Junction The Final Countdown - AC/NIO/EE/GA/Enclave/BotM Junction of Dromund Kaas/Centares/Lutrilla/Aruza/Hypori/empty hex above Sposia

[Percival Io]

The female Chosen fell down dead, and within seconds a male Chosen took her place, lunging at Percival. The Chaplain moved out of the way, but unlike the female, this Chosen was fast. One of his swords opened a gash in Percival’s chest that spewed silver blood.

Unable to feel pain, the wound did little to slow him down, but his systems were registering damage. Repairs would take time, and the Chosen wouldn’t wait. Percival raised his blade and thrust at his opponent’s right shoulder, hoping to cripple one of his sword arms.

Draco Miles Zachariel Steelblood Eina L'lerim-Vandiir​

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: Dromund Kaas
Equipment: Jedi Armor, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Second Lightsaber, Promise Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Darth Carnifex (Enemy)


As Jax slammed his blade against the mysterious figure's, his mind was racking with ways to penetrate his defense. The Sith Lord was bigger and stronger than Jax and his saber work was mechanical but still efficient enough to match Jax's fast paced strikes. Each stab attempted was shunted aside, every parry deflected. Allowing the Force to guide him, Jax wove an intricate web of cuts and slashes trying to be unpredictable. He aimed for the head, then waist, then back to head again, and left leg. Not one blow hit the mysterious figure, what made it even worse was that the mysterious was deflecting him all of his attacks with one hand not looking worse for wear.

The Sith Lord raised his hand and torrent of Force Lightning was summoned from his fingertips. Jax barely had time to hold his hand up to use the Force to deflect it. However, a tidal wave of pain shot through his non mechanical arm, Jax was able to hold off against the Sith Lord but his Force Lightning was burned through his palm, his hand feeling like he just dipped it in the fires of Mustafar. Jax gave a yell of pain before redirecting lightning towards the sky. Grimacing, Jax did a black flip creating distance away from the man and stared at his palm. "First degree burns," Jax muttered. "Armor the brunt of it." his flesh was still burning however, and his fingers felt stiff. The Sith Lord began to talk about how he knew everything about him and how he was abandoned on the Silvers.

A frown formed on Jax's face, how the fuck did he know about his past? Who was he? It got even worse when the Sith Lord stated that he knew who is parents were. "Don't bullchit me," Jax laughed. "Who the hell are you?!"

 

[Djorn Bline]

V E N O M _ S N A K E
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
DROMUD KAAS

The stealth systems in his armor helped in avoiding detection by most sensors, in case a squad of Legionnaires were sent to intercept him. Few squads encountered him, all were quick firefights as he either retreated or killed the soldiers. His main focus was not to terminate all those whom remain here, just to get information and get out. Simple mission, but it would require great effort.

The hallways and corridors of this complex was all too familiar to him. The days when he served as an agent to the Sith Empire and then promoted to the highest ranking of Sith Intelligence. Agents and personnel would probably scream traitor and have a heart full of hatred if they saw his face underneath his battle helmet. The reminiscing made him feel…odd, stopping in his tracks. Pity and a wave of depression entered him, remembering the old days what he thought he was fighting for only to know his service was in vain and meant to uphold Dark Lords as if they were deities. He was always a critical thinker, though always a bleeding heart to the ideals he supported. Always skeptical about the Sith, yet ultimately believed what he did would progress the expansion of Imperialism. Guilt came across his face to the thought of killing former compatriots, all because of how one practiced Imperialism compared to the other. For years his heart was an infinite furnace of vengeance and anger, giving no remorse over the countless Sith-Imperials he had killed. That road of vengeance was costly to him, the bionic appendages could testify to that.

The only remorse he has was to how badly they were fooled by the Sith when they could have been something better. The only act of mercy was to kill them along with that decadent ideology whom plagued realms of the Galaxy for decades. The same ideology that had killed Tavlar; the Sith.

His one eye glared, continuing his pace as was done reminiscing over the past. There were better days to come on this unforgivable path he trekked on, not knowing it would lead further down in sorrow. Endless wars and conflicts was what he promised years ago with pain and sorrow to live with everyday. Nigh impossible to let go of the past, hoping tomorrow would bring it all back just as he remembered it.

There it was. The archives he was looking for. Past and current projects and operations along with other sensitive data. Had its own special terminal to get access to this information as no other terminal could obtain it. No doubt there were some personnel within downloading its copies and erasing it, though he’d salvage what he could get.

Unaware that there was already another party interested in the same objective as him.

ALLIES | NIO
ENEMIES | EVERYONE | Lyrrin

 

[Zachariel Steelblood]

Tags: Eina L'lerim-Vandiir | Draco Miles | Percival Io Closed
Objective: Kill, Maim, Burn!
Allies: BotM
Enemies: Everyone Else
Links: Weapons | Chosen

"Everything is subjective, you foolish girl! Why else do so many oppose what I and others herald, even as so many more flock to our cause? Because they don't understand what we herald, the truth we proclaim. Much as I can no longer understand the weakness they display."

She called him a Sith, prompting another scowl from Zachariel. Not only did she think he allowed the Force to control him, but called that what he'd seen fake. He supposed it was only natural, for those who didn't believe to simply call such powers fake. But it didn't change what he'd seen, what he'd experienced.

"Jedi consider emotions a weakness, while Sith believe control to be too much. I see both as weak, I see those that hide behind others as weaklings and cowards. Of course I hate and want to destroy, I hate this galaxy's weakness and stagnation, and I wish to destroy it!"

As for Eina's accusations in regards to him being a Sith, he simply ignored them, though his anger did flare. For now though, he had no words for that, simply letting his prior words speak for themselves. Then she cast her Force Light, thinking to harm him once more, and he let his actions speak. They seemed to be successful, as she soon came crashing down to the ground. Snarling victoriously, even as she struggled up, he rushed forward, pistol barking another few shots out again.

In but a few steps , he had reached her prone form. Kicking her back down, that same armored boot then planted itself firmly on her chest and stomach. Laughing again, Zachariel had his pistol aimed squarely at Eina's face, sword held loosely by his side. Sneering down at her, he spoke.
"You say I'm blinded by the Dark Side. Yet not once have I used it in our battle, in fact I've closed myself off from it because you rely so much upon your Light!" Leaning forward, his scowl returned. "As I said, you and so many others rely far too much upon a Force that is fickle. Were I one such fool, no doubt I'd be on my knees screaming in pain, your precious Light burning the Dark in me. And yet, here you are, the fool who relied on the Light, while I simply use the Dark as a tool."

Straightening somewhat, his blaster pistol never wavered, even as his other arm motioned about.
"You Jedi and those blasted Sith out there, all rely on your powers. Without them, you are nothing. And yet, the galaxy still relies upon you all, even as they are dragged into another war between both sides. It disgusts me." Arm falling back to his side, Zachariel laughed once more. "Perhaps I am filled with hatred, perhaps my desires for bloodshed and violence give me direction. But I am not controlled by them, nor am I blinded from my path."

Leaning forward, his tone darkened.
"Can you say the same, little Ingrid? That your light doesn't control and guide you, but that you make your decisions. I don't think so, but no doubt your slavery comes naturally to a Force user like you."

(Received permission via DMs to 'kick' her character and keep her down, no auto hitting)

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Their battle continued, blaster fire rained supreme and weapon skills were displayed across the battlefield. All in all, despite the chaotic nature of it all, battle still raged. This was true for Percival and the Chosen he now faced. There was no mercy given nor expected, no respite to be had between blows. For the Chosen, who struck with unnatural speed, he proved to have more success than the other one. As his blade cut through Percival's side and spilled silver blood, he laughed darkly, relishing the bloodshed. Unfortunately, the man felt no pain, and didn't give the Chosen the satisfaction of that pain.

Laughter dying off in favor of concentration, the Chosen continued the battle. A sword strike here, another block there, and more it continued. Then Percival struck once more, slipping through the Chosens guard and striking against the man. Unfortunately for him, he only struck armor, as with all his counterparts, the Chosen are heavily armored. As such, the attack garnered a chuckle from the Chosen, before he struck forth once more, striking any way he could.

The ranged Chosen simply kept up their fire, either firing away at the various Neutralizers not engaged in melee, or at Draco. However, as she proved to be more of a nuisance, even more fire shifted in her direction, aiming at cutting her in two. Whether those now half buried in rubble, or across the street, countless blaster bolts shot towards her. In the end, it mattered little, because these were mainly repeating blasters, the heavy weapons of squads. Thus, many, many blaster bolts found their way in her direction, with the Chosen aiming to kill her swiftly.

Truthfully, those in the rubble were of minimal threat, as half their number were extracting themselves, and only half were shooting. It was the other side of the road that was the true threat. Still, the half buried and firing were a threat, one that was intent on killing the one trying to kill them. She'd advance, attacking them in various ways. With their armor, they could withstand much and did their best to block her strikes. However, given their restricted positions, such movement was slow and cumbersome, leading to a handful of deaths.

It was then that the other half made themselves known. Having focused fully on freeing themselves, these Chosen were finally out of the rubble. Some of them had dropped their weapons to make it easier, and were now left retrieving their weapons, or drawing new ones. Others had held onto them, and simply turned towards Draco. Soon enough, they fired upon her as well, adding their own blaster shots to the countless others.

 

[Albrecht F. Herlock]

Objective III : Lightning strikes twice
Location: Dromund Kaas orbit
Equipment: uniform, custom-made blaster pistol, ceremonial sword, telescope

ALLIES | Galactic Alliance | Ashlan Crusade | New Imperial Order
ENEMIES | Sith Empire | Brotherhood of the Maw

Anaxes Navy Task Force 58 composition:​

Name​	Class​	Status​	Commanding Officer​
X101 Pride of Anaxes​	X100-class escort frigate​	Fully crewed, operationnal​	Albrecht F. Herlock​
X102 Audacious​	X100-class escort frigate​	Fully crewed, operationnal​	Lieutenant Commander Julius E. Mannerheim​
X103 Courageous​	X100-class escort frigate​	Fully crewed, operationnal​	Lieutenant Commander James Halsey​
CV-2 Tonnant​	Tonnant-class fleet carrier​	Fully crewed, operationnal​	Commander Erika Richthofen​
Silencieux​	Stealth Corvette Silencieux​	Fully crewed, operationnal​	Lieutenant Lucas Traumen​
AIV L'Effroyable​	Harrier-class heavy cruiser​	Fully crewed, operationnal​	Commander Louis Fort-Drake​
AIV Le Téméraire​	Harrier-class heavy cruiser​	Fully crewed, operationnal​	Commander Schwanhelt Bulge​
AIV Le Malin​	Harrier-class heavy cruiser​	Fully crewed, operationnal​	Commander Arthur Leywin​
AIV L'indomptable​	Harrier-class heavy cruiser​	Fully crewed, operationnal​	Commander Philippe Montcalm​

Legend: comm in, comm out, ship's intercom and broadcast system, crew

Stealth corvette Silencieux.
Commanding officer : Lieutenant Lucas Traumen

"Sir, we've found Sularen's flagship. It's alreaedy engaged in battle against Grand Admiral Rausgeber's fleet."

"Contact Commodore Herlock. Tell him thet we found a big one."

"Right away Sir !"

Escort Frigate X101 Pride of Anaxes
Commanding officer : Commodore Albrecht F. Herlock

"Sir, energy beam incoming."

"Hard to port. Take evasive actions!"

The small fleet broke formation, trying to evade the Samaels' fire. Then a little alarm started ringing on the Comms console.

"Incoming transmission from the Silencieux. They have found Marlon Sularen 's flagship !"

"Contact the Tonnant, tell them to dispatch three bombers from their squadron. They will be under Lt Traumen's orders. The Silencieux and the bombers will strike the bridge while we provide fire to cover their operation. Open the TF58 channel."

"It's opened Sir !"

"To all remaining ships, change course. Our new target is the FDS Immortal. Pride of Anaxes, over."

The ships of the small fleet started to take formation with the Pride of Anaxes as they withdrew from the battle with Tu'teggacha 's frigates. They flew towards Sularen's fleet, ready to sink every ships that would get in their way.

Fleet carrier CV-2 Tonnant
Commanding officer : Commander Erika Richthofen

"Ma'am, the Pride of Anaxes needs three of our bombers."

"Dispatch three bombers from Fortis squadron. Tell them to replenish before their new mission."

"Fortis Leader, this is Tonnant. We need three of your bombers right now. Tonnant, out."

DM&S-156 bomber, callsign Fortis Leader
Pilot : Lt Jack Daniel; gunner: Lt William Peel

The twelve bombers composing the Fortis squadron were flying in a perfect formation, dropping their bombs on the planet. In his plane, Jack was giving the next targets to the others when he received a communication.

"Fortis Leader, this is Tonnant. We need three of your bombers right now. Tonnant, out."

"Tonnant, this is Fortis Leader, I'll be sending you three bombers ASAP. Fortis Two, Fortis Three, break formation. We'll get back to the carrier for a replenishment. Fortis Four, you take the lead of the squadron. Fortis Leader, out."

The three bombers broke formation and flew back to their carrier. Once they landed on the Tonnant, they received a full replenishment before taking off again. They flew towards the Silencieux and took formation, starting their new operation.

 

[Eina L'lerim-Vandiir]

Lady Eina L'lerim-Vandiir
The First and the Light of Ashla
Heiress and Princess of the Eternal Empire and Terraris; Angelic Mascot and Representative of the Ashlan Crusade
Eternal Empire's Ambassador to the Ashlan Crusade; Matriarch of the Valkyrja; Leader of Sanctuary and the Fjölkyngi Smiđr Guild​

Location: New Kaas City, Dromund Kaas
Objective I.: Save the Children
Equipment: Sverð Fyrstr (swords) | Ljósspjót (spear) | Skrúð Engill Fyrstr (armour) || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m || Current appearance
Writing With: Zachariel Steelblood | Closed
Allies: AC/EE/NIO/GA/Enclave | Heinrich Faust | Isla Draellix-Kobitana | Draco Miles | The Fool | Percival Io
Enemies: BotM | Open

[ War Music ]
<"High Nelvaanian"> | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

"This is just your truth, not theirs." she replied softly.

The man did not consider himself a Sith, but he spoke to the same extremes as they did at least Eina thought this. And this filled Valkyrja with sadness, for Eina already knew that she could do nothing to save the man. And such is always bad, because it was another victory for Bogan and a defeat for Ashla. Last but not least, such could not be kept alive. And Eina didn't like to have to kill anyone in Realspace. It was plenty enough for her that she needed to kill hundreds of thousands of demons in the Netherworld over the years.

But she promised to do so if for someone there was no other way and could not be returned to the right way. The neutral side, or the darkness, was perfect for the woman, but she didn't want to kill everyone. Anything that wasn’t about taking the lives of others. That's what Eina did. But in this situation, she could not do all this. That’s why Eina loved the Ashlans because they weren’t afraid to show their feelings, even though most of them got Jedi training. And they were able to change, as Gei did. Maybe that's why she didn't even understand the Jedi, because she hadn't met any of them.

"And if you don’t want to destroy but teach them in another way? What is not violence? Because… violence is the last refuge of the incompetent." she said.

There is always another way. Valkyrja and thus Eina also avoided fighting if it could be resolved. But in defence it was inevitable…

When she was on the ground trying to get up, she sensed the man was trying to attack. So Eina created a Force barrier around her, which was also present in beautiful golden light. All of this caught the shots, but so injured, it was all tiring, so Zachariel was able to kick her, causing the woman to fall to the ground. She groaned at the kick that hit her belly despite the protection of her armour. As she fell on her back, the roots of her wings instantly became immaterial on a larger part so as not to cause pain or not break because the girl was lying on them.

Some lightning flashed through the sky, the rain seeming to rain harder as she looked up at the man.

"You gather strength, perseverance, and passion to fight from anger and hatred. What if it's not using the Dark Side?" she asked. "I don’t rely on the Force… I thought the sight of the ichor makes it clear. I'm a Force Entity, I'm from the Force, I'm consisting of the Force. If I didn’t want to, my every move would still be the Force…"

It was she, a living manifestation of the Force, with her own will, just as every other Force Entity. If she hadn't wanted to, it would have been too. After the man's darker words, she looked up defiantly at Zachariel. There was no sign of fear or fright in her eyes.

"I am not a Lightsider and I am not a Jedi, as a Valkyrja I am neutral, half of my soul is coming from a Sith Lord, half from Lady Ingrid. If I wanted to, I couldn't be a Lightsider. I’m just reflecting on my soulmate… my beloved crusader’s faith and love back what he felt in Ashla's direction. My attachment to the Light Side is as strong as his faith and commitment to his goddess, Ashla. This, the love, trust, care is what makes me… us strong. He and not the Force, though he and others think this is Ashla's gift." she explained, as she spoke of her beloved crusader, she blushed deeply despite the situation. "It was my own decision, as well as that I would protect the weak, to teach my people this. It is my own decision and will not the Force's…"

 

[Rika Hiro]

Asa Yubari|Dromund Kaas|Hunt
COMPNOR
Tags:// Kalie Alverez Don Belkora

The only response Kalie received was a swift kick to the small of her back, sending the girl crashing against the side of her x wing. From out of the dark came Yubari, who tilted her head almost mechanically and edged closer to the girl like a wolf closing in on its prey. The replicant padded around the woman's crumpled form, almost observing the agent as if she were simply nothing more than a slight inconvenience.

She noted the agent's weak state of being; the human form was ever so fragile. It was no small wonder her kind had outlived many of the humans in the organisation, even those that considered her below them she had outlasted. Purity of ideology and purpose guided the replicants of the Imperial order; that was why the SIA and even the non-replicants of Compnor were inferior to the servants of the Imperial throne.

"Where is your backup."

Yubari asked indifferently, cold and alien to the tone. She moved away from the woman and moved toward the point from where Alverez had been observing her and Belkora for some time.

"Shame."

She muttered, turning around to face the agent once more. ​

 

[Draco Miles]

The ranged Chosen simply kept up their fire, either firing away at the various Neutralizers not engaged in melee, or at Draco. However, as she proved to be more of a nuisance, even more fire shifted in her direction, aiming at cutting her in two. Whether those now half buried in rubble, or across the street, countless blaster bolts shot towards her. In the end, it mattered little, because these were mainly repeating blasters, the heavy weapons of squads. Thus, many, many blaster bolts found their way in her direction, with the Chosen aiming to kill her swiftly.

Truthfully, those in the rubble were of minimal threat, as half their number were extracting themselves, and only half were shooting. It was the other side of the road that was the true threat. Still, the half buried and firing were a threat, one that was intent on killing the one trying to kill them. She'd advance, attacking them in various ways. With their armor, they could withstand much and did their best to block her strikes. However, given their restricted positions, such movement was slow and cumbersome, leading to a handful of deaths.

It was then that the other half made themselves known. Having focused fully on freeing themselves, these Chosen were finally out of the rubble. Some of them had dropped their weapons to make it easier, and were now left retrieving their weapons, or drawing new ones. Others had held onto them, and simply turned towards Draco. Soon enough, they fired upon her as well, adding their own blaster shots to the countless others.

Ahhhhhhhhh that’s not goooood! As she noticed the other side of the street beginning to fire upon her, she needed some cover. The building mass of the Chosen was perfect for that! Mixing some rubble from around the corpse into the mix, she created a wall that allowed her to burrow into the rubble of the building and tunnel in. The force pushing debris out of the way and creating an air pocket for her. She focused on moving for a chosen she was already trying to kill, needing only to move in one direction and sending him out through the force. Allowing for her to grab at his foot before the soldier could free himself and tug him into her pocket, where she could ruthlessly beat on him until he died, and get herself a gun! Hopefully, it was one of them heavy bolters that threw metal slugs, but beggars cannot be choosers.

Under this rubble and Aight the dead chosen before her, she got to thinking. She wondered what exactly her enemy was, so she took off that helmet and their chestplate. These pieces of armor could come useful later, as she affixed the plate onto her own armor, most likely with it fitting very loosely and bulky, but she could now take a bullet! Although her actions of concealment would probably focus fire onto the neutralizers, she’d have something that could at least save them now.

 

[Annor E-059]

Annor E-059
Objective 1: Once more unto the breach.
Writing With: DECEASED Erskine Barran , Blade Ice , Stone Gra'tua
Historical District, Kaas City

Sighting Lord-General Erskine Barran's opponent, Annor begins squeezing her rifle's trigger rearward but then falls into the void, out-stretching her limbs instinctively like a star. The artificial lens implanted into both of Annor's eyes forces the black orbs of her pupils to push the coloured iris and white sclera into a pair of narrow rings. Annor observes the rapidly approaching floor; she glides into the awaiting hell in silence when others shriek as their lives come to an abrupt end. The battle puzzle was shattered into an enormous sinkhole of collapsed structures and corpses.

Annor awakes laid on her back under a blanket of soot-white ash, staring through eye lenses peppered with cracks. Annor's helmet-mounted display whines and flashes in a panic <<<WARNING, WARNING, HERMETIC SEAL BREACHED>>> The warning repeats in a scrolling message box. Annor's abdomen contracts, and she sits up in armoured form with ease and finds a durasteel bridge truss laying across both legs just above the knees. She scans the environment for a minute, the still silence of the grave descends over the scene. Annor breathes a sigh of sharp relief. Determined not to die. Both of Annor's hands fasten around the truss, and she lifts the two-hundred kilograms of Durasteel up over her battered armour and manages to push it clear with a strained grunt.

It allows Annor to assess her injuries; a pair of deep lacerations stapled into both thighs. Annor winces and curls her bottom lip beneath the top jaw and bites down. The elite's post-human physiology body begins to rapidly metabolise energy in clear white steam that wafts upward; her wispy blood coagulates, staunching the blood loss. Strands of muscle and collagen grow and creep over the wound under Annor's gaze. Still unable to rise, Elite E-059 rolls onto her stomach and begins a leopard crawl through the field of broken architecture as the tempest patters at her armour.

Eventually, Annor finds her footing, and her search for a weapon is successful, finding a heavy repeater to her liking still in the hands of a broken Sabretooth Trooper surrounded by three deceased cultists. He had been folded by the fall and his form clad in bloodied armour. Annor uncurls the soldier's fingers with uncharacteristic courtesy and grace from around the grip. "Has anyone else made it?" Annor's mind wonders in wordless form; her cerulean spheres look around at the sheer chaos and devastation. "Where's the Lord-General?" Peering back toward the deceased Stormtrooper, Annor is furious General Barran's recklessness had almost killed her, and she would not forget it. The optical camouflage system comes online again, and Annor melts into the shadow beneath the falling rain.

 

[Kalie Alverez]

AGENT: KALIE ALVEREZ
OBJECTIVES I - ONCE MORE INTO THE BREACH: FINAL GOODBYE TO THE VOID
PRIMARY ENEMY: Rika Hiro
OTHER ENEMY TAGS: Don Belkora


The kick was so intense that her spine literally cracked in multiple places, instantly sending a numbing sensation throughout her entire body as she smashed into the starfighter. The impact was so intense that the X-wing actually moved a couple of inches, the frame denting in slightly as Kalie's ribs gave way, snapping against the immense pressure to her small body.

Kalie collapsed onto the ground without a sound as the wind had been fully knocked out of her lungs from the impact. The pain was beyond anything she had ever experienced before as her body screamed in agony from the considerable damage that it had just sustained. She weakly attempted to lift her face off the ground with a trembling arm, her eyes wide open and filled with sheer panic, her mouth gaped open as it desperately attempted to draw air into her collapsed lungs.

She finally dragged herself onto her back, looking up into the stormy dark sky above her. Luckily her spine had not suffered a full break keeping her from being fully paralyzed. A gurgling sound could be heard as air started to return ever so slightly into her body.

"Where is your backup."

Kalie focused on her breathing. As much as it felt like sharp knifes were being stabbed into her chest with every forced breath, the lack of oxygen to her system would become devastating if prolonged. Her wide eyes glanced over at the intimidating woman who now stood over her. Kalie did not respond to her, but likely the terror in her eyes spoke volumes.

She was on her own.

Kalie knew instantly that the attacker was a COMPNOR replicant… Devastating and powerful agents who’s strength and combat effectiveness was unmatched by their human counterparts. To a true militarized SIA Agent, the replicant would be an extremely challenging and deadly foe… but exponentially more so for Kalie, who remained in the realm of intelligence gathering and undercover work.

Kalie might as well have been already dead. There was no chance she would survive this on her own.

"Shame."

She pulled herself painfully up to her feet, letting out weak groans in the midst of labored breaths. She held herself up with one arm grasping onto the starfighter as she tried to pull herself to the other side of the craft… to where her duffel bag was.

But then she felt a hand grip tightly onto her hair, picking her body up off the ground and dangling her there like a rag doll. Her feet kicked frantically as both arms reached up to the hand, trying to pry it loose. Kalie let out a mortified scream from the pain.

The replicant then grabbed onto Kalie’s throat with the other hand, turning and smashing her face and chest repeatedly into the X-wing with significant force.

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

The ship moved a little bit with every impact. Kales red hair became sticky and knotted as it mixed with her blood and began to tangle itself around her face and body.

BAM!

Finally, the last strike occurred. The replicant held the limp frame of the girl up against the starfighter, blood dripping down her limbs and beginning to pool on the ground.

Kalie’s eyes slowly closed, her body unable to comprehend the level of trauma it was experiencing. Her whole face was swollen beyond recognition as she coughed up blood and let it drip down her face and neck.

Everything around her began to grow blurry… the sounds grew faint and muffled as she drifted further and further into unconsciousness. As she did, her mind began to wander from that terrible rooftop… She heard Valery Noble ’s voice, almost as if it was floating around her somewhere…

“…Nothing we do is pointless, even if History seems to always point at endless conflict. If nobody stands up against oppressive or destructive forces, there may be no war, but there will never be peace, comfort, or security either. You'd be living your whole life on your knees." Valery said as she hugged the woman just a little more tightly.

"And if we don't have people we care about or love, we may have nothing left to lose or leave behind, but we'd also never truly understand what we're fighting for." she looked over at Kahlil. "We fight to defend all people who need it, but it's those closest to us who give us the strength to keep going, especially in difficult times,"

Kalie felt herself being dragged across the ground, but it almost felt as though she wasn’t actually there anymore. She tried to open her eyes, but they were so swollen that she could not see anything clearly… her hand reached out weakly into the void, her mind struggling to remember where she was or what was going on.

“Val?” She gurgled weakly, looking for her friend. “Val? Is that you?” Her voice was barely audible… her mind confused… her body broken… Then she heard another familiar voice emerge from the void…

"If something springs up and out of that thing it'll take us 38 seconds to get back to the shuttle if we sprint - I counted."

Her head searched back and forth, trying to find Lyrrin … she couldn’t quite… see him… “Lyrrin?” Her voice called out weakly…. “Lyrrin? I can’t… see you…” Tears started to stream down her face, fear flooding her body as she continued to feel herself being dragged… unable to fully remember what had happened… where she was…

"Oh Kalie, my sweet darling". He said, partially stuck on his words, as he cleared and began to speak to her again.

"This will not be the end of us, not truly even the beginning".

"Because.....I love you too". There it was, he finally said it. A weight was taken off his shoulders and he was sure that Kalie had the same feeling. "I have loved you since our first encounter, and deep down, I have never wavered either". "It has always been you my love, whether I realized it at first or not".

Kalie desperately reached out for Gramani Fey’la , her eyes searching for him… desperate for him… needing him… “Gramani! I’m here! I’m here!…. help!…. I don’t…. I don’t know what’s… happening….” She started sobbing, so confused and lost… so out of control… it felt like… she was…

dying…

"very little to tell on that front really, I don't know if you might think it silly, but I don't want to be one of those people with a string of pointless conquests. When I give myself to someone, I want them to mean something to me and I need to know I mean something to them. I'm just a bit of fashioned like that I guess." now that was an overshare and she laughed. "wow, Tiresh, I am sorry if that is not what you were asking for."

She turned her head again in a frantic search for Isla Draellix-Kobitana , her fingers stretching out into the void for her. “Isla! I’m sorry, Isla…. I’m so sorry….” She felt the hands tearing at her shirt, pulling her across the dirty street, a trail of blood left behind. Her vision started to clear as she saw buildings… and a dark sky…

She was about to die… she knew this was it… there was nothing she could do… no-one was coming to her aid… no one even knew where she was.

She was alone.

And in these last moments, she couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. For her friends… those that were closest to her… those that had truly given her life meaning. At the end, it wasn’t all the missions she had been on, or the success of her career that she recounted…

It was the relationships… the connections… the faces of those she cared about the most. She wished that she had spent more time with Valery Noble … just getting to talk to her. Oh, how she wished she could have attended their wedding! And seen their daughter… held her in her hands…. Kalie knew that Valery was right. It’s the people in our lives that make living worthwhile. She would miss her dear friend.

She wished she had gotten to know Lyrrin better… taken more time to just talk… connect… get to know each other. What an amazing agent… and such a warm teddy bear down deep underneath his sometimes prickly and cautious exterior.

She wished that she had spent more time with Gramani Fey’la … with all of the missions and the operations, and the hundreds of reasons they were always apart for months on end… she regretted it. She wished that he was there now to hold her… to tell her that everything would be alright… even if it wasn’t true… she just wanted to hear his voice one more time…

And… more than anything… She wished that she could have had more time with Isla Draellix-Kobitana … What an incredible and beautiful woman! What a visionary! She wished that she could have told her how she truly felt… that she had been able to find the right words… that they would have been able to build their vision together for the future…. So sorry Isla... You will have to do it on your own now… But if there is anyone who can do it… it’s you.

Kalie coughed up more blood, spitting it out. A sense of calm and closure finally seemed to settle in as she accepted her fate.

This was it.

She grasped desperately to the memories of her friends... her companions... those that had truly made her life a life worth living...

 

[Valery Noble]

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Location: Dromuund Kaas​

Valery: Appearance​

Outfit: Factory Link​

Lightsabers: Link!​

Tag: Ishida Ashina ​

Baddy Tag: Darth Kentarch ​

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As Valery reached Kentarch, the clash between Dark and Light finally began, signified by the sparks that erupted as violet and crimson plasma lashed out at each other. With a fast-paced barrage of attacks, Valery's goal had been to force him into a defensive stance at least long enough for Ishida to catch up. There was no doubt that she'd have to be ready for his counter-offensive soon enough, but drawing Ishida into the fight was the most sound strategy.​

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As her attacks continued, it also came as no surprise that Kentarch was able to keep up, using his own speed and efficient bladework to parry the attacks. He was a master of the Dark Side as much as she was one of the Light, so this clash was never going to be quick or easy. Every mistake would be punished greatly, and every decision could force their battle into a new direction, or towards an undesired conclusion.​

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She had to be precise, her movements fast and there could be no hesitation.​

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Then from her peripheral vision and through the Force, Valery noticed the imminent telekinetic attack from Ishida, resulting in Valery halting her aggressive tactics, but it mattered nothing. The Sith stepped away in time to avoid getting hit, which allowed him to retain the balance he needed to defend against the younger Jedi up-close.​

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But before Valery could jump back into the duel, she watched as a blade of cortosis caught Ishida by surprise. The lightsaber powered down and the woman took a grazing strike that could have been lethal if it hadn't been for her speed and agility. There was no time to stop and ponder though, as Ishida presented an opportunity when she retaliated with a kick aimed to off-balance the Sith Lord.​

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Wanting to take advantage of it, and the strike of the katana that followed, Valery pressed forward again with even greater speed than before. Launching herself up into the air with explosive power, she aimed to strike along the Sith's back with her violet blades as she passed by, before promptly gaining distance through her momentum. ​

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After making her landing, she elegantly spun back around on her foot and blasted off towards the Sith again, ready to maintain constant pressure on the man.​

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[Lyrrin]

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Allies: Saul Colsan
Enemies: Djorn Bline

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Lyrrin had heard Saul loud and clear and while he had been getting the coordinates to meet up with Saul the agent looked around at his surroundings. Lyrrin was now at the top of the Imperial Intelligence building, completely alone save the corpse of a what seemed to be some form of official. His first thoughts, after examining the scene, was that this authority took her own life as the combined invasion of Kaas City had begun. Though who could blame her? It must have been a most demoralizing sight to live through all that the Sith Empire had to offer only to be witness to the final Fall, with the enemy well past the gates, and no reinforcements to come to their rescue.

"Saul, I'm already at the top of the Imperial Intel building. Running a bit ahead of schedule. I used a grappling hook to scale it." Lyrrin pulled out a compact pair of macrobinoculars and scanned the area looking for any sign of the other agent "I can't see you from up here, are you sure you can make it on your own?" there was no telling if the SIA agents were ahead or behind their competition. Lyrrin hadn't seen any others he could point out as intelligence agents nor had he been given confirmation one way or another "Do you have any way of scaling the building? I wouldn't suggest going through the front door Saul but you might need to." an idea dawned on the Farghul agent. The Imperial that had, assumedly, taken her own life. She had to get up here somehow, perhaps she had a passkey?

Lyrrin walked over to the woman and searched her with one hand while the other held the comm "Hold on a moment..." after a brief few seconds his fingers touched something that felt like a passkey. Lyrrin withdrew his hand and held the metallic card out before him "I have a passkey. That makes things simpler. Lets hope it has the access."

 

[Kranak Vizsla]

TO THE LAST,
KILL THEM ALL

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Location: Dromund Kaas | Kaas City
Local Time: 20:37
Date: -DATA CORRUPTED-
Primary Objective: Assist with cleansing the city of Dromund Kaas
Secondary Objective: Numb the pain
Equipment: Loadout 1 + Goran’s Stand (Minus the ECM-598 Medical Backpack)
Vode: Enclave | Shai Maji | Thonn Rokkal
Friendlies: NIO | AC | GA | DECEASED Erskine Barran
Hostiles: Sith | Maw | Eternal Empire | House Io

Momentary Respite​

Blaster fire began to wane around them, dwindling into the occasional, sporadic burst. The brief yet entertaining encounter with the opposing force had ended not a moment ago; suppressed no longer by a mounted repeating blaster, the Wardog’s platoon element and the giant had successfully pushed up, exercising speed and aggression against the remnant troopers that opposed them, cutting them down where they stood.

<”Confirm kills.”> The giant reminded them, sounding as cold and cruel as Kestri’s harsh winter over the platoon net while he approached several bodies of remnant troopers lying on the ground before him; his blaster rifle trained on them. The Paranaor howled with each pull of its trigger as he put several bolts in the corpses before approaching them. Chunks of their plastoid armor scattering where each bolt struck the bodies, the corpses remained unmoving as he drew closer and stood over them. He had witnessed what unconfirmed kills caused in the past, long before. It had seen the untimely passing of a number of vode [1].

The wounded were especially more dangerous than the dead. Rather than risking capture, the Sith troopers tended to hide a primed thermal detonator or two underneath their bodies, unless they possessed the strength to raise a blaster at them in their incapacitated state. Approaching their bodies with extreme caution was necessary. Over the years, he had developed a habit of shooting their corpses before approaching them.

He gazed at his handiwork briefly. The high definition audio sensors in his buy’ce hadn’t picked up the distinct beeping countdown of a primed thermal detonator. Remaining cautious nevertheless, the giant turned over the dead trooper before him on their back with his foot, and preemptively took a few steps back in haste. Seeing the grenades were still attached to their belt, the giant walked near the dead trooper and crouched near them. Reaching out for the grenades, he grabbed the thermal detonators clipped onto their belt. He could certainly do with more explosives. The grenades clipped to his bandolier and the grenade launcher attachment of his rifle was sufficient, but one could never carry enough explosives on them. Certainly not in a battle that’s set in an urban environment such as this.

Certainly not with what they set out to do on Dromund Kaas.

He rose after scrounging several thermal detonators off the dead, and joined his ori’vod [2], pulling security besides her as she went about contacting the general over the comlink. The sweet scent of berry wafted in the air and filled his nostrils as the giant’s vigilant gaze scanned the debris riddle street before him; while the Wardog listened to the general’s transmission, puffing out blue smoke after each pull of her nervestick.

With Shai halting the platoon’s advance momentarily to get their bearings, they had seized a moment of respite as the brutal battle for the city waged on. Anxiety began slowly creeping up on the giant as they waited. In an attempt to busy himself with something, the giant produced his probe droid from his utility pack, and chucked it into the air with a good pitch after pressing down on its activation button with his thumb. Coming online, the probe stabilized itself with its small repulsors and hung midair. Uttering several pre-recorded phrases to his interactive HUD for the droid, it took to the rainy skies for reconnaissance, executing the orders it was given by the giant.

Patching to the live-feed of the probe droid in his HUD, he switched to thermals as he began studying the urban terrain before them. Several red dots were highlighted over humanoid thermal signatures on the feed. The droid had spotted remnant troopers and city inhabitants alike as the probe increased its spotting radius.

<”Akaan [3].”> Muttering another phrase for his HUD, the giant uploaded the reconnaissance data to the members of the platoon. The blasters of several vode who had an angle on the spotted targets barked shortly afterwards, accompanied with agony filled yelps and shrieks in the distance. With a cruel smile emerging underneath the faceplate of his buy’ce, the giant directed his probe droid towards the Southern Historical District, scouting out the terrain that stretched between them and the district while marking down spotted targets.

:: It’s only war crimes if they are people. So far I have yet to see actual people on Dromund Kaas. And General, you mistake our efforts for weakness. We’ll see you at the historical district. Wardog out. ::

He let out a hearty chuckle in response to her answer for the general as he trained his rifle from one ruined structure to the other after sweeping them from afar. He couldn’t’ve said it any better himself.

”Well that answers that question.”

He gave a curt nod of his head at the Wardog in response as he kept his vigilant gaze over at the corpse and rubble strewn street stretching before him. <”Good answer.”> Lowering his rifle, he turned to look at her as he felt the Wardog’s hearty slap over his backplate. Seeing her approaching closer for a kov’nyn [4], the giant bowed his head, making it easier for her to deliver the heartfelt armored greeting. Their helmets collided with a muffled, metallic thud. Afterwards, the Wardog walked towards an opening within the ruins as she spoke. Seeing as they were moving out now once again, the giant followed the Wardog out of the structure besides her.

”Got some beef with them anyway aside from that. They got a bunch of civvies at their side. If they don’t hand ‘em over, we’ll have problems. Those are perfectly fine potential Mandalorians they’re holding.”

<”Hah, I highly doubt they’d be down to negotiate the terms of surrender of our potential new recruits,”> The Alor’ad [5] quipped in response as she took to the skies with her jetpack, leading the path towards the Historical District with her platoon in tow. <”I’m counting on it.”> The giant followed suit as his rocket boots roared to life. His rocket boots lacking the fuel capacity of a jetpack, he would catch up to them as he leapt from the roof of structures on their last legs and high piles of rubble and debris, keeping up with the platoon even though he had to briefly halt his advance to let the fuel cells recharge on a few occasions.

:: I thought he was joking. Does he seriously wanna go hand-to-hand with the Maw? :: One of her clan asked over the comms.

:: Man’s taken one too many knocks to the head. :: Another joked, earning a few laughs from the platoon.



:: We’ll weigh our options once we get there. For now, I still see people scurrying and buildings stand tall. Let’s get to work already. :: ​

<”Well,”> Grunting, the giant landed on his feet on the ruins of what was once a high-rise building. <”I have a feeling whatever he’s got cookin’, is gonna to be worthwhile.”> He said over the platoon com circuit as he sprinted before leapfrogging to the roof of another building. The sound of distant yet unmistakably violent clashes in the Southern Historical District grew louder the more they drew nearer. The occasional explosions lit up in the distance; their thunderous roar drowned out the thunder of the stormy weather over the city.

It didn’t take long to cover the stretch of remaining land. Taking contact from a nearby building garrisoned by hostiles, they had halted their advance momentarily to clear out the opposition. With the help of thermal detonators and rockets, the structure was reduced to a pile of rubble after the brief skirmish; becoming the tomb of those who had garrisoned it.

:: Alright, General, we’re here. :: She announced on the comms. ”This guy’s crazy.” She quipped casually, turning her attention to the troops around and behind her.

She was quiet for a moment as she thought over her choice. ”Kran. You see any other objectives? I ain’t hoppin’ down there if we got better things to do.” She asked the man casually.​

<”One moment.”> He said as he let go of the blaster rifle; the Paranaor slung on the front of his broad chestplate as he quickly scaled the tall pile of debris before him. The giant peeked his head over the pile, lowering his macrobinoculars to enhance his vision. His probe droid was loitering in a safe distance over their area of operations and providing him aerial reconnaissance remotely, but you could only go so far with a birds eye view. Uploading and sharing his live helmet feed to the Wardog so she could see what he was seeing, the Alor’ad would speak after a brief pause as he assessed his findings.

<”The way I see it, we got two choices to choose from,”> He said as he extended a knife hand, sweeping from left to right as the garrisoned high-rise buildings he pointed at were highlighted with a soft hue of red. <”The enemy seems to have set up several bases of fire here, here, and here,”> The windows and balconies of the buildings lit up with the muzzle flash of their blasters and mounted repeating blasters alike.

The buildings, along with the enemy opposition in the Historical District, would provide them a target rich environment.

<”We’ll be eastbound if we continue our approach from here towards the Historical District. Meaning, we’d be approaching them from the rear. We could reduce friendly casualties if we took out those bases of fire, and join in on the fun alongside the general’s forces there,”> The giant reported. Deciding he’s seen enough, the Alor’ad shifted to his back on the rubble and glid down off it, landing on his feet. The giant approached the Wardog and the platoon elements gathered around her at a walking pace as he pushed up his helmet mounted macrobinocular with the back of his hand. <”Or, we can pay a visit to our friends from Panatha and get some recruits out of it,”> Pressing down on the magazine release of his rifle, the giant swapped the near empty magazine with a fresh one. The fresh magazine sat into place with a satisfying, crisp clack into the mag well, powering the blaster rifle. <”What do you have in mind?”> The giant asked, his white glimmering visor turned towards Shai.

<”Either way, we’ll be putting down a lot of chakaare[6] today. Your call, ner vod.”>

Spoiler: Translations

[1] Vode - Brothers/Sisters. Plural of “vod”.
[2] Ori’vod - Big brother, older brother, special friend.
[3] Akaan - War.
[4] Kov’nyn - Head-butt, also known as ‘Keldabe Kiss’. Can be used to cause injury to an opponent in melee combat. Also doubles as a form of armored greeting between Mandalorians.
[5] Alor’ad - Captain.
[6] Chakaare - Bastards.

 

[Percival Io]

Out of grenades, Percival quickly realized he wasn’t going to get anywhere with mere swordplay. This revelation didn’t come fast enough to save his left arm from being lopped off, however.

In a moment of desperation, Percival slammed his stump of an arm in the Chosen’s face in hopes that the blood gushing from the amputated limb would temporarily blind his opponent. Then he took off, hunting for a hiding place where he could regenerate—and possibly pick off more Chosen with the ranged weaponry in his arsenal.

Draco Miles Zachariel Steelblood Eina L'lerim-Vandiir​

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The figure reached up with his left hand, pulling back at the hem of his hood and exposing his face. Long black hair, graying with age, cascaded down around his broad shoulders and sharp patrician features. Eyes glowing bright sulfuric yellow stared down at the Jedi Master, the eyes of a predator about to pounce on its prey. His mouth was pulled into a tight line, which softened as his lips pulled back in a vicious grin.

"You may call me Demiurge," answered the mirrored visage of the Dark Lord, Darth Carnifex.

The differences were minor, but they were there. His eyes were not as intensely corrupted, he lacked the facial tattoos that were easily identifiable markers. His body was not as broad and instead was more streamlined and lean. Yet, like the man he resembled, Demiurge was brimming with the power of the Dark Side.

"I know everything there is to know about you. How your own actions lead to the death of your master, Oda Marson, and how close you came to embrace the Dark Side after." Demiurge pointed a finger at Jaxon, specifically at the Jedi Master's hands. "There is nothing you can hide from me, little Jedi. My sight is far more powerful than you can comprehend."

Demiurge stared intently at the Jedi Master, his eyes never straying from fixating directly on Jaxon Thio's chest. As this occurred, the air between them grew hazy with heat. The stone at their feet was gradually bleached of color, smoke curling up intermittently where the heat began to vitrify the stone into molten glass. The more the Sith Lord focused his sight on the Jedi Master, the more intense the heat grew. In the span of less than a few seconds, the heat would have been enough to ignite clothing and melt metal. With a final exertion of dark power, Demiurge's sight was strong enough to vaporize anything focused inside of his narrowing cone of vision.

Even flesh and bone.

Jax Thio ​

 

[Aeric Kaze]

KAAS
ALLIES: /
ENEMIES: All
NOTICE: Dagon Kaze

Flashing light exploded around Dagon with blue brilliance as his ignited blade came into contact with the forking branches of Sith Lightning. Poured out with the sole intent of eradicating him from existence, he saw the flora around him become a blackened mess while he protected himself from being fried. His words fell on deaf ears, their sound muted as his blood pumped, stepping closer--

There was a burst of bright light, he could feel the energy he released turned back on him, and the burning lightning slammed back into the palm that unleashed it. Branches of flickering light skipping across his skin as he instinctively retreated backwards. Pale skin turned darker and fell away with the harshest of the redirected blast struck him.

Aeric's eyes burned daggers in the direction of Dagon, barely having time to even register the pain before the Knight of Denon charged him.

"Always the same with you."
Just like Ossus.

And Ziost before that. Always leaping in. Features set, determined to punish his brother for the mistake. They'd been half their lives apart from each other, sudden run-ins aside. And in his brothers experience, he had yet to be taught a lesson of rushing in to things. He would see that changed.

Blue arced in towards him and red leapt up to meet it, clashing with the Jedi's blade as he subconsciously cradled his smoking arm to his torso. Half-stepping away from the exchange, Aeric's foot lurched up towards Dagon's head in an upwards sidekick, keeping his blade in between his brother's throughout the flexibility showcase.

 

[Jax Thio]

Location: Drommond Kaas
Equipment: Jedi Armor, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Second Lightsaber, Promise Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Darth Carnifex

"Ah he is just fucking with me trying to get me to lower my mental defenses."

This Sith Lord was probably probing his mind right now, Jax could hold against more blatantly obvious mind control and even some sutble ones however the more advanced force probing can slip past them. Those abilities though could only be performed by a Master level Force Adept which unfortunately this Sith Lord is. That or he's something worse, a living wound in the Force there were only a few Sith Lords in history who were so immersed in cruelty and hatred that it triggered the Force to alert even non-Force sensitives to their presence.

Yet this one was beyond a monster who could consume planets, this one could manipulate the Force in ways that was considered..... unnatural, incomprehensible even to an open minded Jedi like Jax. The Jedi Master could sense the Dark Side but in its purest form. It was equivalent to Oneness but instead becoming one with the Force, this Sith Lord strangled the Force and forced to bend to his will like a person taming a beast. The man continued to boast about his power while the Dark Side swirled around him. His gaze met Jax's but he was looking more than his eye, no it was something.......


"ARRGGGHHHH!!!!!"

The Jedi Master's scream filled the dark sky echoing throughout the battlefield. His knees hit the ground with such force Jax felt that they bruised, his skin began to blister as though an array of arrows pierced his skin. Blood began to pour from his mouth, nose, and eyes. "This sight!" Jax shouted his voice strained as his entire body was filled with unbearable agony. Jax felt like he was about to explode any minute now but the one thing that kept him from giving in was his belief in the Force. The will that it gave him to not give in, to continue the fight. Darkness may dominate but there will always be a light no matter how small to meet it.

"You will not kill ME!"

Giving himself to the Force, Jax used what little energy he had to stand up. "Stand up! You are a Jedi!" A Jedi must not waver, they must not give in to despair. He clenched his fist, he thought of Aveline Cuiléin and her growth as a Padawan, he thought of Crosten Feyn and his love for adventure, he thought of Spasa and her taking her steps in a life that was stolen from her, he thought of Traden Avarice and his sarcastic demeanor, he thought of Jairdain and her love for him.....

All of the friends, all of the people he met and bonded over the years..... they were his family. Something that Jax came to accept.

"YOU CAN'T KILL ME!!!!!!"

With burst of Force energy, Jax's entire body began to glow into a bright light. He mustered that Force energy and performed a Force Repulse attempt to slam the Sith Lord as fast and hard as he can.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Hallowed Ground
Dromund Kaas | Dark Force Temple | Defended Hallowed Ground
Through Hell's Gate
The Ground Shakes
The Forgotten One Waits
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Nightfall just grazed the girl's neck, thanks to her small stature the Jedi was able to evade the attack. She gave a quick kick to his left leg that struck true on his left leg, but the attack did not have the energy to do more than leave a bruise on the Sith, who knew how to take a hit. Then she drew her Ashina steel blade and attacked the knee with a backhanded strike. Against Kentarch, backhands and reverse grip techniques were useless. Master Noble, however, was closing in quickly from behind. Her violet lightsabers swinging in on his exposed backside. Kentarch swept his left foot in front of his right foot, still in stance, taking what was known as a transpositional step around Ishida Ashina , causing him to rotate around her left side as he completed the pace with his right leg getting back into his original stance. The maneuver was fast, and the dark side of the force augmented his speed further. Most importantly it got him just out the range of the flurry of Master Valery Noble 's violet lightsabers and Ishida's sword at the same time.

Despite the events unfolding quickly, the Sith Lord sensed what he believed was fear in the young woman's mind. Thus he assaulted her mentally, striking deep into her mind in an attempt to diminish her ability to fight, and hoping to cause her to either flee or surrender completely. Valery, a Jedi whose physical speed was astounding, had turned towards and charged Kentarch another time. Using his footwork Kentarch continued to rotate around Ishida counterclockwise. He could keep the weaker Jedi between himself and the Jedi master, which would reduce the latter's ability to launch such dangerous attacks.

You know you cannot defeat me, it is only a matter of time before your defenses fail.

The Sith Lord spoke directly into Ishida's mind, the dark side nexus only amplified the power of the force fear attack. While he stayed his blades for defense, he bore down mentally on his target, letting the girl's mind become enveloped in its power.

 

[Zachariel Steelblood]

Tags: Eina L'lerim-Vandiir | Draco Miles | Percival Io Closed
Objective: Kill, Maim, Burn!
Allies: BotM
Enemies: Everyone Else
Links: Weapons | Chosen

"And that is why they are weak, and we are strong."

Watching and observing Eian, Zachariel saw thoughts pass through her mind, though was unsure of the details. However, his cruel smile was simply amplified, practically being able to be felt, despite his helmet still being on. His gaze also never wavered, eyes continuously boring into Eina's own. As for her beliefs in regards to violence, Zachariel didn't even deign to give an answer, simply laugh at her naivety. She may seek to avoid conflict, but Zachariel sought it out, craved it. Because on the battlefield everything was clear, everything was simply blood being spilt, for one side or the other.

Then he had charged her, with her barely being able to defend herself, not that Zachariel minded. If she had died too soon, it would have ruined the fun of killing her slowly. Now though, now he stood triumphantly over her, a weapon aimed squarely at her face. And as he pressed down, he noted her wings, more specifically the parts under her body. She didn't show a single sign of pain from it, indicating to Zachariel that she had a higher pain threshold than expected. A cruel smirk crossed his visage at that, even as he was oblivious to the fact she'd made those parts immaterial.

Regardless, as rain pattered down ever harder, Zachariel ignored the sounds of fighting to their side, ignored the storm raging all about. At that moment, all that existed to him was his target, and himself. She spoke once more and he laughed, genuinely this time, without an ounce of hatred there. To an extent, it was charming, being a a deep, rumbling laugh.
"Oh you naive child. My words ring true then, moreso than I thought possible. You rely on the Force more than any other, because you rely on it for your very existence! The rest, they simply use it for power, control, or some other reason they couldn't possible garner naturally."

That last line was spoken with clear sarcasm, even as the rest contrasted with its simple truth. " Then he chuckled once more, the darkness returning to his voice as she spoke. He cared so little for her words then, what he considered delusions by that point. His laugh stopping, he finally responded.
"If what you say is true, then perhaps we aren't so different after all. Not at it matters, you still follow your precious Light, while you think I am a slave to the Dark. Let me tell you girl, I have followed this philosophy for many, many centuries, long before I discovered my own disused powers. Everything I have done and will do, I do because I enjoy it, because it brings me closer to my goals. Everything a mere stepping stone towards the final battle, the end times."

Sneering down at her, his sword rose in a very clear position to kill.
"Just like you."

Then his blade plunged down, tip aimed to impale her throat.

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The Chosens face was one of concentration, hidden though it may be by his helmet. He pushed the attack, swinging with all the skill of an accomplished bladesman, and hoping to harm his opponent. This proved far easier than expected, as soon enough one of his targets arms was lopped off. That caught the Chosen off guard, dumbly staring at the arm for a moment. This gave Percival all the opening he needed to bloody up the mans lenses. Rather than be concerned by that, the Chosen simply wiped away at it while muttering to himself in confusion.
"It was that easy?"

This man was clearly a champion of the enemies side, and yet he had lost an arm so quickly. Glancing towards the dead female Chosen, he promptly sneered before his gaze shifted up once more. Evidently he had overestimated this target. Catching the tail end of the mans escape, the Chosen promptly set after him, chasing Percival down. He would give no quarter, this simply showed to the man that his target was weak. And weakness was to be eradicated.

"Come back here, little hero."
Those muttered words heralded the Chosen, even as he followed Percival, intent on finishing the fight. There would be no long respite to be had here, not so long as his pursuer lived, so vowed the Chosen.

In conjunction with that, the ranged Chosen lost sight of Draco. Having buried herself into the rubble, she was hidden from their eyes, prompting their weapons to fall silent. Cursing the woman, those across the street maintained an eye out for her, while the others continued to extract themselves. It was then that one of them was dragged into the rubble, vanishing with a surprised cry which was quickly silenced. Eyeing the hole with some concern, the other Chosen buried set about freeing themselves all the quicker. Their compatriots were quick to aid them.

Of them, a few would naturally be slower, though Draco for now worked on her armor. As for Draco, her luck held out. The gun this Chosen had carried was a heavy, repeating slug thrower. As for who and what she'd just killed, removing their helmet revealed a heavily scarred Rodian. Clearly he had been a tough opponent, but with absolutely no room to manuever in the cramped rubble, he had died soon enough. His death though would have been some other weapon Draco possessed, as simply beating him would have resulted in useless pounding against armor. A blade to the throat though, or simply ripping that out, would have kill him.

And as she removed the armor pieces of the Chosen, she would indeed find the armor was a loose fit. Not only that, but the helmet was entirely useless, having been disabled the moment the Chosen died, to prevent any information capture. It was all also very heavy, without the power armor actually being powered to allow for ease of movement. Still, it was indeed armor. The other Chosen though, they were far from idle. By the time Draco had done all this, it was an enclosed space after all, most of the Chosen in the rubble were free. Only two or three yet remained, and they were being worked on, even as the rest watched the rubble with weary eyes.

 

[Eina L'lerim-Vandiir]

Lady Eina L'lerim-Vandiir
The First and the Light of Ashla
Heiress and Princess of the Eternal Empire and Terraris; Angelic Mascot and Representative of the Ashlan Crusade
Eternal Empire's Ambassador to the Ashlan Crusade; Matriarch of the Valkyrja; Leader of Sanctuary and the Fjölkyngi Smiđr Guild​

Location: New Kaas City, Dromund Kaas
Objective I.: Save the Children
Equipment: Sverð Fyrstr (swords) | Ljósspjót (spear) | Skrúð Engill Fyrstr (armour) || Empyrean gland | OPBC-01m || Current appearance
Writing With: Zachariel Steelblood | Closed
Allies: AC/EE/NIO/GA/Enclave | Heinrich Faust | Isla Draellix-Kobitana | Draco Miles | The Fool | Percival Io
Enemies: BotM | Open

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Eina no longer answered the man's words, just sighed wearily and shook her head. She knew there was nothing she could accomplish with words anymore. The man was too blinded to notice the mistakes he was making. That is, for him, those were virtues and not mistakes. And with that, she didn't really know what to do. At least not in a situation like this. She also saw the man's face, that is the helmet. Eina didn’t like such modern helmets because they showed nothing out of sight.

And the eye was a mirror of the soul. And the gen'dai just laughed and laughed at what the girl said. Now just because of the remark about the violence. It was true, though. At least Eina thought that only those who are unable to deal with the problems are more likely to destroy everything instead of trying to solve their problems. These thoughts... if there is no problem, there is nothing to handle. And it was a simple escape because they couldn’t handle something. Weakness.

For the Valkyrja, the fact that someone had powerful weapons or technology that they were able to destroy anyone or anything had not made anyone strong in the eyes of the woman. For her, they were strong and did not run away from the problems and worries, but they tried to solve them, they were ready to make sacrifices and suffer in order to overcome the troubles. However, she knew that only those who had already experienced this would accept this view. Bogan's followers certainly aren't.

And Eina found this infinitely sad.

The Valkyrja's pain threshold was really high anyway; during the three hundred years she spent on the battlefield, she hardened in such a field. She's level nearly reached Ingrid's. It might not have hurt her so much if she was really lying on her wings. Probably the bones of the wings would have been broken and she would not have been able to fly after that until those can't heal or put it in order. But, even if she had been felt it, she wouldn't have shown it now. She saw this and sensed from the man that it was all a pleasure for him.

Time was infinitely slow as Eina lay in the mud and Zachariel trampled on her belly and chest and aimed her with his weapons. The Valkyrja was already in a similar situation, so she knew that as soon as they finished speaking, the man would try to kill her. She had an emergency plan, so she hadn't tried to escape or attack yet. In fact, it was great for Eina that Zachariel was so close. So there was another option she could try; which might save him. To show the truth to him, to show Ashla's way.

"Most Force Sensitives use its capabilities even when you don’t know about it. Instinctively. You’ve probably always been better, smarter, more talented than your peers. You were able to gain strength and perseverance from your anger, your desires, you were luckier. Those all came from the Force. It’s always been your part, you could never avoid it." she answered kindly and softly.

As she watched the man, as a warrior, she recognized the position of the sword. Finally, the sword moved. Eina didn't move, didn't do anything. Only the moment the blade would have reached her throat. At that moment she became immaterial and invisible. It was a racial ability on her part, after all, she was a soul, a spirit, or something like that. The blade slid over where the woman's neck was and did not cause injury. Zachariel's legs, which had been on her belly so far, slammed into the ground.

Eina was glad the man didn't have exotic weapons like a lightsaber, voice-based weapons, or a disruptor. They would have killed her in this situation. Using telekinetics in its natural form, she rose from the ground and then took her spear in her hand. She slammed the man with the immaterial weapon. The spear, because it was immaterial, so it did not cause physical injury, it caused something quite different. Something Eina wanted to teach her opponent. After the blow, she moved and slipped through the gen'dai, then regained her physical form behind the man and became visible.

"Too much confidence is also a weakness." she said in a cold voice, as if only her mother had said it. "Ashla wills it!"


OOC: the spear's immaterial ability, which I mentioned on Discord:

Spoiler: ability

In its immaterial state it has an interesting ability. If the spear cuts someone in this case, it will not cause physical injury. In this case, the spear affects the soul, not the flesh. NB: In each case, this ability depends on the wounded PC / NPC's decision as to whether the effect affected them, and if so, how strongly.

• This ability affects the soul and can only cause mental pain. This function / ability exists mostly because the woman lives in the Netherworld and the demons and most of the creatures who live there are also souls. As Valkyrja, she needs the right weapons for that world.
• The effect senses the person's guilt, self-branding, and sins (which the PC / NPC hold as a sin in themselves). The spear amplifies these pains, hoping to paralyse the opponent with it or make them flee.
• On a balanced person will certainly have no effect, but the spear can push others into a shocked, catatonic state, those who have large guilt and have many sins. NB: Only the PC/NPC can decide about the effect.
• In a place where there is no Force or the effect of the Force is weakened, the spear simply passes imperceptibly through the target, it will feel nothing of it and will have no effect. A spear cannot take physical form when the blade is just touching someone or something, except its own sheath.
• With this ability the weapons can't cause deadly injuries.