The Last Stand

[Isar]

@[member="Dark Onyx"] @[member="Darren Shaw"] @[member="Kiyala Demont"]

Sev3n advanced, a cold killing machine stuck beneath folds of unholy flesh. The fleshlings opposed the will of Omni. They would be destroyed. It closed the distance toward the one whose lungs spilled words. Sev3n's human analytics system processed the words. Vocal inflection, pitch and volume all indicated terror. Sev3n had been programmed to produce just such a response. Completing its programming gave it an odd satisfaction that only droids seemed to possess.

It began to close the distance between it and the air blowing fleshling with great strides that made the ground tremble. A deep, dissonant bass issued forth as the A.I. began to rhyme most unnaturally. It began, as it always did, with a qualifier to the nature of its words.

"Macabre Rhyme: ​

Terror grips the fleshling​

Mace will make a splashling​

Claws slashing and hewing​

Blood splashing and spewing​

Rip, let intestines fly​

Squash the head, eat the eye​

This hour shall Sev3n stomp​

And on fleshling guts chomp."​

​

It reached the gathered mortals and raised the mace high, bringing it down toward Dark Onyx's head with enough force to shatter a speeder into bits.

 

[Garza]

Darren saw Sev3n come out of no where. Onyx fell out of his hands and onto the ground. He stared at the thing that was telling them about killing them. He shook his head and let onyx onto the ground all the way. "Onyx get out of here I will deal with @[member="Sev3n"] " Darren still had his sith sword out. It was just hanging in his hands. he tightened his grip on the handle and grabbed one of his white lightsabers.

He ignited it, creating a white glow around him once more. He started walking to Sev3n. the blades swinging at his sides. almost touching the ground beneath his feet. He shook his head and said to the beast standing about 20 meters away.

"Try as you might Giant, but you can never overcome the will to live."

Before the beast could slam the giant mace down Darren used he force and created a shield around Onyx. he was not going to let him be crushed.

 

[The Hound]

Couruscant: Outer Orbit/Orbit/Space
The roar of battle was all around him. Explosions from starfighters and frigates meeting their deaths in silent, cold, black grave. Turin refused to be one of these casualties.

Half of Paladin squadron flew through the black. Their mission was simple, escort the heavy bombers to the Tycho that was bombarding the Republic's Frigates and Cruisers. Paladin squadron was a mix of XA-5 X-Wings and R90 Starfires. The bombers they were escorting was a squadron of Longshots. Thus, this was a slow flight and one fraught with danger. Today Turin himself flew in a Starfire, his trusty Astromech the only co-pilot he needed. Sensors were picking up fighters on an intercept trajectory. The good news was that they were the paper thin fighters that the Hutts used. The bad news was that there was almost two squadrons worth of them. The entier squadron couldn't fight them off, that would leave the bombers defenseless. Sucking his teeth he opened communications with the rest of his group. "Alright boys and girls, looks like we've got about 28 Borvos, I need a few volunteers in Starfires to help me mop them up before they get too close and we get swarmed. Not you Jones, I need you to stay with the bombers." A disappointed curse could be heard muffled over the com. Four others volunteered, and with him that equaled six. "Alright we'll see you before too long." he said as he and the three other volunteers pulled out of the formation and headed to the flight of Borvo starfighters.

It hurt knowing some of the people flying these fighters were once his brothers and sisters in arms. But what had to be done had to be done. "Alright kids, this isn't your glory our, we are just trying to whittle down their numbers alright? You take any kind of hit you make a beeline straight back to base and you get fixed up. I don't want any heroics out here!" Affirmatives all around. The roar of their engines as they all hit near max speed to reach the Borvos rang rumbled in Turin's core. It was as if the drums of war had begun to play. They flew straight through the formation of Borvos, blaster fire from their blaster cannons, ripping to shreds the paper thin Borvos. It was almost too easy. "Alright guys, lets turn around! Give them hell!"

Blaster and laser fire filled the sky around him with red and green bolts of energy. As he flew it felt as if he was dancing, twisting and turning through the colorful display. He could feel the rumble as his two repeating blaster cannons fired, ripping through the Borvos. Many of them had activated their shields now and so his repeater had less of an affect on them. Sucking his teeth, he switched to his more powerful laser cannons, tearing through their shields with two or three bursts. "Gah!" a scream from the Com. One of his. Female, Erica, affectionately named 'Twerp', age 20, Twi'lek. Has two sisters and a brother, all younger. No parents. "Hey! What did I say?! Get back to base, I'll cover your retreat!" Pulling a hard right he turned his fighter around and blasted the three Borvos that were on her tail. Luckily she made it out of the fray. He could only hope she made it to one of the nearby ships. By now the Borvos' numbers had dwindled significantly and they were retreating like a Bark rat that had spotted a Nexu. Their work was far from over though. "Alright guys c'mon! We've got a lot of catching up to do if we are going to finish escorting those bombers!"

 

[Darren Onyx]

Onyx didn't hesitate. He started to make his way over to some nearby ruins of a building, limping and whining in pain the whole way. He was injured. He would need help or else he would die. He looked over @[member="Darren Shaw"] and @Sv3n, who were now fighting. He coughed some and got up, limping farther into the ruins.

 

[Isar]

Immense power pressed against the Force Shield as the mace slammed into it. The weight of a five thousand pound terentatek was behind the swing. Sev3n could have crushed the Force Shield if it unleashed the full strength of its beastial body, but it ceased the attack as soon as it felt resistance. A tusked head swung toward @[member="Darren Shaw"]. The deep, rumbling bass rolled forth disturbing, robotic laughter. "Mockery: your will to live is insignificant beside the wear of time. Voice such idellic opinions in a thousand years, when time has rotted your fragile bones to dust. I shall still be there to listen. Mortal."

The A.I. of a Hunter Killer droid would not be so easily dissuaded from its target. One would not escape where two could be eliminated. It opened up a subspace transmission to a swarm of nearby seraphs. The droids alerted to Sev3n's targetting protocols and began to move in on Darren. The swarm ran over him, blocking his path from Sev3n as the HK A.I.-Terentatek monstrosity turned toward @[member="Dark Onyx"] and charged after him with great, loping strides. The limping fleshling could not outpace a terentatek designed to hunt down Force Users. Sithspawn, directed with the motor control of a Hunter Killer droid. Pinpoint preternatural power. A nightmare. An armored nightmare.

Sev3n reached the limping Onyx with horrifying speed. A terrible, taloned hand swept out, claws the size of swords, as Sev3n attempted to grab the fleeing fleshling.

 

[Garza]

Darren had stopped the mace from hitting onyx. He felt tired all of a sudden. But worse comes to worse when the droids start to come after him. Darren was tired and the voice was coming to his head again. "Let me take over. Let me take over" Darren wouldnt let that happen right now. He used a force push against the ground to create a violent wave of energy fly everywhere. Derbies would fly and fall like rain. and Droid bodies would fall the same. Darren focued on the thing rushing at Onyx and didnt want the injured friend have to face the beast alone. Darren threw his lightsaber At the beast with the force to guide its path.

He knew that he was using alot of force power to help his friends when he could potentially die himself. but he knew he wouldn't The voice would help him.

 

[Isar]

The lightsaber flew true. Like a spear of light, it lanced into the spiny back of the terentatek, punching through the hard outer flesh and sizzling into the flesh beneath. The terentatek let loose a roar as it felt a pain such as it had not felt in centuries. Sev3n felt none. It was a Hunter Killer droid. With a droid brain. Droids did not respond to pain. They analyzed it. The pain was immense, but Sev3n processed it quickly. Non-fatal. Seared flesh, cutting through the thick skin. Processors whirred. Lightsaber.

Sev3n simultaneously scanned through the terentatek's Force awareness. The presence of @[member="Darren Shaw"] still stood surrounded by a regrowing swarm of Seraphs. Sev3n processed the incoming information from the Seraphs. They quickly resurrounded the fleshling in a semi-circle. Instead of firing in staccato succession, Sev3n transmitted a battle algorithm to them. They all opened fire with their composite beams simulatenously. Twenty jets of energy lancing forth to strike at the fleshling. And it had just lost its lightsaber.

Unimpeded despite the lightsaber sticking from its back, the terentatek continued to swing its claw toward @[member="Dark Onyx"].

 

[Garza]

Darren had lost his lightsaber for the umptenth time. and now the droid fired at him all at once. there would be only one way out of this he just didnt know what. It came to his head faster than he thought. he used his prosthetics to leap into the air away from the blaster shots. In the air he drew his Red lightsaber from his waist. It emitted a crimson red glow unlike his white blades.. as he fell back to the ground Darren sent chain lightning to the droids in turn. small bursts may disrupt their programming. but just to make sure he added alittle more umph into the blasts. The thing was still chasing after Onyx he just hoped that he could hold himself for a few seconds as Darren dealt with the droids.

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Atop the World Devastator

"Jaxton, if you are there. I'm sorry, This is for your own good." The Grandmaster spoke, and Jaxton pitied him. He, like Jaxton, didn't want to kill his opponent. Sadly Darron was just on the wrong side of things. It was not his heart but his mind that was flawed. Omni's victory today would ensure peace tomorrow, and Darron's flawed intentions couldn't stop it, even with his good heart.

So Jaxton lunged forward as Darron deactivated his lightsabers and clipped them to his belt. Jaxton wasn't normally one to attack an unarmed target, but he knew Darron and had seen him use the Force. Simply put, Darron would never be unarmed. To his surprise Jaxton wasn't met with a display of telekinesis, but full on Force Lightning. Jaxton held his blade in front of him to block the lightning, but Jaxton was still immersed in electricity. It was not his wide frame that betrayed him, but the Jedi- Sith's sheer width and magnitude of lightning. As the lightning crawled all around him, burning his arms and wrapping around his frame he saw and felt a Sith Lord's presence. There was no doubt about it Master Wraith was a Sith now, and he had to fall. For the good of the Jedi, and for the peace of the Galaxy.


"Sith . . . Bastard." Jaxton groaned as Omni's reasoning became more and more and more clear. Organic's couldn't be trusted. If the Grandmaster could fall to the darkside than no one was safe. Omni had to win, to stop the Sith once and for all. Jaxton caught himself wishing he learned the defensive Soresu from Master Watts. His preferred forms of Makashi and Djem So were simple too slow to block the wide spread of lightning. With no other choice, Jaxton raised his lightsaber to make a high opening stance, the blade horizontal across his face. He began slashing with great speed, one after the other in a chaotic, seemingly unconnected, but beautiful maelstrom of blue light. To cheap photoreceptors and the naked eye, it would have appeared as if he was attacking from everywhere at once, but Wraith would have recognized what he was doing instantly. It was a technique he had studied the Grandmaster use in combat, one he had been practicing himself in secret, and his only hope of a surprise.

"So was Adamant Company a lie Darron? A front to recruit Jedi into the Sith?" He said he batted off lightning and came closer to the the man he once called friend. "How many more have you corrupted? What did you do about Rosa? Is she a Sith too?" Jaxton said as he began a sequence of cuts and feints against the Grandmaster from all directions. He was beginning a duel that flow at a quicker pace than he had ever attempted, and one he couldn't afford to lose.

@[member="Darron Wraith"] @[member="Darth Apparatus"]

 

[The Hound]

The two remaining fighters and himself finally caught up to the bomber squadron. It seemed like they had made it to the target but something seemed off. "Bravo, has the package been delivered?" he asked the Lieutenant leading the bomber squadron. "No!, the Tycho is messing with our targeting!" Well that would explain why they hadn't dropped their payload yet. "Frak! Damn droids..." Audible beeps and blips came in protest from his astromech at the remark. "You don't count Pes." This was bad though, very bad. "Pes, can you search for some sort of signal booster, probably on the outside of the Tycho." Twirls and beeps came through the com as the little astromech did its calculations. The signal jammer was near the top of the immense droid cruiser, and it seemed heavily guarded. "Rex, I'm putting you in charge of a small detachment. Take all of the X-wings with you and take down that signal jammer!"
"Roger. God Speed."
Turin nodded and returned the feelinds of good will. "God Speed." With that he moved in with the rest of the Starfires to keep the pressure off the bombers. Pressing a com button he sent a message to Captain Walsh, a text message. "Things complicated. Bravo has not delivered the package. Watch Yourself."
@[member="Sophia Walsh"]

 

[Seydon of Arda]

Within World Devastator / Bulk-Loader Lift /@[member="Ben Watts"]

The closed lift chamber afforded very little pause or comfort. It suffered from in-organic aesthetics, ventilation grills welded over with thickened shield blasts, rendering the air too close and too warm. Winking sec-cams, filthy cylindrical lenses popped with fiber-optic cable bundles, turned their impartial stares upon the two cramped in Jedi. As Ben spoke, the boy's thoughts fell empty whilst he listened: digital chanting grated back and forth aloud between audio-speakers whilst miniaturized jet-wings hummed and buzzed, winging cadaverous machine chassis' downward at breakneck speed. Impossible details to hear unaided, though Seroth seemed possessed of untypical sensory skill.

"Wait..." He said, as they backed into individual lift corners. "Wait..."

Hooked steel-talons pierced through the above-head ceiling. Glow-lamps were ripped apart, bursting with chemical phosphor as jagged-edged tools shrilled and cut through the barricading materials. Only bare sparks provided illumination, apart from the pair's lit swords. The saw-blades keened and bit through the offending metals, tearing through rough, octagonal outlines of entry. A terse moment of rumbling quiet came as the talons receded and the cutting-saws were disengaged from the bulkhead. Seroth breathed softly in the dark, counting down the noiseless seconds. ...Then the Seraphs fell like lanky, hellish constructs, mono-eyes burning in the darkness as their claw-hands reached out to sever the flesh from their faces.

The resultant tempest of Jedi swordplay lasted so long as ten seconds; every falling cut and sweeping slash played out in slowed time so that neither of them would ever forget the moment. With hardly the foot-space for the usual manuevers, the exchange of violence came down to brute initiative. Ben and Seroth took it, swords blinking after-images in the lidless mono-eyes of the Seraphim, too fast and too bright to follow. Clawed hands were rended, facial beam-emitters shorn off and dessicated frame structures severed through and laid smoking upon the lift decking. Every loss was replaced by two machines hurtling in from the above breech ceiling breeches, but despite the mystique cultivated by the A.I., they were not innumerable. There was not enough physical bodies to keep up with the mounting pile of fallen Seraphim. The last Machine fell into a crouch atop the 'corpse'-hill, servo-hydraulics minutely tensing before it barreled its meager weight towards Ben Watts.

Seroth smiled grimly as the unfortunate metal-thing was bissected cleanly from skull-brow to groin.

 

[Ben Watts]

The two of them fought in unison, an unspoken language that only the two of them were aware of, the seemingly endless swarm of droids that continued to barrel into the small elevator shaft were all cut down just as quick as they landed. Lightsabers never touching, though with every swing, it looked as if they would meet in the middle. There was something about battle, something about being so in tune with the force that his body reacted before his mind, it was thrilling in its own way. Ben did not enjoy this part of it, but it was needed, without the destruction their would be no peace. A fallacy that's own comprehension seemed just out of reach Ben's understanding. While there were Jedi, there would be Sith, and while there were Sith, there would be no peace, with no peace, monstrosities such as the World Destroyer would keep popping up. It seemed as if there was no end in sight, but that did not deter Ben, he did not fight so that he would one day bring complete peace to the world. That was impossible, true peace was atonement with the force, he did it all to protect the ones he loved: Jedi.

As the last droid fell, Ben slipped his lightsaber to his side, deactivating it quickly and then assessing the situation. He looked at the floor, they were about five stories too high, glancing at the button he wondered if it would work. Might as well try, he pressed the down button, nothing. Hitting him out of nowhere, he felt something was amiss, Darron was in trouble. Closing his eyes, he reached out with the force, farsight was a skill that very few practiced and even fewer were great at. He would not consider himself great, but he was good enough to see what was going on, Darron was fighting both Jaxton and Apparatus. That was not including the swarm of droids that he was also having to fend off. Jaxton must have been infected. Almost as if being sucked back to reality, he snapped his eyes open, and he turned to Seroth.

"This is where we part ways," He hated to give him the news, but Darron was in a bind, and the only Jedi who was near and capable enough to help him was Seroth. Ben could, but this World Destroyer needed to be destroyed, and Ben trusted Seroth to get to the top. "Jaxton has been infected it seems, he has turned on Darron, and he is also dealing with our other "ascended" friend Darth Apparatus. You must get back to the top and help him, I will continue by myself from here." He did not like the idea of splitting up, two Jedi were always better than one, but the other side of the coin was what Darron was facing. "Move fast, eyes open, and may the force be with you, Seroth." Reaching out, he placed his hand on Seroth's shoulder, a sign of friendship at least in the eyes of Ben. His smile did not belong here among all of the fighting, but he had come to realize that frowning was worse, so why not smile?

There was not much time to be wasted, they needed to act fast, so after Ben gave his farewell and then reactivated his lightsaber. He created another square in the ground, he was going to have to climb the rest of the way down, boy was this going to be fun. Seroth was not like other Jedi, he knew his duty, and Ben hoped he would not questions Ben's authority. Giving one last look, he leaped down into the hole, grabbing on to the cables where he would be making his descent. "Tell Darron Ben says "you're welcome." He chuckled, wondering if Seroth heard, and smiling at the idea of a joke being cracked at such awful times. No need making it worse being all depressing.

 

[Darron Wraith]

Even though he was spraying electric judgement everywhere from his fingertips, Darron began to feel a darkness approaching. Reaching out with his senses, he could feel it ascending. It would have been barely noticed in the ongoing conflict, but it was a void, sucking in all the light around it. The Jedi Master had only felt a few darksiders capable of projecting such an aura. One of them was the Empress, one had killed Teferi Efreet, and the other he had met on Belsavis. As Ashin was currently on Mon Calamari, and Moridin hadn't been seen publically ever since Junction. The process of elimination made it a rather simple guess as to who was coming to the top of the World Devastator, and Darron wasn't pleased in the slightest. Judging from his lighting, the nanites had still somehow survived the electrical onslaught. Most likely a product of the Jedi Master holding back, in an attempt to not kill his fellow member of the Order. Please stop Jaxton, don't make me do this, he thought to himself as he continued to fire the emerald streams of electricity.

Darron paused his lightning assault as Jaxton called him a Sith, had Omni taken hold of him that quickly? His boots echoed against the roof of the great war machine as he backed away from his friends, a confused look crossed his face as the Jedi Knight changed his lightsaber stance. Under normal circumstances, he would have laughed at Jaxton. In their current situation though, he was simply in awe of what he was looking at. It was a stance he had only viewed in a mirror, or in the holocron that he had found years ago. "Are you really doing what I think you are doing?" Darron knew his question was pointless as soon as the Zeltron lunged at him, and the staccato, disconnected flurries were a dead give away. He was attempting to use Vaapad against him, without any formal training whatsoever in it. Ducking and dodging, he resisted the urge to try and activate his blades and counterattack for fear of his fellow Jedi's life.

"Jaxton, you can't possibly hope to hurt me with that. You aren't even in the flow with it, how can you beat me with something I alone have mastered?"

Incoherent words came in flurries just as the blue lightsaber blade did, and each was far off the mark. Leaping away, Darron could feel the seconds ticking away until the Sith Master reached them. What to do Wraith, kill Jaxton? Or take on two opponents at once? Another blow got perilously close, and by instinct both electrum plated hilts flew to his hands with a tug of the Force. A tap of the activation switches brought his blades to life with a snap-hiss, and he allowed himself to fall back into Vaapad as his friend continued his assault. Skirting the penumbra of the darkside, he channeled his will to win into a weapon of light as he pulled all the darkness around into him. That was when the difference between the two showed as they traded blows, Jaxton's facsimile could only get him so far. The GrandMaster knew all of the strikes, and every option for every blow, Jaxton was only going off of what he had seen. While he put up a good fight, Darron wasn't fighting to kill, merely stall the Zeltron. He was about to send a message to Seroth or Ben, until he felt the other Jedi Knight approaching them in the Force. Good, I'm sorry for this Jaxton.

Another crash of blades, and the Jedi Master pulled the Force into him and released the energy in a might push directed towards the Zeltron to knock him towards where Seroth was coming from. Please spare our brother Seroth, I have something to deal with. As the telepathic message was sent, the Sith Master landed and activated his blade. It's crimson bar contrasted with his two sky-blue blades, and the Jedi Master simply pulled his blades up into a defensive stance. Lord Apparatus spoke, his voice barely recognizable such was the darkside influence over him. Though Omni could have had something to do with it being barely understandable. "We don't have to do this Apparatus, Omni isn't the way. This ends today, now let me purge you of the nanites and we can stop him together."

@[member="Darth Apparatus"] @[member="Seroth Ur-Rahn"] @[member="Jaxton Ravos"] @[member="Ben Watts"]

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Atop the World Devastator

"Jaxton, you can't possibly hope to hurt me with that. You aren't even in the flow with it, how can you beat me with something I alone have mastered?" The Sith masquerading as Grandmaster taunted him. Did Jaxton need more anger to channel? Was Vaapad another Sith technique? No, Jaxton needed to stop the imposter, at any cost. Still, he was correct. Though Jaxton's strikes and slashes were many and varied, seemingly unconnected to most swordsmen Darron saw every move, every pattern hidden within the labyrinth of saber-strikes. He couldn't beat Darron sword for sword, he needed to alter his method of attack. Jaxton continued his staccato of strikes, but focused the Force around his left arm. If he could cement his arm in the Force and attack with enough speed he might be able to knock the man out with a single well placed punch.

After a few seconds slashes he had finally gathered the Force around himself, as if he were pouring a layer of durasteel to amplify the Force of his blow. Pressing his strength and his saber at Darron's blue blade he finally found an opening and lunged his fist forward, aimed at the jaw of Master Wraith. But Darron's spare blade was too quick, too strong, and bisected his forearm a few inches below his wrist. Instantly cauterizing the wound seared, smoked, and hissed, and Jaxton could not help but scream out in pain. He looked at the stump of his forearm for a half of a second and then tried to return to his battle, swinging his lightsaber wildly forward with his right arm. The blade was met instantly by Darron's, and in Jaxton's weak moment he was thrown back by the Force. As he flew backwards he turned his lightsaber into the hull of the devastator, slowing down his ride until he finally stopped and gathered himself. He turned and found himself in the presence of his friend Seroth, and hoped desperately that he hadn't fallen to Wraith's trickery.

"Darron is a Sith." He spat, angry at the Grandmaster for falling, himself for believing him, and himself for getting thrown away from the battle due to lack of tolerance for pain. The stump on his left arm still burned in his nerves, and the sizzle of his flesh could be heard slightly. "He's cut my hand. We need to stop him. I need your help Seroth."

@[member="Darron Wraith"] @[member="Seroth Ur-Rahn"]

 

[Sophia Walsh]

Couruscant: Outer Orbit/Orbit/Space


This was her first major battle as captain and to say she wasn't overwhelmed was an understatement. There was so much going on not to mention her cruiser kept getting hit from all angles despite efforts to keep it safe. She wasn't worried about it going down as she knew how solid these things were. When she was younger her father would well take her out in his cruiser when he was captain and let her fly. It was still a little weird that it was her this time but there was no time for that or just sitting in her chair for that matter.

Sophia was currently pacing back and forth only for the moment though as she received an incoming regarding how things were going on the eastern side of the planet. They were outnumbered by not only enemy fighters but the droids as well. They made things ten times harder than they had to be. They were supposed to be fighting Omni together not each other as well in the process.

Outside the window she could see the battle very clearly. An array of lights scattered across the sky all very beautiful until you realized the show outside was a battle. The rays of lights were actually shots being fired back and forth. The explosions were her brothers and sisters in arms being shot out of the sky. This was war though it wasn't pretty.

It was only when she received a text message from Lieutenant Val Kur that she sat back down in her chair. Sighing she shook her head. Hadn't he heard of calling to discuss a situation? It was important the package be delivered what was the hold up? A quick call would clear all her questions up. She understood he was busy but so was she this made things oh more stressful. "Why? What's the hold up?" She typed back to him. Fine they would do it his way no time for squabbling over something stupid. If he needed another squad dispatched somewhere for help he needed to tell her.


@[member="Turin Val Kur"]

 

[The Hound]

Twerp, didle-doop!
Pes was telling him that he was receiving a message. That was great, except for the fact that at the moment he was performing a very, very tight maneuver. Currently he had two ancient A-wings on him. Sure, his ship was newer, but the A-wings had been retrofitted with more powerful engines and concussion missiles. All four of which were locked onto him. At the moment he was in a very tight spiral downward. Soon he would have to come out, but not before he knew it was the right time. Flipping a switch for communication he hailed the Captain. He knew it was probably about the message he sent, but that was being taken care of, so what did she want? "What is it Walsh? I'm a little busy!" he said, ignoring the use of her rank and completely ignoring the fact that she too was also busy in this massive battle.

A loud beeping sound began to fill the cockpit as a combination of alarms went off. Massive engine strain, missile lock, and great, he was low on fuel. "Frak, frak, frak!" This would not be the end though. It couldn't be. Pulling a hard left his downward spiral turned into a corkscrew upwards, the sudden movement jerking him back into his seat and straining the durasteel on his Starfire. The missiles were closing fast, following his heat signature But he was coming up on one of the A-wings now from below. Pulling down the trigger, a volley of blaster fire sprayed into the underbelly of the old fighter, tearing through its shields. Passing it by as it exploded he changed to an intercept course for the other A-wing. With superior speed he passed by it as well, the missiles following him crashing into it instead. With a heavy sigh of relief he realized his comlink was still active. 'Woops...' Pulling up video he grinned, his helmet and visor covering most of his face. "What is it Captain?" @[member="Sophia Walsh"]

 

[Reyven Samoth]

@[member="Thraishe Krine"]

"I will train you if you prove yourself worthy. Show me what you're capable of, tap into your hate and unleash the power of the Force on these machines. They speak of ascension but lack the one true path to it. Show them what they are lacking!"

To emphasis his point, as one of the Blades caught up to him finally, he gripped it in the Force, lifting it in the air and pushing it against one of the interior walls of the Devastator with such pressure that it destroyed the droid's limbs and left it embedded in a plate of durasteel. Laser fire lanced in his direction, forcing him to move about, blocking a few shots and feeling a few more scorch through his robes and against his flesh.

Pulling back on the plate with the droid stuck in it, he ripped it free and turned it, using it as a shield as he pushed forward towards the engine room.

 

[Sophia Walsh]

What did he think she wasn't busy too? It wasn't as if she was sitting in her chair painting her nails. Sophia had more than just him to worry about as well but that was beside the point. He was taking up her time now again when she needed to be checking on the status of another squadron. She was glad for the update and was sure he had it under control but leaving vague messages was not going to fly with her. If anything went wrong it was her they would be pointing fingers at not him as she was supposed to have him under control.

Before she could answer him curse and a bunch of other beeping noises in the background which made it clear he forgot to turn off his comm. What type of trouble had he gotten himself into now? Sophia sincerely hoped he was just doing some stupid maneuver and wasn't in some serious trouble. Sighing she stood up again and rubbed her head as she waited for him to hopefully come back on. Sophia had a good mind to ask what the frek he was just doing but decided to keep to the business a hand. "Lieutenant, I think you know why I'm calling. What do you mean the package hasn't been delivered what's the hold up?" He next question pending on his answer was to ask what his plan was. She hoped though that he would just tell her that.

@[member="Turin Val Kur"]

 

[Thraishe Krine]

@[member="Reyven Samoth"]

Thraishe nodded, and with a smile, used what little force techniques he knew from his father. He Force Pushed some droids against the wall as he followed close behind the Prophet. He stabbed and slashed several droids down with his lightsaber pike. Thraishe could feel his anger rising and he let out a bolt of lightning from his fingertips. He stood amazed. He'd never done that before!

 

[awesomeguy]

"Thank you" Reid really was grateful because if she hadn't came sooner than he might have died. "Its a few blocks from here, I will lead the way." Reid was about to start running when he realized that he didn't even know here name. "I'm Reid by the way. And you are?" He knew that he should be rushing to save the kids right now but he at least needed to know her name.
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