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[Torn Eskol]

B L A C K - S U N - S Y N D I C A T E
MINES OF SILENCE

Aiden Porte l Roman Vossari l Ariel Korvane l Sibylla Abrantes l Verity Suun
Direct to: Roman Vossari

SHADOWS WITH TEETH

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He was a shadow with teeth,

And moved like one too. Fast, but smooth. Every move, every step, foot position, calculated. Cold. No fanfare. No speeches. No wasted movements. His eyes turned towards the other one, Ariel Korvane as she fired. The blaster fire was rapid, and the push was all Torn needed to build up some momentum. Roman pushed him. Torn allowed himself- losing his balance for a moment, but rolled over a crate to gain it back. The crate moved just under his weight as he rolled over it.

Roman, if he was lesser of a fighter, or perhaps not as experienced- he might've thought Torn didn't do it on purpose. Or maybe Torn's ruse was that good. The blaster shots went wide, scouring the wall and sending debris down on them.

He executed a perfectly-timed, perfectly-formed front kick into the crate towards Roman. He grimaced, narrowing his eyes and turning towards Inez. His own sidearm came out, and then- the hunter in him wasn't amused. Wasn't done yet. No-

His suppressed pistol- a staple of SIA operatives and assassins, hit not the lights, but one of the power junction boxes that lined the wall to regulate power to the lights and machinery. It whirred and whined, then overloaded after electricity arced through the air. And then- blackness. Darkness, light so dim that it would be hard to see even a few inches in front of you. No light down here.

But there was Torn's glowing eyes. They moved up slightly. He was smiling in the darkness. He could see perfectly. His eyes were honed, trained, lethal. He dropped low, moving in a slither like motion, dropping his knee just above the ground and moving forward. She had the ranged weapon and was seemingly more willing to use it effectively. She was a target for now. He went in to step behind her- he turned his body towards Roman, one of his feet just on the inside of her legs.

And then, that sneaky bastard went to grab both of her legs by her knees and slam her to the floor.

How rude, he was.

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[Scour]

Like a heartbeat monitor, Captain Scour witnessed and felt the Jedi's will fluctuate, burdened by the oppressive weight of his own presence, and then stabilize back into serenity. The resolve in Aiden's eyes was seemingly absolute, but the Captain saw through it, a facade. There was struggle, there was conflict, as was the paradox of the Force and of life itself.

As Aiden spoke, Scour mouthed the same words but gave no utterance. His perception seemingly giving the illusion of foresight. In actuality Aiden Porte moved in slow motion to him, but this could change at a moments notice in combat.

As Scour kept his gaze, a scrutinizing one, oh, ever scrutinizing, on the Jedi Knight, he also sharpened his presence in the dark side of the Force, sucking in all the ambient pain and suffering, enforcing a moment that sparked a crescendo. A nova, that happened in an instant, when the Captain raised his offhand, dropping the two hacked limbs to the floor and forming his hand into that of a snap, and snap he did. At first it was nothing, but within the metaphysical correspondences that went beyond sight, vibrations and and vergences went taunt, attempting to go into and through the Jedi Knight, and following the direct line of sight that Captain Scour was really focusing on.

Aiden was never his target, but the entrance and exit of the tunnel behind them, or the cavern itself, was, and when the Captain snapped his fingers, everything fell apart. The ceiling itself cracked and splintered, a fiery explosion of combustion, exploding and hurling rock, debris, dust, boulder, and stone into the cavern. Avalanching toward them both, as the Gen'dai readied his blastsword, and took an advantageous swipe to drag the blade across the Jedi Knight's chest, in an attempt to make him backstep into the incoming perilous assault of earthen upheaval. Seeking to seal the jedi knight in with no where to go except through.

Meanwhile the Captain laughed in mocking tone.

 

[Verity Suun]

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OBJECTIVE I
Equipment: Seraph Eques III Armor, Igneus Gladius IV Weapon

With a grunt, the Admiral hefted her rifle and let loose on the enemy once more. She'd tried to minimize long-range fire while Roman found his center, but a battlefield didn't always allow you to do as you like. The man had recognized this as well in forcing himself back to his feet. It wasn't easy to power through trauma, and it could hardly be said to be the healthiest option, but it was the only option at the moment.

Unlike Inez and Roman, Verity didn't try for subtle. The thick, white armor wasn't meant for stealth. The Imperium demanded their enemy see them coming. To know their fate had been sealed before the first blast was ignited. These outworlers' gods should pity the fact they knew not the death that walked among them; they stood proudly in her path believing they would emerge victorious.

Their trio diverged, and for a time left Verity to shoulder the brunt of the fire. An energy shield flared into existence to deflect much of it as her boots crunched into the ground. It had been a while since the last time Verity had felt so pinned down by enemy fire. Then again, she didn't have a full compliment of Knights with her to distribute the load. Nor did she knew what Inez and Roman had planned.

As the distance closed, the Imperiium Admiral set to work pummeling and disarming opponents. It was quick work.

Until whatever must have amounted as Special Forces arrived. Verity even caught a glimpse of Inex being flung aside by one of them whose attention turned toward the tank. Verity smirked. "COME ON." The rifle whipped over her shoulder to secure it out of the way as the Gen'dai approached.

Servos wound up as Verity charged forward to meet the muscular abomination. She twisted aside and delivered a heavy bodyshot to the fiend. They were no slower in responding as the fist that'd sailed by her head snapped upward. The Gen'dai's elbow slammed down on her shoulder; Verity shoved backto regain her position for the next exchange.

Roman Vossari | Ariel Korvane | Torn Eskol
Aiden Porte | Scour​

 

[Dominique Vexx]

OBJECTIVE II​

Dominique smiled. Indispensable was she? That was the point. Unlike those fools in the former Corporate Authorities of Denon, Dominique had no intention of letting Denon tear itself apart or let CorpSec run free destroying it in place of the actual terrorists. Nonetheless, her world was far from what the High Republic with its lofty ideals envisioned for its members. The same circumstances that caused turmoil under the Galactic Alliance existed even now. A planet and its people did not change in a day. Not even a year. But politics cared not for reasonable timelines and expectations. Her job was not only solidifying Denon's future reality, but in keeping galactic governments from making... reactionary over corrections. Making it obvious what they would lose by being overzealous was therefore part of her job.

Arguably it should be the PreX's job, but everyone knew they were just a puppet. Leave it to the Senator of Denon then to handle matters.

When they reached the edge of camp, Aurelian looked out at the haze and saw a desolation. A potentially useful desolation, but hardly one full of promise. Dominique looked over at the King and Chancellor with a small smile. "I'll make it mean something to everyone." If they could rebuild Denon in a decade, Dominique was determined to show indisputable evidence this planet was salvageable in just as much time. It would never be a mining world again, but agriculture? A place to house all the refugees being ferried about and causing consternation in the Senate? Oh, yes, Denon -- and Dominique -- were indispensable.

She turned to watch as the man gave her a bow. So quick. So easy was that mask worn. Dominique smiled, but inwardly she wondered how to get him to open up for more than a single moment. Did he not recognize how difficult it was for her to do the same? Too many daggers held behind backs. Too much poison to go around. Well, if being deterred was in her capabilities then Dominique wouldn't be a Director of Denon. All things would be revealed in time.

Just as suddenly, he offered gratitude, which had her blinked behind her glareshades. Had that been the real Aurelian, or the mask?

Dominique slowly turned her head to look back out at the radioactive wastes. Well, the organizations certainly had their work cutout for them. She'd have to remind them to take pictures of the worst of it so they could prove the measure of their results later. And to ensure investments in the research groups would hasten redevelopment. There was a system nearby with Isotope-5, perhaps...

The black-cloaked figure turned to make her way back toward the center of camp where her people would have established a control center. So much to do. So many people to impress upon the value of investing in her world's countless companies. Just another day in the life in the Republic.

Aurelian Veruna​

 

[Raylin Fall]

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Roman Vossari

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Ariel Korvane

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Ariel Korvane

MINES OF SILENCE
ASSAULTING THE BLAST DOOR




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The Pathfinders didn't waste any time at all actually-they rapidly moved into positions, taking up defensive spots around the blast doors. They were able to secure a foothold, and through a strategic movement of crates and utilizing the terrain to their advantage, they all managed to take cover. The Black Sun were good at a lot of things, but they weren't soldiers, commandos, or had the training and experience the Pathfinders had. Raylin alone cultivated years and multiple agencies of experiences, from the Alliance Marines to the Raider battalion, now to the Pathfinders.

The Marine in him was vicious, but the Medic he was now was concerned with the well-being of their HVT.

He turned and grit his teeth, tucking into the crate as he slammed another charge pack into his rifle. The Black Sun, for the time being, had been beaten back- or were more focused on the Jedi. The Pathfinders spread out, and began the arduous task of figuring out how to get the blast door open. There was a panel there, and one of the team members went to work poking at it. The blast door provided good cover- but at the moment only. Once it was open, it was a whole new set of problems.

One that Raylin was confident his team could deal with.

 

[Aiden Porte]

Scour
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The instant Scour's fingers snapped, Aiden felt the Force convulse. It wasn't the clean hum of energy through space it was raw, twisted, wrong. His instincts demanding his attention before the sound of rending stone caught up.

The ceiling above them split with a thunderous crack. A wave of molten heat and sound ripped through the cavern, turning air into fire. Chunks of rock sheared loose, cascading like an avalanche from hell.

Aiden didn't think. He moved.

The Force surged through him, reflex turned purpose. His saber slashed up in a diagonal sweep not to block, but to redirect. The first slab of rock shattered under the weight of his will, pulverized midair into a thousand shards that sprayed harmlessly aside. The next came down faster, heavier. He thrust his free hand upward, and a barrier erupted between him and the storm, translucent, shimmering with strain as it caught the weight of the mountain itself.

Stone screamed against invisible pressure.

Scour was already on him, the swords edge trailing firelight. Aiden pivoted, turning just as the blade skimmed across his chest plate, scoring a molten groove across his armor. The impact sent him staggering a step, and for a heartbeat the wall of debris threatened to collapse over them both.

He planted his feet, centered his weight, and pushed.

The barrier exploded outward, a shockwave of pure energy bursting through the collapsing cavern. Rocks and dust reversed course in a violent surge, right towards Scour.

 

[Roman Vossari]

LOCATION: Objective I
TAGS: Ariel Korvane | Verity Suun | Torn Eskol

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The crate slammed into Roman's chest before he could brace. The impact tore the air from his lungs, sending him crashing backward across the floor. Pain flared sharply along his ribs, but pure instinct took hold. His hand shot forward, palm open, and something inside him answered.

The crate skidded back with a violent shove, scraping sparks from the durasteel. Roman froze, chest heaving, his pulse roaring. For a heartbeat, the Force felt like a storm he'd been drowning beneath his whole life. Now, he stood in its heart, alive and unhidden.

Then the lights died, swallowing the cavern in blackness. His breath hitched, heart hammering. The old panic clawed at him, the cold helplessness, leaving him trapped and powerless. But this time, he forced it down.

Roman closed his eyes. It was pointless in the dark, yet it steadied him as he reached out. The world bled into other senses: sound and movement, with a rising heat. Verity burned at the edge of his perception, a furnace of focus and armor. Inez was closer, a flickering spark, fierce but fading, pain threading through her light. Torn, however, was a void; cold and deliberate, pulsing with malice.

Roman drew a ragged breath, jaw tight.

He raised his hand, fingers trembling, and pushed. A sudden burst of invisible force rippled outward, raw and uneven, aimed at the dark where Torn's presence stalked. The force wasn't elegant or trained. It was a shield born of instinct, fear, and a deep need for protection.

He felt the strain burning through him, his arm shaking, heart pounding with every pulse. But he held the line. He wasn't running anymore.

 

[Isla Reingard]

Location: Objective II
Tags: Sven Halestorm

Isla groaned dramatically. She brushed aside a hanging vine as they walked. "You just had to make that sound profound, didn't you? You could've just said, 'Yeah, the moss is cool,' but no... now it's patient and wise. I swear, you Jedi have some kind of competition to see who can make nature sound the most philosophical."

Still, her grin lingered. There was something comforting about the way he spoke, like the world slowed down just to match his words. Even if half of them sounded like riddles. "Alright, fine," she conceded, kicking a pebble down the path. "Maybe I am listening. But don't tell my instructors, or they'll start thinking this little 'field trip' is actually working."

Her brown eyes flashed with humor. "And I definitely don't want them assigning me to the quiet reflection group again. Those kids meditate so hard they forget how to blink." She hopped onto a low rock, balancing as she talked. "But I think you're wrong about something," she added, looking back at him with mock seriousness. "If I make that ballad, the rhyme structure will be perfect. 'Master Halestorm, wise and gray, teaching moss what not to say.' Tragic, yet educational."

The forest around them grew denser, the air warmer and richer with scent. Isla fell silent for a few paces, then glanced up at him again. A hint of sincerity cut through her teasing. "Direction, huh? That's not really my thing. I don't usually go looking for purpose; it just sort of bumps into me, usually right before I get scolded."

Her steps slowed as the trees opened to reveal a stream ahead, water glinting between roots and moss. She crouched near the bank, dipping her fingers in the cool current. "Maybe you're right, though," she said quietly. "Maybe the journey isn't about the destination, but about what finds us along the way." Then she looked over her shoulder, mischief returning in full force. "Still, if the Force wants us to find lunch, it better start showing us where the sandwiches grow."

 

[Sven Halestorm]

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Objective: II - The New Frontier
Location: Kenari Wilderness
Tag: Isla Reingard


Sven came to stand beside her at the stream’s edge, the gentle burble of water filling the spaces between their words. He did not rush to answer her; he let the quiet settle first, the way one lets ripples fade before trying to see the reflection beneath. “You would be surprised,” he said at last, “how often the Force does lead us to food. Though I’m afraid sandwiches rarely grow on trees. Even here.”

Her jest about Jedi turning moss into philosophy drew another faint, knowing curve of his mouth. “If moss had something to teach,” he said, “I suspect it would choose you before it chose me.” He dipped his own fingertips into the stream, testing the current as though greeting it rather than observing it. “Not because you are patient, but because you are honest. The Force has far less use for composure than students are taught to believe.”

He looked toward her, not down at her, not through her, but to her, with a gentleness that felt like it had been earned rather than assumed. “Direction isn’t a destination,” he continued. “And you do seek it, even if you don’t name it as such. Running from chores is not the same as running without purpose. You followed the hum out here because something in you wanted truth, not instruction.” A pause, soft as stepping into sunlight. “That is more than most ever learn to follow.”

Her invented ballad earned him a small exhale, half amusement, half surrender. “If you truly intend to turn me into a tragic legend,” he murmured, “I can only hope you leave my hair some measure of dignity. Perhaps wait until I’ve actually gone gray before you assign me to history.” His tone was light, but his eyes glinted: dry wit tucked neatly beneath restraint.

He rose from his crouch, glancing along the forest’s path where the stream curved deeper into the undergrowth. “Purpose doesn’t always appear as revelation. Sometimes it looks like curiosity dragging you by the sleeve.” With a gesture of his chin toward the water’s bend, he added, “And sometimes it sounds suspiciously like a Padawan demanding lunch before enlightenment.”

Then, with that calm, unhurried cadence that made even humor feel grounded in something older than speech:
“Come. If the sandwiches refuse to grow on trees, we will simply have to let the Force show us where they fell off the branch.”

Even the Force couldn't make Sandwiches grow on Trees.​

 

[Isla Reingard]

Location: Obj 2
Tags: Sven Halestorm

Isla snorted. "You say that like sandwiches just fall off trees," she replied, brushing her hair from her face as she stood. "You're starting to sound like one of those traveling monks who claim the stars talk to them after too much spice tea."

Still, she followed as he nodded toward the bend, her boots sinking softly into the moss. The air grew cooler by the stream, the light dappled by the canopy overhead. For once, she let the quiet settle between them, feeling not heavy, but alive.

"Curiosity dragging me by the sleeve," she finally offered, glancing at him. "That's actually a pretty good description." Her tone softened, becoming genuine. "It usually just drags me into trouble, though."

They rounded the curve where the water deepened into a calm pool. Tiny silver fish darted beneath the surface, flashing in the light. Isla crouched again, tracing a circle in the water with her finger. The ripples spread outward, touching everything within reach.

"You know," she said, her voice gentler, "back at the Sanctuary, they always talk about the Force like it's this perfect, shining thing. Distant. Untouchable." She looked up at him. "But out here, it feels normal. Messy, even. Like it's part of everything. Maybe that's what I like about it."

She straightened, a faint smile gracing her lips, the kind that hinted at deeper thought. "Don't worry, though. I'm not going to start meditating in a tree or anything. I've got a reputation to keep."

Then her stomach growled, loud enough to echo off the water. Isla blinked, then laughed, a bright, sudden sound. "Okay, maybe the Force did lead us to food. Because if I'm right…" She tilted her head toward a patch of tall grass where the faint scent of something warm drifted. "...someone left a campfire over there."

She shot him a grin, her eyes alight with mischief and triumph. "See? Told you the Force wanted us to find lunch. And I didn't even have to meditate for it."

With that, Isla bounded ahead, her laughter trailing behind her like sunlight through the leaves.

 

[Inez]

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Objective 1 - The Mines of Silence
C A V E R N S
Allies: Roman Vossari Raylin Fall Verity Suun
Foes: USER=43684]Torn Eskol[/USER]

The darkness swallowed everything, blinding Inez as the sounds were drowned out by the hiss of sparking conduits and the hectic beat of her heart.

The next thing she knew, hands clamped around her legs, and then she hit the ground hard. Pain shot through her back and ribs. The blaster slipped from her grasp, skidding somewhere into the black. She tried to roll, to get her bearings, but Torn was already there, those faintly glowing eyes fixed on her.

She kicked out, trying to catch Torn's leg, and then Roman's power hit.

Inez caught the edge of the blast. The shockwave lifted her off the ground, hurling her a few feet before she slammed down hard on her side. Pain shot through her ribs as debris rained from above. The explosion cracked open part of the far wall, revealing a half-collapsed mining shaft buried in dust and smoke.

For a moment, everything rang. Her vision blurred, stars flashing at the edge of her sight. She spat blood, groaned, and forced herself upright, blinking until the world steadied again.

Space. She finally had space.

With a low grunt, Inez spotted her blaster half-buried in the dirt. She snatched it up and reset her stance, the faint blue shimmer of her shield flickering back to life around her.

"Roman," she rasped in a hoarse voice as she already felt the swelling of her eye and the blooming bruise along her jaw. Blast everything hurt.

"We hold him here. Don't let him close again."

Her finger curled around the trigger, a small, defiant grin breaking through the blood on her lips as she began to send another volley of blaster shots at Torn.

He'd hit her once, she wasn't gonna let him do that again.

 

[Veyra Saelis]

Objective: Objective II
Location: Kenari City Cantina
Weapons: Vibroknife | Vibrosword | Blaster
Equipment: Modified Uniform | Hidden Choker | Wristwear | Personal Shield
Tags: @OPEN

“Seems you all have a new big government moving in to tell you what to do.” Veyra muttered over her drink to the bartender. A sidelong glance from the man as others around her turned their heads to stare at her.

"Miss. You best not be spouting off like that." The bartender slowed his wiping of a glass down before eying her drink.

“I am simply speaking the truth. You all have survived without oversight for how long now? Even with how the galaxy decided to spin itself.” Her glass tipped towards the ones looking at her sternly. “And now someone else wants to tell you how to do things. What do they know of you and your people?”

She sipped at her drink once she'd finished speaking. Those same hard stares now easing back until they looked around at those around their own table. Murmurs rose to heated disagreements or simply floated at concerned now filled the cantina after she had shared her own insight.

"No fighting or you pay double! Miss, you shouldn't have started that kinda talk. I'm gonna have to ask you to leave."

"Why are you kicking her out? She ain't saying anythin that ain't true!"

"Shut up. This is a chance for stability. To have more!"

"Under someone's heel! It won't be ours! And how many times are we gonna let someone else take from us without giving back!?"

Veyra only let the corners of her mouth show the sly grin that had formed. The bartender reached for her drink as another customer grabbed the mans hand. Voices rose as people outside began to take notice of the growing ruckus. Voices carrying on the wind as more opinions and feelings began to stain the air.

Her ship had already been docked for a full day, and she had let her crew off with a little free time while she began to act for her employer.

 

[Torn Eskol]

B L A C K - S U N - S Y N D I C A T E
MINES OF SILENCE

Aiden Porte l Roman Vossari l Ariel Korvane l Sibylla Abrantes l Verity Suun
Direct to: Roman Vossari

SHADOWS WITH TEETH

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He felt himself be lifted off his feet, as if a hook was yanked onto the back of his gear. He gave a snarl, not a scream, a grunt, or a shout. Something cruel escaped his lips, as he was thrown further into the darkness by the Jedi. He rolled on the ground. His pistol was smashed in the process. The charge pack hissed and died with the Tibana gas flowing out of it.

The faint glow of her shield was only guiding her so much. His body was there for a moment, then gone the next. She shot where he was, not where he is. The shots went wide, and with the lack of light, the blaster bolts illuminated the space. He moved in-between the shots, like a slideshow of a killer. One moment, he was there, the next he was gone.

Then, just beyond the hum and light of her shield- he came screeching out of the darkness again. He sprinted forward, ducked low, and put up both of his elbows as he got in close to Roman and the soldier. She was a bodyguard, protector, loyal. He- was the SIA's razor, a weapon, a true killer harnessed by years of warfare and subterfuge. He was not kind. There was not an honorable bone in his body. His elbows were up and they instantly went after the Jedi again- his right elbow coming screeching towards the Jedi's face. More specifically, the side of his head really- a larger area, a larger target, and more damage if it hit. His left hand still had the knife in it, waiting for a better moment to strike, to cut and stab.

His leg went straight for the shield. He was experienced enough that shields were built for energy protection, not kinetic protection. A front-kick, not designed to damage her, but to divide the two, divide and conquer. Through the dim glow of her shield, something sinister about him showed:

He was smirking, grinning.

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[Roman Vossari]

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LOCATION: Objective I
TAGS: Ariel Korvane | Torn Eskol

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Roman felt Torn before he saw him. The darkness shifted, the void surging forward like a predator. His muscles tightened; instinct screamed before thought caught up. He turned with the motion, raising his arm to block, allowing the Force to sharpen his reflexes. The elbow came in like a hammer, and Roman barely managed to catch it on his forearm. Pain flared, but he immediately pushed into the contact, diverting the blow off-center rather than attempting to meet it head-on.

The momentum spun Roman sideways, boots scraping over the dust-slick floor. Torn was too close, moving too fast. He reached deeper, forcing his breath steady. The Force wasn't a storm anymore; it was a cold, clear current flowing through the dark. It painted the world in details of motion and sound: Inez's subtle breath behind him, the low hum of her shield, and Torn's pulse, which beat like a drum of violence directly in front of him.

Roman shifted low, grounding himself, and moved with clear intent. He thrust one hand toward Torn's midsection, executing an open-palm strike heavily laced with the Force. He wasn't aiming to wound, but specifically to create distance between them. A concussive wave rippled outward, sharp and deliberate, meant only to shove Torn back and keep him from closing the gap again.

"Inez... left!" he called out, his voice tight but steady, trusting her to flank as he pressed his counterattack. His other hand reached out, fingers splayed, drawing on the tension and the echo of movement. He felt the broken metal and debris scattered across the floor around them. Roman focused, teeth gritted, and pulled. He sent shards of steel and rock whipping toward Torn's side in a jagged, improvised volley. It was raw. It wasn't Jedi doctrine. It was simply survival, forged into something sharp.

 

[Inez]

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Objective 1 - The Mines of Silence
C A V E R N S
Allies: Aiden Porte Roman Vossari Verity Suun
Foes: Torn Eskol

Inez barely caught the glint of motion before something struck her leg. Pain flared through her knee, and she hit the ground with a grunt. The breath left her chest, but she didn't stop. Her blaster came up again, and she fired blind, trusting the sound more than her sight.

Using the moment, Inez pushed herself up, her movements stiff but pushing through the ached where a burn sizzled through the fabric of her armor, the scent of singed leather mixing with blood.

The haze burned her lungs, and her jaw throbbed with each pulse of her blood through her veins, but she continued. She and Roman were alive, and that was enough.

So there was no hesitation as Inez moved to Roman's flank at his instruction. She pivoted hard, flanking him just as he used the Force in an attack against Torn.

It was that moment that she tugged at a stun grenade from her hip, before pulling at the clip with her teeth and tossing it in the same direction as Roman's attack.

 

[Torn Eskol]

B L A C K - S U N - S Y N D I C A T E
MINES OF SILENCE

Aiden Porte l Roman Vossari l Ariel Korvane l Sibylla Abrantes l Verity Suun
Direct to: Roman Vossari l Ariel Korvane l Aiden Porte

WHAT THEY MADE HIM INTO
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Several things happened at once- Torn felt himself pushed back by a harsh strike. The pain, though not rib-breaking and shattering, was a punch amplified by enough energy to send him back several feet. Then, came a torrent of sharp pains, starting in his legs. Rocks, whatever else. He brought his forearm up, tucked low, and the combat suit he was wearing was torn, small cuts and contusions. Nothing serious. He closed his eyes, isolating then removing the pain from his mind. Focusing. His breath slowed, his focus returned. He was lightly bleeding and somewhat bruised, but not winded, not disabled. They'd have to push hard to end the threat- and Torn, was a very, very grave threat.

Torn Eskol did not have blood in his veins. He had ice water. He was the SIA's best.

They were about to find out why.

The stun grenade was telegraphed- each action they undertook hyper-focused on by the assassin. He didn't tuck away from it, he didn't bother trying to dodge or roll away. No, he kicked it back over towards another Black Sun member- and another Jedi fighting. Aiden Porte would find a stun grenade flying towards him, while Torn re-engaged with the pair. His elbows went up again, his hands laid out protecting the sides of his head, before he stooped off center line, feinted a right- then his left hand, still holding the knife, violently struck out, intending to hit Roman in the neck with his knuckles in order to quickly subdue the Jedi to follow-up for a stab, or worse. His movements were fast and lethal, viper-like in their speed. He moved like an animal- low, quick, fast. His muscles were explosively powerful, honed by years of training, violence, and experience.

The woman with the shield was a threat that needed to be handled quickly- in a close quarters fight like this, the energy shield was something to contend with. With the knife this time, he went to smash into the guard of the shield, and felt the energy pulsating against the vibroblade. He was locked in with her- though by design. She could see his eyes, his excitement, the relishment of the thought of killing the two. He didn't look human. He looked evil. Demonic. A ghoulish killing machine unleashed on the duo.

He went to use his right hand to try and wrap her up- and use the lock that he had with her shield and his knife as a fulcrum to hip-toss her onto the ground, and if successful... well he wanted to know if she could keep all of her teeth after his foot went into the back of her head.

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[Scour]

Scour was already on him, the swords edge trailing firelight. Aiden pivoted, turning just as the blade skimmed across his chest plate, scoring a molten groove across his armor. The impact sent him staggering a step, and for a heartbeat the wall of debris threatened to collapse over them both.

He planted his feet, centered his weight, and pushed.

The barrier exploded outward, a shockwave of pure energy bursting through the collapsing cavern. Rocks and dust reversed course in a violent surge, right towards Scour.

There was a satisfying feeling to be had when using a metal blade. They were nothing like lightsabers. Lightsabers were too fast, too clean, too structured. A blade, a real blade, left evidence of argument. Violence. One written in blood. The scoring on the Jedi's chest plate was just a tease. Scour admired it in passing, the way one might admire the maddening colors of hyperspace. Then the Jedi's breathing changed first, slower, centered. Then the stance shifted.

Scour's muscles rippled beneath compressed flesh, sensing what was coming before sight confirmed it. The monk moved flowed, from defense to offense. The rumbling of the cave sounded again and this time the Captain couldn't stop it. He wouldn't. There was no stopping that much in motion. Like a maniac Captain Scour's movements seemed to blur into a commitment for a thrust at his foe's chest.

The mark was the same spot as before. But this last strike, before his inevitable conclusion, was different. His black tattooed flesh moved, cords and cables of muscle extending his reach as compensation. A subtle thing in the heat of the moment, but insurance too. Before the stone that over took him. There was no telling if his aim was true though, not after the collapse blotted out his form.

Surely no man would survive that...

Aiden Porte

 

[Taelen Velara]

Isobel Serraris
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Taelen's reflexes kicked in before the sound of the slipping crate had even finished echoing. His hand shot out, steadying the box before it could hit the ground. The weight of it jolted slightly against his palm, but he held it firm, then eased it down to the ground.

He glanced toward Isobel, the corners of his mouth softening into a faint, reassuring smile. "Careful, you okay." he said lightly, showing a small smile along with the quiet warmth of someone who'd seen worse tumbles.

His gaze shifted then to the patch of ground she'd indicated. Light streamed through the high windows, tracing soft gold across the floor. For a place built of steel and dust, it had the makings of something almost gentle. He exhaled, shoulders relaxing as he considered it.

"I think this is a good place." he said after a moment. "It's at the heart of the outpost. Everyone passes through here. Maybe seeing them each day will remind people what we're meant to protect."

He crouched beside the crate. "If necessary we can bring in nutrient trays from the hydroponics bay, filter the air with moisture from the reclamation units. If we let the sunlight reach them from both sides, they'll root fast enough."

He brushed a bit of sand from the lid, then nodded once, quietly resolute. "Let's make this place breathe again."

 

[Roman Vossari]

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LOCATION: Kenari
TAGS: Ariel Korvane | Torn Eskol

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Roman didn't flinch when Torn kicked the stun grenade away. Aiden could take care of himself. Roman's focus remained here, fixed entirely on the killer in front of him. The moment Torn surged forward again, Roman shifted his weight, bringing his arm up to block the strike meant for his neck. The hit still landed partly, a brutal edge glancing off his collarbone. Pain exploded through his shoulder, his arm going numb, but he stayed upright, teeth grit hard enough to draw blood.

Torn pressed in fast, moving quicker than Roman could fully keep up. His movements were relentless and mechanical, the kind that broke through any hesitation. Roman stumbled back, catching himself on one knee as the knife sparked against Inez's shield, the energy field roaring between them. The sight of her locked in that deadly clinch twisted something deep in him; an old, familiar pulse of fear for someone standing too close to the edge.

He reached out without thinking. The Force responded like a flood. Roman's hand shot forward, fingers clawed in the air. The darkness around them seemed to tremble as his focus locked onto Torn himself. He felt the tension in the killer's body, every muscle wound tight and coiled for violence. Roman reached into that momentum and pulled, trying to seize hold of the killer's limbs through the Force. His breath came harsh and uneven, sweat cutting through the grime on his face. Every second was a strain. Torn fought him, even without knowing it; sheer will and motion countered Roman's effort. He could feel it, like trying to bind a live wire with bare hands.

 

[Inez]

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Objective 1 - The Mines of Silence
C A V E R N S
Allies: Roman Vossari Verity Suun
Foes: Torn Eskol

Inez barely had time to breathe before Torn was on her again. The clash of his vibroblade against her shield sent a jolt up her arm as the hum of the barrier flared hot and unstable under the strain. Sparks danced between them as she braced her feet as they slid over the stone.

He was too close. She could see his eyes now, cold, fever bright, and utterly inhuman.

Blast it!

Real fear slammed through her and she ducked low, twisting her body to redirect his weight but his strength was overwhelming. His knife carved against the edge of her shield again, forcing her to lock her stance or be torn open. The pressure was brutal and her shoulder screamed in protest as he tried to hook his arm around her.

"Roman!" she shouted through clenched teeth.

But Torn's hip turned and the next thing Inez knew her world flipped. The ground slammed into her back, the impact rattling through her ribs. Her shield flickered violently a bright blue white, almost dying out.

Pain burned through her side, but she rolled fast, avoiding the stomp that came a second later. She came up on one knee, gasping for air, blaster already in her hand as blood trailed from her mouth. Her shield reactivated with a dim hum.

And as Roman used the Force to try and tug at Torn, Inez attempted to send a volley at him to force him toward the mining shaft.