

[Mig Gred]

Tags: Kreslin Westwind Kranak Vizsla Ki'an Vizsla Adi'ka Awaud Darth Carnifex Cadere Caltin Vanagor Liram Angellus Sakadi Marathi Sinvala Lord Tooka
Fleet: Keros' Kad, 4x PS-1 Taggers/escort type, 6x GF-2B Super TwinTail squadrons (48), 2x "Kodashi" Viper MKII squadrons (24), 3x HA-2 Pike squadrons (24)

Spoiler: Skirmish 3

The Keros' Kad bucked lightly as ships began to harpoon her. Kaddie acted like he was gripping to something, an action that reflected what was going on s he called out to the captain.

"We have boarding parties and gas being released into the hull, Captain. Hanger Bay 2 was damaged by magni-bombs, and we have a gas in the hull too." The captain looked at the monitor, then eyed Kaddie before speaking up. She had a plan, but it would take time.

"Can you calculate a microjump?"

"Captain? On a 1.0 drive it...."

"Yes or no."

".... I can make a work around. Until then we need to live." The captain nodded. What the Sith zealot soldiers would find in the Mandalorian ship though shouldn't have been much of a surprise. Armored Mandalorians, or at least with body gloves or flight suits, weapons trained on the troopers as they quickly opened fire. If not that, they would come in with melee weapons on the raiders. The warriors fought with a sort of vengeance that you rarely saw, and one that they viewed as well placed.

Outside, the Mandalorian fighters would continue to try and mop up the the droids and the smaller ships. Vaux would cut through a few fighter of her own before looking over and gripping the controls, rolling in an attempt to get away from a droid fighter.

"Karking.... What kind of droid fighter is this? I can't loose him!" The TwinTail arced around, but the droid held tight. Had they actually trained this thing!?The fighter finally slid across the Kad's hull, letting the anti-fighter weapons mop up for her. Still nothing! What was this thing?

Aboard the Sith battlecruiser, Mig gripped the seat before they stopped. He would then run out letting out a blast of Force Lightning before charging out. They needed to get moving, and the Force wielding Mando bust a way through for his vod to get past. He could feel the Sith on the ship, but then the large warship bucked.

"I've got a bad feeling about this."

 

[Liram Angellus]

GAME ON YAKHEAD!

LOCATION: Open Space over Natanus
LOCAL TIME: WHO THE F CARES RIGHT NOW?!
BASED: The Carrier "Liberation"
ORDERS: Engage Sith Fleet
WINGMATES:
Kreslin Westwind Kranak Vizsla Ki'an Vizsla Adi'ka Awaud Darth Carnifex Cadere Caltin Vanagor Liram Angellus Sakadi Marathi Sinvala Lord Tooka Mig Gred

As turbolaser batteries of ”The Sutta” targeted “The Liberation”, missiles from the Sith fleet slammed into her deflector shields. They were holding, but won’t be forever. The heavy guns were trained on the enormous flagship of the “monster” known as Carnifax. He made his plans known, Natanus would be a wasteland, the Galactic Alliance would be in tatters trying to respond, none of them were in the vicinity but that was a conversation for another time. Right now, the bridge of the Silver Defense Fleet carrier was a mynock’s nest of activity.

Any newly promoted Captain would be in way over their head right now. Captain Angellus was no different, but he had centuries of experience in his blood. He was a mess internally, but his instincts were controlling him right now, and that meant that they had a chance. Ordering all guns on ” The Sutta”, Liram ordered the engines to roar to life and the two-thousand meter long Star Destroyer began cutting a swath through Sith vessels. The ones that did not reroute their flight plans were “space kill” as the much larger ship slammed into them, shearing their hulls. “The Liberation” did take damage, but it was nominal.

The launchbays were exposed, but that was a risk that they were going to take as the deck crews were working overtime to repair, recrew and reload incoming ships. Gunships and Heavy Escort fighters of Quinn, Larry, Ferret, and Gunk squadrons repeatedly unloaded their payloads on the smaller vessels as the torpedo squadrons as Murr and Que squadrons followed. They were focusing on these vessels to force choices made of the Sith fighters. They were kriffed no matter what they chose.

The A-wings of Cal, Jok, and Kers squadrons were flying high-speed cover for all Silver fighters, they were not alone. Two squadrons of Jackals, a new style fighter out of Lucerne Labs, Sug and Dis squadrons were using doing so as well. Any Sith fighter that tried to target a Silver fighter or ship was being targeted for destruction. The strategic bombers of Joe and Sal squadrons were moving in on the Sith flagship. They were getting shredded, but more than in the fight as all eight X-wing squadrons assigned the ” The Liberation” were drawing the fire of the enormous beast of a ship.

” Keep it together team! We can do this!”

There was a feeling on the bridge that they indeed did have a chance of turning the Sith away, especially when it began to pivot on its axis.

“Tactical/Conn!”

”Go…”

It was Commander Halpern calling out the concern.

“Sir, that ship is pointed directly at the suns.”

Liram wanted to ask what his point was when the possibility of what could happen hit him. He then looked at the Jedi.

” Master Jedi, we have people on that ship, don’t we?’ If they’re gonna do what I think that they’re gonna do...

 

[Ki'an Vizsla]

As soon as the ships connected, the Mandalorians breached their enemies ship and began flooding into the corridor, both to attack and retreat from their own vessel. They were angry. Angry at those who had taken so much from them and left a scar on their home but anger could cloud judgement and Ki'an was sceptical about how prepared they were for this fight. From now on, they would be trapped on a ship with their enemy. There would be no escape for now. It would be a fight to survive on both sides.

The Mandalorian was embedded among his allies boarding the ship. In their numbers, they remained strong. This was what they were trained for. But they were not invincible. Some would lose their lives here today, they all knew it.

Ki'an followed his comrades as they moved to secure the bridge. He had been so deeply embedded into the group that he hadn't faced any troopers or battle droids but as the corridors split off, he found himself facing the frontline but he was prepared and sent a slew of blaster bolts towards the first droid he had the pleasure of encountering. In his other hand, his shield emitter was on to deflect any bolts shot in his direction.

The previous nervousness had been overtaken by the adrenaline rising within him as he was fighting not just to win but to survive.

Mandalorian Prophet Darth Carnifex Mig Gred Cadere Sakadi Marathi Sinvala Liram Angellus Kranak Vizsla Adi'ka Awaud

 

[Kranak Vizsla]

Location: Natanus, Aboard the Sith Flagship
Local Time: 16:55
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Objective: Seize Control of the Sith Flagship
Equipment: Loadout 1
Tags: Mandalorian Prophet | Kreslin Westwind | Darth Carnifex | Mig Gred | Ki'an Vizsla | Cadere | Sakadi Marathi Sinvala | Caltin Vanagor | Liram Angellus | Adi'ka Awaud | Lord Tooka

Spoiler: Mood Setter

His light slumber was disturbed with someone yelling “Brace!” over the commlink. The voice was accompanied with the quaking of the ship and increased comms activity. They had just come out of hyperspace! More quaking ensued as they took fire from point defense turrets and enemy fighter craft while they made their way towards their target destination aboard the boarding craft. They would be boarding the Sith flagship here in this sector. He laid his eyes on his fellow vode around them as the lights of the main cabin casted red lights on them. They had their helmets on, but he could see some of their chests rise and fall as they breathed rapidly. They were just as excited as him. He could feel the rush of adrenaline within his veins. <This will be a good fight.> He glanced at the Master Jetii that was with them on the craft. He didn’t look all that excited or nervous. Maybe he was better at hiding it than some of them. He could probably sense the excitement within them. Their blood was boiling for a fight after all.

His train of thought was disturbed as something slammed to the ship, rocking him. A bright light filled the compartment coming from his right, near where Caltin Vanagor was. He looked to his right to see what it was as he heard the pilots gave out the status of the ship.

“Losing lateral control.”

“Mobility servos are down.”

“Going in hard!”

That didn’t sound good. Whatever slammed into the ship and blew up was taking them down. He wasn’t sure how they were still alive now. They should’ve been dead. How were they still alive? Was it something Caltin did? He wasn’t sure if they were just simply alive by sheer luck. <No point at dwelling on it now.>

They crashed hard into the ship. The red lights casting over them were no more. He survived the initial kinetic shock from the crash, but his seat’s straps snapped shortly after they crashed into the Sith flagship. He blacked out for a moment but it did not take him long to regain consciousness. He was flung onto the steel floor of the cabin. He scanned his surroundings as he looked to his left and right as he stood up. The severed ends of wires sparkled as they dangled down from their housings within the interior plating of the ship. There was some ripped metal in the cabin here and there. He saw his vode was alright, mostly. There had to be some bruises here and there, but they would live. He concurred he was good to fight after he performed a quick check on himself. He felt some bruises here and there, but that was it.

He saw there were ones that were unresponsive and not moving among his vode. At least four of his vode were killed as their boarding craft crashed into the ship after he performed checks on the unresponsive. Though some of them were more fortunate. He managed to feel the pulmonary pulses on the rest. They were knocked out cold, but they were alive. Most of them did not have any injuries aside from two of them. One had a deep cut across his left bicep and the other had a decently sized metal shrapnel by his upper leg. He focused on the one that had a deep cut first. The second one’s hemorrhage appeared to be in control for now. The first one was bleeding.

First things first, he removed the warrior’s helmet to see if he was breathing without well. He was breathing but unconscious at the moment. He saw his chest rise and fall normally.
He first applied a tourniquet a couple of inches above the warrior’s left bicep to stop the blood flow to that limb until he was healed. He had to stop the reduction of his blood volume to prevent him from going into shock. Right after he managed to control the hemorrhage, he applied localized anesthetics using a shot of Comaren by the wound to numb that part of the limb. He cut the clothing that was preventing him from operating on the patient using his laser scissors and took out a hemosponge from his ECM 598 Backpack to soak up the blood to minimize the visual distractions.

It was a bit too dark inside the lightless main cabin. He popped an Orange Chemlight to get some visibility. He could see better into the wound now. The cut had nicked his brachial and basilic arteries by his left bicep. He put on surgical gloves and retrieved his field cauterizer and microsutures from his backpack to start treating him. The cauterizer emitted a low frequency laser beam after he turned it on and used it to disinfect the wound before he used his microsutures to close up the nicked arteries and the wound. Suturing the wounds took about five to six minutes. He loosened up the tourniquet slightly to see if he missed a spot after he stitched the warrior’s nicked arteries. He had good blood flow and he didn’t see any bleeding. That was good. He closed up the wound using his microsutures and wrapped the wound with a bacta patch. He administered a stim plug to the warrior to bring him back to the land of the living.

The warrior regained conscioussness shortly after. [“Feeling good, vod?”] he asked his patient as he continued his check on him. He was looking for any fractures and such. “Yeah… I think I’m okay.” His patient did not grimace as from any severe and sudden pain as he checked for fractures. He decided the warrior was healed up and could fight. [“Alright, you’re good to go. Remember to loosen up that tourniquet over your left bicep after every fifteen to twenty minutes to allow blood to return to that limb.”] The warrior nodded as he reached for his helmet. He slid his helmet on and pressurized it as he stood up to join the fight raging out there. He hadn’t paid any attention to what was going on out there when he focused on the patient. His vode had exited the ship and was fighting outside. He was alone with the other wounded and the fallen in the boarding craft.

He quickly got up to patch up the second patient now. He followed the same procedure he used on the patient before him. He took the warrior’s helmet off and checked for his airway. He was breathing well. The warrior’s hemorrhage was not severe. The shrapnel was jabbed close to his Iliac artery, but he assumed his blood vessel was not punctured. He applied localized anesthetics, administering a shot of Comaren near the wound, but not before he used his laser scissors to cut the clothing that was blocking his vision. He took out a flexclamp from his medical backpack just in case if the warrior’s artery was punctured before he gently pulled away the shrapnel. There was some blood flow after he did, but it wasn’t extreme. He used his hemosponge to soak up the blood to see better inside the wound. Yeah, his Iliac artery was not punctured. The shrapnel also hadn’t struck the femur. He quickly disinfected the wound using his field cauterizer and used his microsuture to close up the wound. He wrapped the now closed up wound firmly with a bacta patch. He applied a stim plug to revive the patient shortly after he was done.

[“Welcome back to the land of the living, vod. Glad you’re still with us.”] he spoke as he quickly checked for any broken bones while the warrior was regaining his consciousness. He didn’t grimace or yelp from a sudden pain while he checked. He would be in some moderate pain due to his sustained -now healed- injury, but Kranak was sure it wasn’t something that would warrant some pain killers. The Mandalorians could take the heat, after all. “Yeah, I’m good.” The warrior spoke as he slowly stood up. He reached for his helmet afterwards. He put on his helmet and reached for his weapon. [“Stay safe out there, vod.”] Kranak said as he removed his surgical gloves and packed up his medical gear quickly. The warrior nodded to him and made his way out of the boarding craft.

Spoiler: Mood Setter

He reached for his Westar-M5 and pulled it over his right shoulder as he stood up. He took the rifle off safety and kept his trigger finger on the trigger guard as he assumed a fighting stance. He quickly made his way out of the ship after finding the boarding ramp. He could hear the raging firefight outside. His kama gently rippled as he jumped out of the craft to join the fight. The drop wasn’t that high. A meter and a half at most.

His vode was engaged in a firefight with multiple enemy combatants. He checked his surroundings before he opened fire. They were in the ship's Side Hangar Bay. He brought up his rifle to the closest enemy combatant and fired a five round burst. He was firing at a Sith Trooper clad in red armor. The Trooper took the hits. He hardly flinched. These guys appeared to have tough armor. The Trooper returned fire to his position and ducked behind a set of crates. A few of his blaster bolts struck Kranak's chestplate, but it didn’t go through his beskar’gam. He waited for the Trooper to peak again. He would have to aim for their head, their armor joints or the gaps between their armor plates. Sure enough, the Trooper peaked out of his cover. He squeezed the trigger of his Westar-M5 and landed a three round burst aimed at the Trooper’s head. The Trooper violently fell back after taking the hit and was moving no longer.

After his kill, he broke into a sprint to reach the nearest cover. He took cover behind a large crate, alongside one of his vode. He heard a distinct voice from his commlink as he rushed for cover while under fire. It was the Master Jetii.

Those droids appear to be programmed with the layout, commands, and directives of each ship commander. My bet is that they’re programmed locally, which means that there has to be some kind of center nearby. It may not stop things, but it could slow things down for a bit, at least on their end.

That was very well within the realm of possibilities. If someone sliced into their mainframe, they could potentially slow down their enemies. He knew of slicing, but this would prove quite the challenge for him if he was to undertake this task. But it was worth a shot. [“Copy that. We can look for that centre after we’re done here.”]

He would help the rest of his vode clean up the remaining Sith Troopers in the Side Hangar Bay. There was a small group of them stacked behind cover. They hadn’t had spacing between them. They were about twenty five meters to the front. This was a good opportunity to use one of his Incendiary grenades. He retrieved one of his AFG 2’s from his bandoleer using his non-dominant left hand. He pulled the pin with his left thumb after grasping it firmly and chucked the grenade. It flew in the air and landed a meter behind them. He had threw it so the grenade wouldn’t roll away from them after it impacted the ground, so the grenade was pretty close to them. The grenade imploded, coating the five meter radius around the explosion in white, burning mist. He didn’t hear screams, however. He peeked his head out of cover to see what had happened. The chakaare were still firing! They weren’t affected by the incendiary grenade. Their armor and the undersuit must’ve been flame retardant. They continued to fight while they were engulfed in flames. He rested his Westar-M5 to the side of the crate as he aimed for their weak spots. He would squeeze the trigger when he had sightlines on their weak spots as blaster bolts whizzed by him and his vode, shooting in four to five round bursts at the enemy.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The fighting continued, never pausing to take a breath. The cultists of the Eclipse fought without reservation, while the troopers defending the cult flagship only surrendered ground incrementally. The further they pushed into the ship's winding labyrinthine halls, the more resistance they faced.​

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However, it was never overwhelming as one would expect. On a ship this size, there was surely a much larger contingent of soldiers than what they had been faced with. In normal circumstances, the defenses of the ship would've stopped at nothing to prevent them from even making headway further in, but it seemed as if the defenders were funneling them towards the command sections.​

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A most curious paradox.​

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Meanwhile, as the flagship moved further and further away from the rest of the cult fleet, the other ships descended into a frenzied pandemonium of self-destruction. More and more drastic actions were taken, and the destruction wrought was clear to all. They no longer fought to hold back the enemy, they fought to burn themselves out in a glorious inferno. Some ships even broke away from the fleet towards the planet's surface, transforming into missiles as they angled their noses towards the nearest population center.​

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As the flagship neared the trio of stars that illuminated the Natanus system, the faint outline of a small space station could be seen orbiting one of the suns. ​

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Kreslin Westwind | Kranak Vizsla | Ki'an Vizsla | Adi'ka Awaud
Cadere | Mig Gred | Caltin Vanagor | Liram Angellus
Sakadi Marathi Sinvala | Mandalorian Prophet ​

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

IT'S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN...
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Location: Name here (Optional)​

Equipment: Conservator and Vanguard 2.0 (Lightsabers)​

Comm-link, Rebreather, Custom Robes​

Starship: Starlight Sentinel, (Dilorian in cargo bay)​

Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller", Pilot droid Mu51c - "Music"​

Tag: Kreslin Westwind | Kranak Vizsla | Ki'an Vizsla | Adi'ka Awaud | Cadere | Mig Gred | Mandalorian Prophet | Liram Angellus | Sakadi Marathi Sinvala | Darth Carnifex ​

” Stop. Forcing. My. Hand.”

Ever since Caltin was Knighted, he has held to one position when it came to combat, both planning of tactics and execution, quite simply if he did not have to hold back, he wouldn’t. Of course, he always did unless he was facing droids. Anyone/anything sentient had a soul, no matter who they were, no matter their IQ, anything if they were sentient, they had a chance to stop what they were doing. He could, no matter how bad the chances were, he could make the effort to get them to stop their attack on their own. They had the chance to change their mind where droids did not.

” I’m a Jedi, I don’t hit first but I will hit back.”

It was his view of the infamous Jedi Code and it has served him well throughout his entire life. The problem is with the cultists in front of him, there was no changing their minds. They were “programmed” in a manner of speaking to fight to the last individual. They had no other thoughts than to kill or be killed. He could sense their minds, he could see their thoughts, there were individual and abstract thoughts in each of them, but the overwhelming thoughts in their minds was to kill anyone, not like them. They were not showing anything but “destruction” no matter who or what you were. So he had no choice. He had to kill them.

He had to.

The Sith Lord in charge was at fault for all of this, it was not the fault of those sent at Caltin and the Mandalorians he was helping defend the Core World.

"Speaking of Core Worlds, where is the Galactic Alliance, shouldn’t they be here?"

That was a conversation for another time. Right now, he was facing an ever-increasing number of forces coming at him and his friends as they moved through the halls. What these forces lacked in ability and knowledge, they more than made up for in overall numbers and brutality. Each of them with murderous intent in their faces and eyes was starting to get to and annoy the massive Jedi Master. This was what was bothering Caltin the most, he was having to fight harder and harder.

One of the larger cultists managed to sneak behind and tackle Caltin to his knees, this seemed to bring the idea to what was for lack of a better term a hive mind to “dogpile on the Jedi.” Shielding himself through the Force protected the big guy from edged attacks, the punches, elbows, and knees were just annoying. It was when he was starting to lose the test of strength that his patience was at an end.

ENOUGH!

The bolts of energy blasting from the massive Jedi Master, sending foes flying in all directions, Caltin stood fully erect, energy still crackling out of his eyes, lightsaber to his side. He waited a moment to let the forces close in on him again, though this time they did not touch him, let alone pile on.

I.SAID… “ENOUGH”!

Forming a fist with his free-hand and centering The Force into it, Caltin slammed it into the hallway floor, the resulting shockwave sent cultists careening backward several feet and into their own compatriots. He did not enjoy the pattern that he was falling into, but Caltin needed to get to the bridge. There were no other alternatives, this was a fight, not a campaign, not an action. It was more and more the fight of their lives… so be it. He had not been in the practice of “Electric Judgment” in quite a while. So his tempering of it was not going to happen. If there was no other choice… there was no holding back.

"So be it."

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... YET THE DAWN ALWAYS COMES.

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