The Galactic Alliance Dominion of Belsavis

[Kenrath]

Location: Javis
Objective: Destroy the Hutt
Allies: [member="Darth Pikiran"]
Enemies: TBD ( [member="Ryan Korr"] )


Vengeance listen to the minor briefing and watched the little show from the middle of the pack. He wasn't a hundred percent sure why he was here but it really didn't much matter. Once the path was clear ahead of them he did something he had not done in a very long time. Not since Glee Anselm as a matter of fact.

He leaped through the air landing in the center of a group removing and igniting his saber as he landed. He reversed his grip and did a complete circle cutting down people as he did before extending a hand towards a pair in front of him firing a sixty second burst of lightening at the both of them.

 

[Darth Vaildra]

Location: Javis
Objective: Destroy the Hutt
Allies: [member="Astrid"] [member="Darth Pikiran"] [member="Echo Kora"] [member="Erebus Seth"] [member="Felran Natri"] [member="Gorum"] [member="Trechtus"] [member="Vengeance"] [member="Vilox Pazela"] [member="Thanith Gumara"] [member="Joshua Ferran"]

Enemies: None

OOC: We are here to help your post count, not to engage.


Darth Vaildra walked silently behind the Emperor. The air on this planet was not to his liking so he turned on his armor's filter. It improved his distaste for this place. He nodded as the kill order was given and then the door was blasted down and then used as a weapon. I bit much for his taste, but he didn't care as long as they enemy was killed.

He turned towards [member="Astrid"] his apprentice, "We will be taking the other entrance, more effective that way." He then looked at the rest and chose two others, "[member="Eris Malreaux"] and [member="Xastuo"], you will be joining us so form up." With that he broke away from the main force and headed along the side of the building. After a few moments he would a drain coming out of the building with solid metal bars blocking entrance. He walked into the water and placed his hand on two poles. Shortly after the poles began to brighten and form a bright orange until the heat became too much and they crumbed into hot chunks that created a lot of smoke as they touched the cool water, "Keep focused, I will not be holding your hand."

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Objective D
[member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

Marcello arched a curious brow. Who would want to even attempt contemplating such an existence? However, the Rogue Master's question had not honestly been answered in earnest. It was an obvious conclusion that an imprisoned entity yearned for freedom. The problem with that reality was that Marcello had yet to be convinced the entity would act in any manner different than it had previously. It was a shallow miracle that the World Razer had not been manipulated by more malignant forces up to this point. Sure, there were plenty of dark siders that no doubt would prefer such an entity as the World Razer remain imprisoned.

There were plenty more, however, that undoubtedly believed they could harness such power for their own purposes.

"The galaxy has fallen upon desperate times. It seems it would take an abundance of power to stem the tide of destruction that sentients have ushered in upon themselves. What happens when you have devoured all that you desire in this galaxy...what then remains for you?"

Nothing the Naboo native had said was a lie, but the inflection certainly conveyed a faux-reality...one in which Marcello was actually considering the release of the World Razer.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Noah Corek"] [member=Abel] [member="Ayme Katash"] [member="Sam Kazroy"] [member="Michael Byrnwulf"] [member="Trix Bastin"]
Objective B

"Katash, Kilroy, keep those things at bay!" Jacen barked at his padawan and the squad leader. They were troublesome, but his focus was now on the massive beast Abel was standing up to alone. Brave little bastard that he was. A Terentatek, an old and particularly fearsome one. Even the Marshal blanched at facing such a creature. He swallowed. When there was something to be done, there was no point standing around. Jacen started to walk forwards, saber in one hand and handcannon in the other. At point blank range the Occluder might give the beast pause if he could find a soft spot.

"What's the biggest gun you can get down here?" Jacen shouted over his shoulder.

The comms officer shrugged. "Heavy repeater, or..." he was struggling to think, Jacen could sense him thinking through the fog of his own fear. Seeing the others routed was enough to unnerve the men, even if they hadn't had line of sight to the Terentatek itself.

"Ground to air rockets?" Jacen prompted. He'd seen some packed up in cases on the way down. Immensely powerful, designed to penetrate metres of durasteel or starfighter shields. Perhaps the best hope for hunting this beast. But that to work they'd need to be a safe distance away. That meant keeping the thing on the other side of the bridge.

"Yeah...yeah..."

"Get three launchers down here quickly, escorted through the tunnels."

The man started talking into his comm unit. Six brave soldiers followed Jacen across the bridge. "Don't engage it. Let me keep it busy and look to climb out of its reach on that temple. Look for a weakspot from above. Only engage when you're out of its reach," Jacen instructed. "No one is to draw its attention from the far side of the bridge."

Snap-hiss

He felt the attention of the Terentatek fall upon him, even as it thundered towards Abel. Jacen broke into a run, screaming a challenge to the monstrosity to try and divert it. The fire teams behind him split into two groups of three and fanned out, looking for a way to higher ground.

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

Omega Pyre Compound
Maximum Security Prisons

15/37

What most don’t know, is that Belsavis had been the prison world for Omega Pyre and the former Protectorate. A large section of the world was sectioned off and secured to ensure that the inmates stayed exactly where they belonged.

In the fall of the Protectorate, the Pyre had to take up the slack. Some prisoners had managed to serve their terms, others… well…

Others had a lifetime ticket to this place.

Aeron, the current Prex of Omega Pyre, had come to Belsavis to review the status. It also was to check the current layout of StarCaf along the Plett Valley. A meeting had been set up between PharmaTech and the Pyre to finalize some contracts.

Impatience ran along the length of the woman’s fingers, her hands tapping an incessant beat upon the table. The holoconference would start soon enough.

 

[Rhen Qel-Droma]

Ice Cavern
16/37

There, up ahead.

A nod came from the Corellian Jedi. He could feel it. Feel it right through his bones. A grim line set his lips straight. This trail had long since been lost throughout the ages. One he would be determined to keep safe. It would be a subject that he would relay to the Grand Marshal Omai Rhen, and perhaps, from there, see what they could do.

For now, as footfalls would crunch under the snow, lantern held high, Rhen could feel the strength of the Force swell up ahead. A light glistened. Shone.

Some secrets may be best kept lost.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Marcello Matteo"]

Again silence reigned. That ghostly visage slowly rotated in the air. The World Razer contemplated. Long ago it had offered a brave adventurer spoils for releasing it. That plan had not come to fruition. The Esh-kar had been defeated and The Burning Way activated, leaving it trapped in its stifling confines for millennia more. One man could not release it now. It would take the effort of many. Perhaps those great ships it had sensed high in orbit could blast it free of its confines. This one had admitted it was no leader, but perhaps it could bring more.

Bribes had not worked. Perhaps lies would. It would have balked at having to grovel before such pitiful creatures, but it had been down here for so very long now.

"I HAVE EXISTED HERE, WITH NOTHING TO CONSUME FOR SO VERY LONG. I COULD EXIST FOR TEN THOUSAND YEARS AGAIN IN THE SAME CONDITIONS. ONCE A HUNGER CONSUMED ME, BUT IT HAD FADED OVER THE YEARS. THERE ARE MANY PLANETS IN THE GALAXY, WHEN I WAS TRAPPED THERE WERE BILLIONS UNINHABITED."

 

[Saffron]

Plawal Rift
Omega Pyre - Star Caf
Arcenaeu Trade Company - PharmaTech
17/37

With the upcoming conference call, Saffron made way towards the Biodome's headquarters. Beside her, Mmarsi, one of the HoDin horiculturalists, walked with her. They were discussing what terms and how they could best work with Omega Pyre and Rhytanna.

"Rhythaa is under the purview of Vanir, but they are able to work along with us with the cloning." Rhytana had Spaarti methods of cloning, long since refined during the 400 years of darkness. Their biology no long allowed them to reproduce, so the population was maintained through a special cloning process.

"Then they will be able to provide the technology to refine what traditional cloning methods have been unable to apply?"

"Yes."

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

Omega Pyre Compound
Maximum Security Prisons
17/37

There were other venues within Omega Pyre's compound to review.

It wasn't just the prisons or Star Caf, but the local wildlife as well as working with the Esh'ka. A warrior race, there were still a few hiccups here and there that the Pyre had to smooth over with negotiations. Thankfully, the Esh'ka tribes were happy within their territories as long as everyone respected the borders.

A glance at her comm told Aeron that she had five minutes until the conference call.

While the Pyre already had a security contract with Arceneau Trade, PharmaTech would be new.

 

[Joy]

Objective B

Flecks of spittle spattered from the beast’s razored maw and across Abel’s face. He ran forward, feet pounding on the hard stone of the bridge. The behemoth’s claws raked through the air above him as he ducked low swinging up clumsily over his head in an attempt to slash at the passing arm. Sparks cascaded, a glancing blow, but he couldn’t even see if the cut had done damage. Movements were too quick now. A terrifying blur of motion guided only by the Force.

He stumbled backward now, trying to dodge another of those swipes. Talons shredded the front of his clothes, but didn’t touch skin. Sweat made his brow slick and his clothes stuck to him in the heat, the fear. He didn’t dare turn his back on it to flee. Didn’t dare get any nearer. Caught in this terrifying game of cat and mouse.

[member="Jacen Voidstalker"] [member="Ayme Katash"]

 

[Sieb Tevv]

[member="Choli Vyn"]

Fly High, Die High

Raph’s flight training, drilled into him by instructors over his two short years in the cockpit, kicked in, almost like second nature.

Almost.

No lineup cards here. Just him in the driver’s seat, listening to people dying on the comms. He and Lazaris zipped by the husk of the downed X-wing as it floated listlessly in space. Raph barely even glanced at the thing, with its shattered nose and wings blown apart, still spinning from the force of impact. Didn’t think for a moment that that could be him. Because those thoughts, they were the killing thoughts.

The void of space did not forgive failure. The jocks had their arrogant demeanors for a reason. If they were anything else they would be dead.

“Aw kriff. Saber Five, you’ve picked up a bandit. Angle off left thirty-five degrees.”

Raph scowled within the confines of his helmet.

“Copy that Saber Six.”

He saw the bandit now on his radar, a pesky little blip growing closer.

“Defensive split.”

“Copy.”

The young Tapani officer eased off the throttle until he reached the prime cornering velocity of the TIE and pulled on the yoke, both hands gripping the sticks tight as he dragged the nose of the TIE fighter around, turning sharply to the left and back even as his wingman did the same to the right.

The loop brought him on directly toward the incoming X-wing. Head-to-head. Raph’s breathing quickened, loud in his ears. The red lights in the cockpit flared, indicators popped up on the HUD. Tritum put the bandit in pure pursuit, targeting reticle drawing across the X-wing. Gun envelope range. Anger gritted his teeth. Anger against the possibility of death. Defiant of the odds.

I’m a Tritum of the Mecetti. A Griffin of Tapani. And the skies are my domain.

Raph squeezed the trigger.

[member="Loske Matson"]

 

[Elaine Thul]

8/37
Objective: C

As she moved with her housecarls down the tunnels, following the Esh-Kha who she presumed would be heading towards surface. She asked them, How come you're changing the fusion batteries more often now than you did before? He looked at her and answered her as they marched down the tunnel, We are knowing using a shielding technology, similar to deflector shield on a ship. That eats up the juice, so we need a resupply more often when we use it. He explained to her as they moved deep down the tunnel, she still wonder were they going to, as this was getting deep now.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Abel"] [member="Ayme Katash"]

The beast would no so easily be diverted from its quarry. With a single minded determination it advanced on Abel, but there was weariness. The terentatek fed on the blood of Force sensitives. Perhaps, despite them being almost immune to anything a Jedi could conjure to fight back, they had developed a careful attitude when stalking their prey.

It was said the Jedi used to hunt these beasts in teams of three. This one was so large Jacen wouldn't have come with less than six.

Closed the distance, Jacen carefully timed his approach. He lashed out at the nearest claw before ducking under it. The beast had eyes.

He brought up his Occluded and fired, a cone of boltlettes spreading towards it. Coming so close to that maw had been a mistake. It snatched at him, teeth clattering together just short. Only by drawing on the Force to leap away did Voidstalker come away in one peace.

The terentatek clawed at the eyes on one side of its head. Several did not open again. Well, Jacen had pissed it off at least.

 

[Joy]

Objective B

[member="Ayme Katash"] [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

Wounded, slighted by these mortals, the behemoth loosed another of those earth-shaking cries. The sort that sent tremors through Abel’s gut and knees. Left him breathless.

To bring down this denizen of Belsavis would require perfect tandem attacks, coordination born from years of fighting side-by-side and unshakeable bond of trust.

The two Jedi facing the beast had none of these, perhaps not even the last.

Abel was no fighter, though the Force did grant him abilities beyond what should have been physically possible they did not give him refinement, nor grace of movement. He had some training under his belt, but sometimes being half-trained could be worse than not being trained at all. Those who have endured tutelage under masters who excel know what they could be capabe of, one day. And, like a man newly blind who had glimpsed some part of a map, they stumble on with the memory of what they’d seen, confident only because it’s the last scrap they have to cling to in a desperate time. Yet the blind man who has not seen the map is the one who steps with caution, feeling out every edge, testing every step.

Abel would have been better off as the gardener from an estate. Better off having never known the Jedi. That Abel might have been able to run.

Perhaps then, he would not have received the backhand of the swing that nearly took out Jacen.

The massive paw smashed into his chest and sent him tumbling, sprawling to a stop just at the bridge’s edge. Abel stared down at the lava below, felt the heat on his face. Aching, body bruised, he rolled away from the precipice and pushed himself up to his feet.

 

[Avalore Eden]

Forward Command - Medical Tent
[member="Trix Bastin"]

"Elevated heartrate."
"Brainwave activity irregular."

Avalore worked quickly to unlock the box in her arms. Under normal circumstances the Padawan's failing awareness would have triggered panic in the woman, and even now it threatened to send her own heartrate through the roof, but the Healer stole herself with purpose and became the veritable shield wall against the onslaught of the terrifying and arcane. With the box lid opened a swell of warmth overcame her sense as she laid her set of brown eyes upon its contents: Ankarres. Several cut and smoothed pieces of wood as well as a small jar of honey and a natural cut twig. The others had eyed her curiously upon their initial unveiling and even Avalore had her doubts of its use, but for a live field test of the effects of Ankarres she could think of no better situation.

"Master Eden she's convulsing-"
"MEDIC!"

The Healer Aids moved to hold Trix down just as two Medics rushed in through the tentflaps to assist.

"Pupils are dilated, brainwave activity spiking."

"She's hallucinating," Avalore pulled the small carved Ankarres pieces from the box, "camoflauged, grey skin, claws...Hssiss. It's Hssiss venom - lift her head," she pushed the larger piece of Ankarres under Trix's neck and gave the smaller piece to the Medic holding her head in place, "put this between her teeth so she doesn't bite her tongue."

"What's that stench?"

An odor wafted from the exposed wounds that smelled remarkably like death. Avalore felt her lip curl and hair stand on end, the sensation of Darkside corruption given off from the Padawan was nearly palpable, "It's the venom ... Darkside Sickness. Pull her blood type, she's going to need a transfusion, get that jar of honey from the box and apply it directly to the wound. When I'm done," a serious gaze settled on the Healer Aid directly across from her on Trix's wounded side, "I'll need you to close those wounds."

"Master Eden?"

Jaw set, Avalore reached within the collar of her robes and pulled out a silver chain that held upon it the ring given to her by [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] nearly a year ago. Not so much a gift to her as it was a sign of trust, respect and honor between the two. Something to keep with her until her son Destin came of age. More and more Avalore was finding the ring to be of greater use for her than she expected. With a steadying breath she clasped it within her left palm before moving to place her right hand upon the Padawan's forehead.

Snow.

Frozen icicles hanging off branches of evergreen.

A chilled evening countryside in the backdrop of stark white against pale grey skies.

Somewhere in the blanket of frost a house sat warm and welcoming, a golden glow cast from windows.

Avalore felt her heartbeat steady and her fatigue lift, overcome by a lightness and clarity granted by the crushed Kasha stone set into the ring. Inhaling slowly she centered her focus and exuded through the hand connected to the Padawan all the cleansing power of the Lightside.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Abel"] [member="Ayme Katash"]
Objective B

Abel was in a precarious position. The hardy bastard was up and on his feet again, but he'd be all out of room to maneuver if the beast cornered him at the end of the bridge.

"Hey, come here you!" Jacen shouted, trying to draw its attention. It would now, however, be deterred. So Voidstalker gathered the Force around the hilt of his saber and threw it.

The golden blade span past the terentatek's maw, distracting it with light and sound. The tip of the blade grazed against its tusk, neatly slicing part off, before returning to Jacen's grip. That got its attention. It turned towards him, slow and purposeful. The Marshal was aware that it would come at him with remarkable speed when it wished to.

Then a shower of bolts rained down on it from above. Out-of the corner of his eye Jacen saw a bright flare form at the muzzle of a rifle. Someone had yanked out the safety and was deliberately overcharging their rifle. An old trick, but a good one. That bolt bored a hole through the creature's flank, causing it to stumble.

 

[Joy]

Objective B
[member="Ayme Katash"]

The behemoth’s mind was a slavering, primordial consciousness. The apex of predators, bred specifically to kill Force users. Abel knew all this, but the blaster shots from the trooper brought hope to his forlorn heart. They were wounding it. A little at a time. But it was hurting.

But they had all forgotten what they were and what they fought. This was a wolf in a henhouse. Their beaks might be bloodied, but they were not the hunters here. And like a wolf, the terentatek whirled upon the weakest of them to set an example. To strew the floor with rent wings and blood.

And oh, how it hungered for that scarlet nectar. The taste so sweet. The memory so stale.

It wanted to feed again.

An abyssal gaze fixed on Abel and his blood ran cold.

In two thundering strides it crossed the distance between them, seemingly heedless of the blaster bolts, lunging for the Padawan.

Desperately, he scrambled backward. Knowing he could not fight the beast. Knowing that ultimately, all of them together probably wouldn’t bring it down for good. No way out. No room to maneuver. Stuck on the bridge.

On the bridge.

Even this beast couldn’t survive that fall. Not into the lava below.

Wide-eyed, Abel looked over to [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]. “The bridge, Master Voidstalker. Tell them to take out the bri- hrrk”

A lance of chill fire sent hot pain sweeping through his nervous system and cold agony through his bones. He’d never felt pain like this. Abel turned his head and found himself staring directly into the denizen’s eyes, no more than a foot apart. He could smell the stink of its breath from that open maw. Slowly, Abel looked down. A long length of tusk stuck out of him like an odd growth. Abel coughed blood.

The behemoth stood up to its full height, and tilted its head back in a roar of triumph. Abel slid further down on the tusk, feet lifted off the ground, ribs creaking, flesh tearing. He hung limply, impaled through the gut.

Crimson babbled from the wound and ran down the tusk, streaking it red. Droplets fell into the terentatek’s open maw and it relished the taste.

 

[Elaine Thul]

9/37
Objective: C

They followed the Es-Kha deeper underground, than they realized where they were going. It was to the leaders of them, as the first of housecarls moved into the room. They quickly went silent, this was weird as they been chatting all the way til a sudden scream. The whole of the force just stopped, what could just down five of their men. This was worrying, but they had a job to do, this time they began by taking it slower. Allowing some basic infantry to catch up, as they may need to go in numbers, to clear out this nest of Esh-Kha. Elaine now lite up her own lightsaber, and ready herself for what may come. It was crunch time, as til this point nothing they had thrown at the had made a dent, or even slowed their advance.

As they got ready for the final thrust, they saw what stopped them. The Esh-Kha had some force user of there own, and they dived out at tremendous speed. Cutting into the front line of housecarls, their armour was resilient for only few seconds, then blade pierced them. Then second line they fared little better, but one of them managed to grab one by the neck and brake it. As they brought into next line the guns were ready, and they started to unload on them. They blocked the incoming shots, and elaine engage one as well in duel. The last three pressed on, but then agl was fired out at them. The gas came out knocking elaine out, as well as the Esh-Kha force users. They quickly scoped Elaine up, whilst stomping on the Esh-Kha. She was being taken back for some medical treatment, with the wounded.

 

[Matreya]

Location: Javin
Objective: Destroy the Hutt
Allies: [member="Astrid"] [member="Azula Yeshevsky"] @Darth Pikiran [member="Darth Tremor"] [member="Darth Vaildra"] [member="Darth Vazela"] [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Echo Kora"] [member="Erebus Seth"] [member="Eris Malreaux"] [member="Felran Natri"] [member="Jynx"] [member="Sabine Kurtass"] [member="Syss Rembala"] [member="Thanith Gumara"] [member="Trechtus"] [member="Vengeance"] [member="Xastuo"]

After dispatching the door with which he slayed the newest dead, he turned to watch Ven spin into the room in a theatrical assassination of his opponents. Damien nodded in appreciation, for the youth was quite the combatant, and this wasn't the only time he had thought so. Several times now he watched the man, only to believe he deserved better than what he had. He would make Vengeance an honorary Councilman.

That decided, he turned to the flux of enemies charging their way. With his lightsaber in hand, he ducked under the swing of the first man whom wielded a vibroblade, slashing he saber through the man's torso. Continuing that momentum, he spun around the outside of another, stabbing the blade of his sabre through the rear of his cranium in a reversed grip. As he jerked the blade free, he flipped it to the correct direction, dropped it lower to meet the incoming attack of the third to meet him of the group.

Parrying tbe blow he swept the saber inward to cleave through the left leg, then immediately directed the blade upward through the middle.

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

[member="Abel"]
Objective B

Brave, brave little bastard. Brave little bastard who should pay more attention when being charged by a sithspawn the size of a main battle tank. Watching Abel gored by the beast froze his blood. Even through his veneer of control the emotions bled through. As Jacen exhaled he gathered the Force around him. Compressing his internal ritual into a fraction of a second to descend into a trance like state. Time seemed to slow.

Heightened awareness showed the soldiers on the far side of the bridge, unpacking three very large cases. That would take another thirty seconds. The stones of the bridge itself felt smooth and solid to the touch of his mind. Thick old stone that had stood the test of time. It would now bow to any pressure Jacen could exert through the Force.

That left Abel. The slightest brush against him and Jacen had to reinforce his mental walls. Just the ghost of the pain he was enduring could cripple his focus. The bridge, the rocket launchers, the terentatek, Abel.

Jacen closed his eyes and ran. The beast knew he was coming. It diverted its attention from its meal to swing at him lazily. The Jedi Master slid under that horrendous claw, feeling to waft of air in its wake rush over him.

In one smooth motion he returned to his feet and swung. That golden blade would pass perilously close to Abel's face, but the job was done. The tusk fell away, the smooth oval revealed still glowed bright orange. A telekinetic kick would launch the impaled padawan over the terentatek and back to the temple. Wouldn't be a smooth landing, but at least the tusk remained in the wound to keep it sealed and he wasn't going into the beast's maw.

Opening his eyes, Jacen found himself face to face with that grim visage. Now it was annoyed. Jacen couldn't retreat, not back to the side that led to the surface. He felt the exhaustion across his body now. Falling into such a deep connection with the Force at short notice didn't come without drawbacks.