Skirmish The Reliquary | SO Raid on Ossus Enclave

[Len Vert]

Revenant 8

Live To Fly, Fly To Live

Track The Mors Mon | GADF, Darth Empyrean , IVI ​

A whirl of exclamation came from the man’s blue-and-white copilot.

The results of the launch patterns began to appear on his display. So far, there have been a total of eight squadrons that have launched from the Dreadnaught: A total of ninety-six starfighters. Each of them launched with a six and a half minute break between the last. If Snowcap’s calculations were correct, that meant the next batch would fly out from the hangars in a minute and thirty-four seconds. Not a lot of planning time.

Looking back down at his control, Len did one final check of all his systems. The quad thrusters were running at ninety-two percent efficiency, which was better than where he thought they were at. His laser cannons were at eighty-five percent, which concerned him slightly. As long as they lasted him for the mad dash, he would be fine.

The hyperdrive was on and the rendezvous point was already entered in. Once the tracker was placed, the X-Wing would quickly launch and meet up with the Corvette Triumph, making sure no trade of this mission could be found.

Peering up through the viewport, Len watched as the next squadron of starfighters began to exit the Sith vessel. Right on schedule.

“On my mark, I want you to direct full shield strength to the nose. We are going to be in and out before they even know what hit them.”

Angling upward out of the mountain range, Len directed the X-Wing dead on to the Dreadnaught. Taking one deep breath, the man punched forward the accelerator. Quickly the starfighter rose out of its rock shielding. He was now in open air, exposed to everyone.

“Shields, now!”

Waves a blue washed over the front of the ship, letting him know that the nose was protected. Up to him now to land the shot. Evading the Sith starfighters was also a good idea as well.

But hey, you don’t become the greatest pilot in the galaxy by getting hit.

 

[Ki Jem-Taan]

Location: Ossus, Praxeum Hall of Knowledge
Allies Rhiza Dural Elias Edo
Foes: Lord Reficite
Gear: Lightsaber, fiberweave armor, M.I. Model 6M Blaster Pistol

She could feel the Darkness. It was not the ally, the tool she once used. That Dark Side she new was tempting and wicked. But what Ki felt permeating the very air was a more corrupt evil, a stench on the verge of chaos, reigned in only by those practioners disciplined in Darkness.

The Knight and Master duo had managed to penetrate the Praxeum unnoticed, though the cacophony of violence could be heard echoing though the great halls and corridors of the massive structure. As the Jedi trio moved along, Master Rhiza Dural 's hushed narrative prodded Ki's thoughts. the Zygerrian had been part of the Ashlan Crusade at one time. Master Elias Edo , Ki had heard, had resided in several temples and enclaves. In Ki's day, before the 'freezing', the Jedi were not so diversified. They were her enemy once, and presented a unified nemesis based in the temple in Coruscant that reached out its tentacles into the galaxy to extinguish her and her kind. But was not so anymore. The Seyugi were gone, and the Jedi fractured. Though, the different Jedi factions cooperated very well together, it seemed.

When the Zygerrian Master asked if her companions had been to the Praxeum, Ki opened her mouth to respond. She had been begun her training, or re-training there. She was quite familiar with the halls they tread, which expalined why her suggestions on their path was able to avoid the pockets of Sith invaders. It also rent her heart, for she most likely knew those dying at the hands of the dark ones. But the three of them had come not to repel the enemy, that task seemed a vain one by now. The trio had come to preserve vital Jedi heritage from the enemy.

Her words were cut short before they formed as Master Dural raised her finger in admonishment. The Jedi fell silent, and Ki too heard the other voice. The owner was a mystery, but they were clearly displeased. Silently, the heavily tattooed knight slipped her lightsaber hilt free, azure gaze darting from Rhiza To Elias. As a former Seyugi Dervish, her forte was stealth. She veiled her presence in the Force and crept several paces away from her companions, though she did nothing further, awaiting the Masters to take the lead or direct her otherwise.

 

[Kylraya]

Objective II: Hall of Knowledge
Location: Hall of Knowledge - Central Hall Moving North
Mission: HUNT. PURGE. CONSUME. Yet more abductions.

Direct Allies: Darth Strosius | Open
Direct Enemies: A'Runda | Open

While the lone hero was either propelled away, dodged, or was smashed underfoot. Her back talons extended to their fullest, assisting to clawing her way beyond him, puncturing and ripping the ground as she moved. The insect scourge devoured the hall piece by piece, all the Jedi could do was run or flee against the tide. Pulling streams of the gradually ruined hall back toward their Symbolic worm MAW, to create yet more horrors in the name of the One Sith and their fallen Maw brethren. A ferocious tribute, they would use pieces of the hall in their next symbolic creation.

What could be worse than this? All the steps that had brought the Kethenites to this? Was there anything untapped? After the alchemized minds, the bidroids, the AI, slavery, and communities twisted to the one sith, the militia used against their own? Keth through her claws would carve this place up like a steak and see what potential was at the end. She felt dreams and flashes, half remembering what he had done, was doing through her. FEROCITY RIPPING THROUGH HER BODY. Guilt and pain twisted her insides, eating away at whatever was left of the woman.

Knowledge, lives, fears, and pain consumed by the beast's rampage, dragged back toward the waiting Jaws. All of it raged inside her heart. One by one the Jedi and those that stood with them would know the meaning of fear. With few to stop them or stand. It was a horrific display inside by now, eerie, and unnatural it made her turn her eyes to the side. A split second of individuality and horror corrected by her hive connection, ferocity hunting for her steps and into them again. The bestial connection returned.

Depths to fall, and further still to the darkside's embrace. Keth's wake knew no bounds, only ruination, as the hall of knowledge faced today. A living canvas for the dead Sith Lord's dreams, nightmares. A lone Kae flower would grow in their memory. Because atop the slaughter the words Hana Kae were carved into the wall by a beast, some sort of twisted joke that nobody alive remembered or why all of this had started so long ago. Did it even matter? Or was it a key?

Reaching the midpoint of the hall, some had tried to barricade themselves in a nearby room, scratching claws, and the clatter of teeth outside kept ramming against the metal......

Nearby Bonded Pack:
Barab Panthers 2/2
Wild Growth Lurker 1/1
Magma Keeper 2/2
Surge drones 25/30
Surge Worm1/1

Outside:
Artifical Surge Magnitude 1.

 

[A'Runda]

Location: Ossus, Hall of Knoeledge
Objective: Protect The Hall of Knowledge
Equipment: Double-Bladed Lightsaber | The Sandman
Tags: Darth Strosius | Kylraya

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A’Runda was unfortunately caught off guard, either side of him deadly threats closed in. That was until the beastly matriarch made a bold attack against him. There was little to no time to react. Only able to ever so slightly begin turning to face her. But it was too late, and he couldn’t meet his assailant with his blade. In an instant the warrior was smashed into the hard flooring. Before he could even tell what happened or the extent of the impact he just too she was off him, dashing into the rest of the hall.

Laying there and left behind in the rubble A’Runda felt a warm wet sensation on his left side as well as his forehead. With a bit of hesitation he looked over to see his arm and shoulder had been gashed pretty bad from the woman’s talons. His head was dizzy too from the sudden whiplash of the impact. But through gritted teeth and a pained grunt A’Runda pushed himself to get back up. Blood rushed down the side of his face from his forehead. He drew upon the Force into his body, like a capacitor storing its energy only to release it as needed as well as enhance his physical capabilities.

As he got up one one of the beasts charging him, covered in a dark exoskeleton. Going for an attack against the warrior he countered with a strike of his own. Delivering a powerful uppercut further enhanced by The Force. Blasting the bold creature over and past the worm like a monster. A’Runda turned his attention back to the swarm’s matriarch that’d so eagerly passed him. After her attack he deemed her the more pressing threat. “HEY!” He shouted out to her to grab their attention. “We’re not done yet!” With his “good” arm he drew his sawed off cycler rifle and aimed it towards. But before he pulled the trigger he sensed the remarkably strong bond she had with the brood of beasts led by her. Instead of shooting her he pulled the shortened rifle back over his shoulder, pointing it’s barrel behind him towards the worm. His heightened senses guided his aim without even looking and too also shield his poor eardrums for the incoming blast.

POWOOM!

Shooting his gun more he used the force to augment the fired slug’s velocity to a frightening degree straight into the worm’s Maw. Hitting his massive target wasn’t what was impressive, instead it was how the slug narrowly and deftly avoided each of the prisoners being captured within it. Although his right ear violently rang from shooting his weapon so close to it.

 

[Darth Strosius]

Objective: Hall of Knowledge
Equipment: Lightsaber, Sword, Dagger, Armor
Tags: Kylraya / A'Runda

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Even with the distraction of the beast horde and the general chaos of the battle, the incoming Sith troops hardly advanced without any issues. Soon enough the soldiers were running for cover and picking their shots far more carefully, but only after a handful of them had been injured or cut down by their bolts deflecting back at them of course. Alisteri himself had to pick his way around the horde of creatures that were beginning to overwhelm the room just to get closer to the few defenders that remained.

He did spot a lone figure fighting against the tide but before he could move to engage the Jedi, what appeared to be the only fully sentient member of the horde of otherwise more beastly creatures, had her sights set on him and had leapt at him as well. The masked man decided not to interact with the horde too much for the moment, in case they happened to be less directed or controlled as they appeared to be thus far.

The room was quickly being filled with more and more beasts as the Sith and the soldiers made a path towards what appeared to be some support structure for the room, eager to fulfill their mission and get out before they were caught up in the swarm. "Plant charges on everything that looks loadbearing, we leave nothing for the Jedi to recover."

The masked man's gaze shifted back to the lone defender of the room, the rest having retreated or fallen under the tide of beasts, just in time to see him fire off a blast at the worm that many of his comrades were being dragged towards and into. "A Jedi actually using ranged weaponry, and here I thought today would be boring." Alisteri glanced back at the few soldiers that weren't arming or rigging charges and gestured to where the remaining defenders were barricading themselves in. "Get the flamethrowers in there and roast them out, we can't take any chances!"

 

[Maeve Linahan]

The first of the fireballs sailed past Maeve's head and struck the ground, leaving shattered concrete and durasteel in its wake. She rolled out of the way of the second, which screamed off the platform and into the forest below. The fire hit a tree like a bolt of lightning, creating an ear splitting crack.

Within moments, it had spread to nearby trees, lighting everything ablaze, and painted the sky around the two women a noxious red.

Master Severin might've seen this as a metpahor for how the Dark Side spread and killed everything it touched. But Maeve was unconcerned with the poetry of her situation. She had to stop this witch. It was her fault Darth Vyle made it off Kef Bir alive, and she refused to make that mistake again.

She broke into a sprint across the platform as more fireballs sailed in her direction, each missing her by a hair. She ducked under the last one, sliding to the tall, spearlike shape of a moisture vaporator the Jedi on Ossus once used to collect the heavy moisture in the air above the forest for use as clean drinking water.

A sharp, reverse-grip slash across the vaporator's holding tank as she slid by was met with a metallic screech, then a sudden pressurized burst of water.

At the very least, her tactic would knock the witch out of place and interrupt her spell-casting. Else, it would force her to teleport or otherwise block the hard, pressurized water stream. Either way, Maeve would have an opening to get close.

The moment that opening appeared, Maeve would launch herself into the witch's personal space and begin relentlessly slashing at her. Vyle was dangerous from a distance, but Maeve had a feeling in close-quarters she'd fare much less better.

Darth Vyle​

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[Darth Vyle]

Objective III: Dominion of Ossus
Enemies: Maeve Linahan
Equipment: Darth Vyle's lightsaber

Darth Vyle threw up a thin membrane of Force magick around herself the jet of water struck her, sending her skidding back across the platform. The shield prevented her from being knocked straight out, but the gush of air that left her lungs told her there would be bruising all across her torso when this was all over. But she had no time to assess the damage to herself.

Maeve was an animal that would be sated until her target was dealt with, and Vyle had no time to summon her lightsaber.

Instead, she coated her hands in magick that could absorb the heat and energy of her foe's weapon and began to block and parry the flurry with her own hands.

She never made contact with Maeve's lightsaber for more than a second as she swatted it away from her each time, always looking for an opening.

When that opening came, Vyle unleashed a concussive blast of scarlet energy aimed at pushing Maeve backwards across the slick platform. Then, with her free hand, she would coat the now-spent water vaporator with magick and pulled the tower down, aiming to crush Maeve underneath.​

 

[Thalia Senn]

Jasper Kai'el | Rakaan Horne
S Sith Open
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Ground floor. She needed to move up. It seemed that most of the fighting was on the upper levels. Even still, she could feel the sithspawn prowling the halls. She had sought the lower levels for solitude and focus but these children had sought it out as a place away from the adults to play. Was this the Force at work? She held tightly onto one of the youngling's hands and gave it a squeeze. She beamed up at Thalia, eyes full of mischief and wonder. The youngling looked to her companion and gave their hand a squeeze too and they both giggled.

"Stay close to me," The light of her green blade illuminated their path. Saber and comlink in the same hand, she thumbed the com switch and spoke to Rakkan and Jasper. "We're in the lower levels. We'll try and make our way up." Releasing the switch she looked down at the young girls and furrowed her brow.

"What were you two doing alone so close to the Master's Only section? There's dangerous things down here you know." The girls looked at one another and shrugged.

"Why were you down here?" One of them asked Thalia in rebuttal.

"You're a storming little skyeel you know that?" She huffed. "How about some negotiation? Jedi are good at that, right?" The two nodded. "You tell me your secret, and I'll tell you mine."

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

OSSUS - THE GREAT LIBRARY​

Objective 1

Jedi Master Caltin Vanagor had been on the front lines of the war against the Sith for years. He had seen the worst of their atrocities and had fought against them with all his might. But he had never faced a challenge like the one before him now.

The Sith had launched a massive assault on the Great Library on the planet Ossus, one of the most sacred sites of the Jedi Order. They had come in overwhelming numbers, their dark powers threatening to overwhelm the few Jedi who remained to defend the library.

But Master Vanagor was not one to back down in the face of such a challenge. He knew that the library was too important to fall into the hands of the Sith, and he was determined to do everything in his power to drive them out.

He rallied a small group of Jedi, and together they set out to reinforce the defenders of the library. They fought their way through the Sith lines, their lightsabers blazing as they cut down wave after wave of attackers.

As they reached the library, they found that the situation was even worse than they had feared. The Sith had breached the walls and were pouring into the building, their dark powers wreaking havoc on the ancient tomes and artifacts within.

Master Vanagor didn't hesitate. He charged forward, leading the charge against the Sith. His lightsaber flashed, deflecting blaster bolts and cutting down enemy after enemy.

The Sith were powerful, but they were no match for the combined skills of the Jedi defenders. They fought with courage and determination, their hearts filled with the light of the Force.

Master Vanagor could feel the darkness of the Sith pressing in on him, threatening to overwhelm him. But he pushed back, calling on the power of the Force to strengthen his resolve.

As the battle raged on, Master Vanagor could see that the tide was turning in their favor. The Sith were faltering, their attacks becoming more desperate as they realized that they were no match for the Jedi.

Finally, the last of the Sith fell, and Master Vanagor and his team stood victorious. They had saved the Great Library, and with it, the knowledge and wisdom of the Jedi Order. The problem is that they were only in the main lobby and this was just the beginning. The campus had to be cleared, no just one room.



TAG: Romi Jade | Valery Noble | Kahlil Noble | Open |

 

[Maeve Linahan]

Maeve resisted her surprise as she rained blow after blow onto Faye. The woman possessed remarkable power for a witch and to be able to swat aside a lightsaber with her bare hands was short of astonishing, but that wasn't going to stop Maeve from spearing her through like a kebab. She'd deceived her. Betrayed her.

She was not going to let her win this time.

As a blast of dark energy crashed into her, Maeve drew her lightsaber up and dug her heels into the landing platform. She kept her body low, arms tight, absorbing the shock of the blow and redirecting it into the slick ground at her feet, before she came to a startling stop halfway across. Bright hair whipped back as she shot back up. It was going to take more than a push to exhaust her.

Unfortunately, that something more was heading right for her.

Maeve whirled. She'd no time to leap out of the way from the falling water evaporator, so she did the next best thing—she caught it. Hands raised, she summoned what reserves of the Force she had to bear it. Her knees instantly buckled.

The weight was crushing, almost overwhelming. But she was trying less to carry it and more to transfer its momentum, and though it was miraculous it didn't mash her to pulp, Maeve had always been monstrously stubborn.

Letting out a pained cry, she redirected the vaporator towards Darth Vyle, hurling what was probably the largest makeshift spear of the century.

Darth Vyle​

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[Darth Vyle]

Objective III: Dominion of Ossus
Enemies: Maeve Linahan
Equipment: Darth Vyle's lightsaber

Darth Vyle hated how much she respected Maeve's resolve.

A good fight among the Jedi was rare. Their kind were so quick to use their allies as shields for their weakness and incompetence; and that was when they weren't trying to scamper back into hiding on some false pretense of wanting peace. Maeve was ruthless by comparison, and Vyle had no doubt that if she let up for even a second, the Jedi Shadow would kill her without a second's hesitation.

Which was handy, because she felt the same way.

As the vaporator hurdled towards her, the Sith witch did something she had not done the entire match. She drew her weapon. It came to her with a flick of her wrist, summoned by magick rather than gathered from the belt at her waist. The scimitar blade it spat out hissed and flickered awkwardly for a lightsaber; but it didn't stay stationary long.

Vyle edged the vaporator with her mind, nudging in onto its side as it flew, and then, with one powerful stroke, cut it in half. The two sides of the machine fell on either side of her. By then, the fire she had started earlier had caught the entire canopy below their platform on fire. The metal was rapidly heating up. The water from the vaporator began to boil, releasing a thin haze of steam.

"You cannot win, Maeve," Vyle taunted. "Your hatred of me serves you well, but it is misdirected. No one has ever taught you how to sharpen it into a proper blade. The Jedi frown upon such teachings." The Sith witch's lightsaber shrank back into its hilt and vanished again in a plume of ichor. "So much power at the tips of your fingers, yet you wield it like a blunted sword. But I could teach you how to return it to form."

She gestured to their surroundings. "Or," she continued, drawing out the syllable. "You can die screaming. The choice is yours."

Vyle knew the motion was useless. Maeve had tremendous dark potential, but no will to actually use it. She would lunge again, so Vyle coated her hands in magick and prepared to resume their battle.​

 

[Maeve Linahan]

Maeve glowered at Vyle from across the landing pad. Hurling the vaporator had proven useless against the witch's magick and her curved blade. Through the heavy smoke and red fog, she tried her best to maintain her standing, refusing to back down against the woman's taunts.

But every word crawled under her skin.

Rage twitched the corner of her mouth. She hated how right Vyle was. Many other Jedi, friends even, had seen the nightmare she could be and the hate she wielded like a cudgel. But they'd also seen joy in her. Mercy and kindness. Amani had seen Light in her and Valery, glimpses of affection. They had all seen the good in her.

Maeve rose, gathering the Force at her hands. She was more than what Vyle was telling her, more than an enemy or another victim.

"I already know what I am. Headstrong, perhaps. Stubborn and unkind. Heartless and cold. I am a killer and a nobody. But do you know why none of that matters?" Force Light flowed up her arms and sprouted from her back like the wings of an angel.

Maeve glowed bright against the feeble sun. "Because I am a Jedi. I always will be. And you don't get to tell me who I am, you unholy witch."

Light exploded outward. But rather than towards Vyle, Maeve brought the Force down onto the platform like a hammer's blow. After the terrifying scream the witch had unleashed before, after the scorching fire she'd ignited beneath them, the platform was already on the verge of breaking. What Maeve did now was merely push it over the edge.

Along with the Sith who stood on the wrong side.

The ground cracked and burst. A massive fissure opened up between her and Darth Vyle, a spreading rift that cut the landing platform neatly in two. As Maeve stood closest to the temple's entrance, her side of the platform would remain. But Faye's? It would split and fall, damning her to the wildfire below. Damning her to the hell she rightfully deserved.

Darth Vyle​

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[Darth Vyle]

Objective III: Dominion of Ossus
Enemies: Maeve Linahan
Equipment: Darth Vyle's lightsaber

Whatever retort Darth Vyle could muster was swallowed up in the blinding blast of light that crumbled the platform beneath her. She had a moment to react, but that reaction was obfuscated from Maeve's sight by the sudden collapse of the platform, sending the Sith witch down into the inferno she had sparked below. Tongues of fire lashed the sky, reaching up like the arms of the damned to accept another into their ranks.

The fire flared like an explosion of water, and then, all was still. Tranquil, except for the roar of the fire that had consumed much of the Ossus forest. For many minutes, nothing appeared out of the blaze.

Then, a puff of red light, like a smoke signal engulfed a portion of the forest, vanishing as quickly as it came. As it went, the spell the witch had cast to ignite the forest died, and the flames with it. Only the charred remains of a forest were left behind, the branches left stretching towards the sky like skeletal hands.

If Maeve searched the forest floor, she would find no sign of Darth Vyle's body. Not even a charred skeleton remained. Her Force signature would be missing too, leaving the Jedi to wonder whether her nemesis had burned up in arcane flames of her own creation, or something else had happened. Either way, Vyle was gone, the threat she presented was ended.

For now, at least.​

 

[Maeve Linahan]

Maeve watched as the landing platform cracked and tumbled. The look of pure rage on Vyle's face before she fell was enough to satisfy her, and she didn't look further as the flames below them consumed the witch, fiery arms embracing her in desperate hunger.

There was a bright flash of crimson. Dark magick flaring. Maeve suspected it was the witch's power leaving her, destroyed, because the fire she had cast around the mountainside had soon died with her, calming the forest to silence.

It was over. It was finally over.

Bruised and breathless, her face caked in ash and soot, Maeve fell back in stunned relief. Smoke continued to billow out from the remains of the forest surrounding the temple. She was victorious, but at what cost?

She gave herself an internal shake. None that mattered. She'd thrown down her enemy on the battlefield and taken retribution for what had happened on Kef Bir. They were equal now, except in death. She had nothing more to worry of than the present.

Maeve gripped her lightsaber. The raid on Ossus was dying down, but she still had a duty to follow, and she intended to root out any Sith lingering in the temple's sacred halls. So, she rose and turned for the doors. Like Vyle, the Sith would be repelled from Ossus. She'd make certain of it.

Darth Vyle​

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