Dominion The Shadow Over Kuat | GI Dominion of Kuat |

[Kadius Eran]

Things had devolved into bloodshed and carnage. Bodies littered the floor in the wake of the Red Titan. The brutes had made quick work of many, but Kadius and Joran remained. The Director lowers his communicator and looks back to Eran, a grim smirk stretched across his face.

"I will admit, I've been impressed with your progress, old friend!" he shouts, trying to be heard over the gunfire and screams "but this is th-" a barricas round rips across his arm and spins his body, knocking him to the ground and throwing his blaster from his hands.

Keeping his head low to avoid the same fate, Kadius darts forward and throws himself on top of Torsbro to pin him and stop him from retrieving his weapon. "You've made a terrible mistake, Joran," the Espirion forces his elbow against the back of Joran's head "these actions have voided your years dedicated to preserving the good of this sector! Do you even realize what you're doing?"

Joran spits a mix of blood and spit, his lip having busted when he landed. "The Alderaan sector doesn't need another Imperial banner," he winces as Kadius presses down harder "time will tell who was right and who was wrong."

"Yes, it will," at that, Eran jerks his elbow into the base of the traitorous Director's skull. There is a snap, barely audible over the sounds happening around them, but it was enough for Kadius to know he was no longer a threat.

How things had changed, he reflects for a moment, rolling off the body and staying tight to the ground. The fighting would end soon, he hoped.

 

[Kiber Dorn]

Objective 3: A Hungover Mystery​

As the stalemate continued a thought slowly crept into his mind. It was absolutely genius and it would be the ticket out of this sticky pickle of a situation. If she called security, then she would leave the bathroom, if she left the bathroom then that would be his chance to run out of there and never look back.

Operation Call Security was a GO.

“You know what!” Kiber's fake shrill tones cried out indignantly, which was followed then by an acidic burp that tasted like the inside of a Gamorrean's rectum, “You call security! So I can tell them how you're HARRASSING ME!”

Yeah! Take that!

His goal was growing ever-closer, she would leave and then he could leave and then this entire sorry situation would be over and could be forgotten about.

“Security, this is Janice from pre-natal care. We have a lady using spice in the customer toilets.”

Neat! She actually thinks I'm a lady! Wait a minute, pre-natal care? What...where the feth was he? WHAT KIND OF PLACE IS THIS? A NICE ESTABLISHMENT FOR BABIES? HOLD ON. Oh no. She has a comm unit, why didn't he remember that such techologies existed?!

“You're a real piece of work, Janice, you know that?”

 

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Unfortunately Cedric had not been blessed with the genetics of the super Sith. He stood at a measly 5'10, weighing in a little over two-hundred pounds. He had no hope of meeting the massive warrior's axe head on.

It was all the Jedi could do to correct his course. He planted his right foot firmly into the floor, then pushed all his strength into it, his body dodging to the right and missing the blade of the by mere inches. Or at least it looked like it would have: there was a violent tearing noise as the phrik that plated Cedric's shoulder was ripped asunder, clanking along the floor uselessly.

Pain followed shortly thereafter, along with a small font of blood. Cedric paid it little mind, taking advantage of the moment to stab his lightsaber toward the warlord's midriff. He was vaguely aware of Wyatt and Jegy stepping in to help - his attentions centered entirely on the titan.

 

[Salamander]

A few of the survivors in the crowd were too far away from him to be included in the number he had secured. One of them he knew - Cataline Holt , who stood by a window, terror etched across her face.

So the time had come. His opportunity. Swallowing to wet his throat, he opened his animal jaws and spoke.

"Cataline Holt!" His voice would be instantly recognizable, the same booming baritone which she had heard in the refugee sector. Hopefully she would not be startled into paralysis by the fact that it was coming from the mouth of a monster. "We must get these people out of here!"

 

[Jegy Sesara]

He would watch the giant titan swing his axe downward, the hit upon the others armor being swift, loud with a clang. As he kept approaching, another warrior would come towards him but alas, his end was nearly the same. The blaster bolt would fire towards the Sullustan as he flicked his pike upward, deflecting the bolt right back at the warriors weapon and would then, stab forward right through the skull of the being. Being stuck, he walked over and gently used his foot to push off, pulling his pike free as he resumed his slow walk towards the Titan before him.

Getting behind P Placeholder 0128 , he would watch him stab towards his midriff as the Sullustan took another approach. Using his reach of a longer pike lightsaber, he would go to the left side of Grayson and attempt to stab wrist of the titan, trying to keep his attention so that Grayson can use his time to plan strikes. However each time he did so, he exposed a rather bad weakness. The construction of this lightsaber looked very faulty, it would take one good grab or one good strike to simply snap it in two like a twig.

"On your left Grayson!"

Tathra Khaeus

 

[Caulder Dune]

Objective 2: Shipyard "Security"

Caulder was walking - limping - back to his shuttle, but somehow it was the chief engineer who was now following after him. Blackwell Security mercenaries were ushering the Umbaran along, eager to have him off the general vicinity of a terrorist attack. Apparently those wildspace bio-barbarians had sallied out in the Core.​

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What a nightmare. Now the "days since last incident" would spin down to zero. Not good for the IGBC, not good for Kuat investors. A black day for everyone. Oh, and the deceased as well. More's the pity. But at least they didn't have to live with the consequences.​

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"I'll try to sum this up quickly, since I guess I'm in a rush now," Caulder jerked his arm away from a Blackwell trooper. "Hands off, pal, I'm in the middle of this."​

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By now the Blackwells knew not to argue the point.​

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Back to the chief engineer, Caulder said, "If you people can't afford a guild and tolerable conditions, then you can't afford to be in business. And I don't make a habit of directing Clan funds towards the people who can't afford to be in business."​

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"Uh..."​

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"But don't worry, you'll get your money, just not all of it."​

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They arrived at the shuttle now. Others were taking off, leaving, eager to leave this place and the Bryn-al-whatsits behind them. The chief engineer stood around gawping.​

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"We'll loan you the money to clean up shop and set some standards. And the next time your technicians try to organize..."​

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"Let them."​

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"Oh, good, you're catching on," Caulder gave the Mirialan a pat on the shoulder. Like rewarding a pet for not shitting on the carpet. "I just knew you'd see it our way."​

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There was no reason to prolong this visit - not in the midst of another terrorist strike. Caulder was bundled onto his shuttle, leaving in short order. The chief engineer would find his own way out, eventually, and probably in the gross escape pods specifically left to the riff-raff.​

 

[Kiber Dorn]

Objective 3: A Hungover Mystery​

New plan to get out of here...

...ah shet.

Okay, so there wasn't a new plan yet, it was still trapped within his hungover mind waiting to be freed. It was only a matter of time before such genius would come to light and then Janice wouldn't be laughing then, that smug self-satisfied smoothie drinking fun running interfering little terrorist.

Why does a shop for babies even have security? I thought she said this was a nice establishment!? Turns out that Janice was not only an absolute boot, she was also a dirty liar.

“Security are on their way, you might as well just give yourself up.”

Her holier-than-thou tones were more annoying than getting haemorrhoids right before date night, and let me tell you from experience that...wait, no, let's not.

“SeCuRiTy ArE oN tHeIr WaY! That's what you sound like, Janice! Yeah. Exactly like that.”

It was important to note that Kiber was still pretending to be a woman at that point, so if anything at least you could say that he was committed to his new role.

“Security, it's Janice! The suspect is getting violent and is threatening me! Please hurry!”

Oh, Janice. You sly dog.

 

[Cataline Holt]

Cataline heard the familiar voice indeed, although it was immensely confusing as he had left. Maybe he had came back? But he was alive, but perhaps some people were getting evacuated in time. She initially assumed the worst - although her vision was blurry due to the suddenness, the man that had brought her a glass, and the subsequent mauling of those nearest the portal.

She peered out from the cloth, realizing there were indeed survivors that were crunched down in hopes of surviving the mess in the corner nearby - and it looked like the Bryn'adul were focused elsewhere. She took a deep breath - a moment of peace. It was strange as it rippled through her. Maybe it had something to do with what P Placeholder 0128 had mentioned on Vulpeteer. Nonetheless, she crawled back out, careful to make sure her heels didn't click too loudly.

Cataline looked at Salamander in his monster eyes and gave him a nod as she made her way to the survivors.

She placed one finger over her lips. "Very quiet - see him? He's a friend, we gotta get to him," she whispered as she motioned for them to follow her, carefully maneuvering behind the multitudes of seats and tables to carefully make it towards Casimir. "Thank you," she whispered as her and her group of survivors reached him, just as he was keeping the group that he corralled in safety, her eyes glancing back to the brutes that were still killing and destroying anything they could get their hands on.

She wiped her forehead and realized she had blood splatters on her - they weren't her own, and her stomach nearly revolted. "Do you see anymore?" She asked - a sad whisper, with the realization that most were probably dead or already with them.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: Rip & Tear
Hostiles: P Placeholder 0128 | Wyatt Morga | Jegy Sesara | Javrin Kuat
NPCs: 11 Brutes |
Equipment: Armour | Axe

The Titan delivered a precise blow as the Jedi darted to the right, both moved to converse their momentum as more joined the Fight. Immediately as his blow fell his open right hand grasped the lower length of the Axe as a counter-weight, ready to react as the Jedi dodged and pivoted to strike. As the Pike wielding Jedi moved to the left of the Jedi, the Titan enacted his response- easily able to swivel the Axe from right to left. In one cohesive motion, Tathra brought the lower end of the Long-Axe into collision with the Jedi Cedric's blade and the Jedi's Pike, blocking both as he attempted to strike with his Pike-Lightsaber. Right leg shifting forward as the Jedi's Lightsaber connected the lower shaft of the Axe, the sheer strength of the Titan likely knocking both of them back.

The Jedi behind him, slashed with his blade; cut through the lower half of his left legs armour, narrowly missing the leg joint as the Titan pushed forward on the Imperator, using the collision of shaft with the Jedi's blade to impress his incredible weight and strength on pushing the Jedis back, using the momentum of his defence to throttle the Jedi, bull rushing through them as he continued forward, shoving upward to push aside both Cedric and Jegy as he turned to his left, side-stepping to have all three in front of him.

 

[Javrin Kuat]

Objective 1 - Survive

-- He watched as the conflict arise in front of him and he was not able to comprehend what was going on before him. It was while all this was happening that many of his guards and soldiers attempted to get close and protect the leader of Kuat.

-- Javrin Kuat, the Head of House Kuat, Kuat of Kuat and the leader of his planet felt a searing pain in his chest. Looking down at the area he stopped feeling the sensation of pain and panic filled his brain with a white fuzzy pain. There was red and skin showing from where he once wore elegant clothing that was apparent for his status. It was then that his brain caught up to what had happened to him. The pain from his injury was quick but for a dying man it lasted longer then it should have.

-- His body reacted instead of listened to commands from a dying brain. He looked at the Leader of this assault, the Warlord Tathra Khaeus as though he could not believe what was happening. It just took standing in the wrong area in the wrong time and now he was struck by the beings massive weapon.

-- "Ah, Fuck."

-- The Leader of Kuat fell to the ground and his once warm body fell cold and lifeless. He who only wanted to continue his neutrality and now he would be a martyr for the continued support of the Imperium.

P Placeholder 0128 | Wyatt Morga | Jegy Sesara

 

[Salamander]

Heliobas sensed the death of Javrin Kuat , perhaps the most important of the unarmed nobles in the room, and let out a low, mournful howl.

"None," he rumbled in answer to Cataline's question, his claws clicking across the floor as he continued to pace. Cataline Holt was indeed in a state of shock and confusion, much like the other survivors, but she was not questioning the circumstances. Good.

The Bryn'adul were preoccupied with their combat against the remaining warriors. Tathra Khaeus and P Placeholder 0128 were locked in combat, assisted by Jegy Sesara and Wyatt Morga . Now was the time to make their escape.

"We must leave this place," he said, addressing all of the survivors he corralled. He swung his massive head toward the nearest exit. "Head for the shuttles." He recalled the large storage closet he had mistakenly broken into mere minutes earlier. Located conveniently further down the hall, it could serve as cover or a hiding place should the need arise. Otherwise, they needed to reach the shuttle bay and organize a proper evacuation.

"If any of you can fight, go first. I will follow at the rear."

 

[Placeholder 0128]

Pain shot through Cedric's shoulder like a winter chill. It threatened to steal his focus, to force him into wilting against the warlord's strength. It was only the assistance of Cedric's allies that kept the Jedi Master from being overwhelmed in that moment of weakness, a curse spilling from his lips as his blade met the long end of the polearm.

The beast pressed forward, and Cedric came to the realization that he was about to be trampled. Not a very pleasant death. He cast his pain aside, asking of the Ashla her benevolence, and in turn found that the agony dulled somewhat. Her energies flowed into his limbs, artificially enhancing the very fibers of his muscles so that he might hold his ground. Tendons and sinew screamed with strain as Cedric's boots ground against the floor. Bones threatened to shatter beneath the weight. He did not fall beneath the monster's advance, but he was being driven back rather soundly.

"Get the legs!" He snapped, his voice twisting with the strain of holding back the Titan's advance.

Tathra Khaeus , Wyatt Morga , Jegy Sesara

 

[Wyatt Morga]

Objective: Protect Cedric

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Wyatt had missed his strike - narrow as it was, and the Titan knew it. He charged Cedric into the ground - which only reinforced that Wyatt had failed his strike, as daft as he was. Gritting his teeth, he heard Cedric call for a strike - though he knew two things; that Tathra would hear respond, and that he would expect it. The Jedi Master’s plan would fit what Cedric needed - but it would have to be done carefully.​

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Instead of directly strike the Titan, Wyatt threw his lightsaber in front of him as he sprinted forward - having it strike at Tathra’s mid back before grabbing it back through the Force, and following with a sideways strike to the same leg he had already broken the armor on. For the Imperator’s sake, he had to ensure that the strike made it.​

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Tathra Khaeus │ Jegy Sesara │ P Placeholder 0128​

 

[Cataline Holt]

Cataline gave a small nod as she stared at the carnage before them. Her family had did a great job at keeping her from seeing the worst of what happened during her life. Actually seeing it was another blow... And how bad it was at the other planets? What could the galaxy do to stop such a tide of evil?

Cataline wasn't the one for the answers and she gave a nod. She could only hope P Placeholder 0128 , Jegy Sesara and Wyatt Morga would make it out alive - and man, did she wish she could do more. But the girl hadn't fought someone once in her life, favoring diplomacy and tact wording above all else.

None of the nobles knew how to fight - they had been living lives of luxury. "I'll go first," she said quietly as she quickly motioned for the group to follow her through the exit. "Let's move fast, but carefully," she spoke calmly to the group as she walked forward - at a brisk but cautious pace. She couldn't fight, either - but if something happened, at least innocent people wouldn't be injured.

And, worse case, she could stall whatever it was long enough for Salamander to escape with the survivors.

 

[Jegy Sesara]

This Titan was a mad man! No matter what any of his fellow Jedi could do, this beast of a man would not slow down! When the Titan blocked his lightsaber and then shoved, it was to hard as his lightsaber pike started to crack, then suddenly as of nothing, was bull rushed to be moved aside. Trying to duck to get the momentum needed, he would roll underneath with his lightsaber pike being dragged, doing a flourish as he tried to stab forward...only to discover half of his lightsaber pike gone, it sparking electricity as the other end would roll right under the Titans feet as the force itself was to much, breaking it in two.

"Ah Kriff..."

Looking up, he would quickly roll back and toss the leftover portion of his pike like a spear, trying to hit him in the chest which probably would shatter whatever left of his pike into a million pieces. Rolling back, he would almost hit one of the warriors as the cleaver went down. Rolling to the side, he would watch the warrior as he tried to keep side stepping, the roar and another cleave downward as the Sullustan kept his distance away from this monster. When the next strike was to the side, he would grab it with both arms and giving a loud yell, shove him into the side through one pieces of glass, falling down a story with him, landing with a THUD. Giving a long groan, the two would slowly get up and watch each other, one wielding the cleaver...the Sullustan with nothing as he made a hand motion as they began their fight in earnest.

Tathra Khaeus
P Placeholder 0128
Wyatt Morga

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

Objective: Rip & Tear
Hostiles: P Placeholder 0128 | Wyatt Morga | Jegy Sesara
NPCs: 11 Brutes |
Equipment: Armour | Axe

When the Human Imperator resisted his advance and called for aid, the Titan shifted his plan as to put the Imperator between him and the others, his right hand slid up the length of the Axe; meeting his left toward the upper length of the Axe as he relinquished his dominant hands grasp, pulling to the right as he hooked the Jedi's blade under the Blade of his Axe with incredible speed, the sheer weight would push the Jedi's blade and guard downwards as the Titan's left struck down with a powerful fist toward the Jedi's face. Enough force in the blow to dent a thick Beskar plate or turn organs into pulverised meat.

The motion would allow the Titan to turn on his heel, seeing the incoming spiralling lightsaber-half as he simply moved the Axe upward; colliding with the thrown Pike in a small explosion that blinded the Titan to the in-coming thrown blade if only momentarily. The explosion was meagre, single step backwards was all he could manage. Now the thrown blade slashed through the metal plating of his side armour, leaving a scorched dent on the metal, and cutting into his skin.

The Titan had no visible reaching to the pain, no human movement of muscle was visible in his armoured visage.

 

[Jegy Sesara]

As the Sullustan stared down the other brute, the two would go engaged into combat. The brute would sling down his cleaver, smashing through tables as the Sullustan kept dodging, swinging left hooks of his mechanical arm as it would make CLANG noises each time he hit. During one of the wide swings, the Sullustan would get caught on the shoulder and feel some blood spurt out as he gasped out. Giving a bit of a cough, he would stand back up, holding his fists up and start swinging with his left arm again, smashing the side of the other brutes head as he staggered back.

Walking forward, the cleaver would swing to the side, cutting right into the chest of the Sullustan as he winced in pain, gripping it on the back swing and kicked directly at the beasts wrists, dislocating them. The brute would scream in pain, letting go of the cleaver as the Sullustan gripped onto it. Giving a loud cry, he would swing and cut directly into the skull, embedding into it as he gave a kick in the chest for good measure, cutting deeper into it and getting stuck as the brute would fall back. Giving a long pant, he would look to the side of other civilians, covered partly in his own blood and others as he motioned for them. The Sullustan was now useless in this combat, he was to escort the civilians out. Grabbing a nearby child, he would hoist him up and head towards his own freighter to take off, hoping that Cedric and the others can hold out well...and worried slightly in the back of his mind, Pom.

P Placeholder 0128
Tathra Khaeus

 

[Kiber Dorn]

Objective 3: A Hungover Mystery​

It was well and truly established now that Janice was some kind of monster that probably sacrificed babies for the sheer banter of it. Bet she's in a multi-level marketing scheme too. Just typical. Of all the bathrooms on all the planets in all the galaxy, Kiber had to pass out in the one run by a fascist monster.

Karkity kark kark.

It was only a matter of time before security would arrive, and he had yet to think of a way out of this situation. Unfortunately, his brain was still coming up empty, well actually, it was thinking about getting a kebab but that wasn't really relevant nor useful.

“You know what?” Kiber declared suddenly, no longer using his totally convincing fake woman's voice, “I am done with you Janice! I am done!”

Without any further pretence or drama, Dorn got up, realised he was definitely still moderately drunk and opened the bathroom door, only to be confronted by a short human woman (who was actually lowkey hot but in a stern mother kind of way) who now seemed to be both utterly confused and equally horrified by his true identity.

“P-PERVERT!” Janice screeched, shattering parts of Kiber's psyche forever with her shrill tones of seething horror.

“THIS IS FOR SOCIETY!”

Then he punched her in the face and she dropped like a sack of potatoes.

 

[Placeholder 0128]

Then came a moment of clarity.

The blade jerked as it was caught under the axe's own blade. The Jedi Master was silent, his masked visage similar in expression. There was a quiet hiss as the Blade of Ruusan was suddenly doused. The Titan had intend to drag him down into a punch that would have surely ripped his head from his shoulders. It would have been a rather quick and merciful death compared to the prior trampling, Cedric would give the Titan that.

The shifting of the monster's shoulder was Cedric's first tell. It was the slight dip, the recoiling of the upper arm. The empyrean's gift made his observations far quicker than most, but they were his in making. Phrik plates clanked and clunked as Cedric leaned back in a jerking motion so far that he began to fall toward the ground. He drew the energies within his body into the tips of his fingers tip, the powers of the empyrean rushing to meet his requests just as one's body reacts to one's orders.

The punch came. It sounded like a cracking whip as it fell toward him like an executioner's hammer. He jerked his head upward as it approached, missing the tip of the Jedi's helm by an inch or so.

That energy exploded from his fingertips in a blast of telekinetic energy that stretched extended all around at its apex, sending the Jedi Master soaring high into the air, his lightsaber soaring off in another direction entirely.

Tathra Khaeus

 

[Kiber Dorn]

Objective 3: A Hungover Mystery​

Was this morally reprehensible? Was it okay to punch middle-aged crows because they were frustrating and awful? Probably not. He stood for a second or two to consider this before the door to the bathroom opened and security arrived.

“Oh. Hey...I...uh...”

This looked bad.

“D-d-doN'T MOVE!”

Wait, why did the security guard's voice crack? Actually looking at him Kiber saw not a burly foe before him but a scrawny teenager made of terror and hormones pointing a stun gun at him.

“Look. My guy. My dude. I think I can safely say for all of you that work here that by socking Janice in the face that I have provided a great service, no?” Dorn reasoned with the teenager who actually seemed quite receptive to his logic, “This whole thing was just a misunderstanding, and I just want to leave, get a kebab and ride out this hangover. That cool?”

The security guard lowered his stun gun and nodded in agreement without hesitation just as Janice began to stir. What a hero.

Kiber shot the guy finger guns and grinned before absolutely sprinting out of the bathroom of the store for expectant mothers (which is apparently a thing). As he ran, which quickly turned into a power walk when his body protested to such exercise he internally celebrated his moral victory.

Today everybody was a winner.

"HE GOT AWAY?!"

Okay, not Janice.

So what planet was he even on anyway?