Public [THP | TDC] Operation Reckoning

[Valaine Valentine]

Tags - Vakhari Lutris Noodles Acier Moonbound

It was perhaps Valaine's first conflict against the Jedi proper, the young Sangnir never truly having met anyone that fought her with the express desire to kill her. Perhaps once or twice someone had come at her with that thought, but she had a knack for somehow defusing such situations. But still, she was where she wanted to be right now, assisting her very cherished teacher.

She sat upon one of the very comfy office chairs within the room, kicking off a wall as she slid the chair over towards Vakhari, stopping just besides her as she peered towards the screen she was typing away at. A lot of it didn't make sense to Valaine, but she did like to watch her work regardless. Naturally she had already gotten her a cup of coffee and so now she found herself a little stationary. Her main intent was to ensure nobody could bother the doctor while she worked and operated the defense systems of the tower.

"An interesting day, isn't it?"

Valaine hummed as she glanced towards Vakhari. "Definitely less boring than others. But... They're not actually gonna get all the way up here, right?" she asked as she pushed her feet against the floor, her chair being pushed back away from the desk and Vakhari. She reached a hand up to catch the earpiece tossed towards her before she peered at it for a moment, then placing it within her ear. She felt like a professional for once.

"I'll uhh..." she hummed, giving a light spin of her chair, a habit she had started picking up from the doctor. ".. Patrol, I guess? You'll tell me straight away if you need me back here though, okay?" she asked. With that she was finally ready to depart the control room they were in. The door behind her opened and she pushed her feet against the floor again as she rolled the chair straight out the door and into the hallway. The back of the chair bumped lightly into the wall as the door in front of her closed shut.

Being alone Valaine left out a soft sigh before she glanced from left to right. Which way to go? Could she maybe keep rolling on her chair? No, that'd be silly... Surely nobody would get this far into the structure through...

At the very least she had the watchful eye of her teacher likely keeping track of her if she did run into any trouble.

 

[Katarine Ryiah]

Location: The Raven
Objective: Pew Pew Pew
Tags: Michael Angellus


As Katarine strapped in and put on the headset she took a deep breath, steadying her nerves and getting ready for the task at hand. Buster was pouting slightly, missing Connel already. She picked him up and put him in her lap. Her tiny frame gave him enough room that the gun didn't smush him. She scratched behind his ears. "It's okay buddy. He's coming back." He better because she didn't want to lie to this little puppy.

Right time to concentrate. She saw on the screen different targets start to light up. That was her cue. They were providing cover fire for the team below after all. She lined up one of the targets on the screen and flipped the toggle switch. The gun started to power up almost instantly and the next moment was ready to fire.

 

[Darth Virelia]

"DEPLOY THE GARRISON!" - OBJ 2 Kito , Shego Striga , Kamon Vondiranach

Equipment (SORRY SHOULD OF ADDED EARLIER) - Tyrant's Embrace

The flames met her. Sudden, hot, insistent.

Darth Virelia raised one clawed hand, the talons of her gauntlet glimmering violet in the light of her breastplate's crystalline node. Power rippled outward, a shimmering veil of force flaring against the encroaching inferno. The fireball struck it and guttered, bending and hissing as though drowned in an unseen tide. The shock of the impact rolled through the tower's chamber, sending cracked glass and half-molten shards skittering across the marble floor.

She did not move quickly. Tyrant's Embrace whispered with each subtle tilt of her frame, the black-mirrored plates catching firelight and throwing it back in fractured violet. The ochre blade that came for her knee scored across phrik with a hiss like molten iron—only to find resistance, the alloy ringing as though mocking the weapon that dared to taste it.

"Ah," she purred, voice a lilting contralto that curled around the words like smoke, "a child with a torch, so eager to prove herself a wildfire."

Her helm tilted, six burning eyes aligning on the young Jedi who had dared to strike her. There was no rush in her movement, only the languid elegance of inevitability.

The air thickened, sweet at first, then cloying. Her words dripped with the cadence of silk and poison as she stepped forward, talons outstretched not to strike, but to beckon.

"You think fire makes you untouchable. That because you can burn, you are already destruction. But fire consumes indiscriminately. It devours until only ash is left, and ash is weak, so easily scattered."

Her presence pressed down like a velvet weight, invisible fingers winding into nerves and veins, teasing them into rebellion. A whisper of her will became something more—a lash of Force Affliction attempting to slide into the young Jedi's body, probing past flesh into marrow, searching for weakness, for the trembling pulse of fear that lived behind defiance.

"Do you feel it?" Her tone dropped to a whisper, intimate, as though spoken against the Shaper's ear despite the space between them. "Your body remembers pain more honestly than your mind does. Nerves betray you faster than your lips. Every tendon, every muscle knows who holds them."

The violet glow of her armor pulsed in rhythm with her words, each beat timed to the subtle deepening of her curse. She prowled a circle, cape trailing like smoke-soaked silk, voice threading between seduction and threat.

"Strike again if you wish. Carve your penance into my flesh, try to sate the hunger gnawing your conscience. But you will learn what all your kind must—pleasure and torment are sisters. You cannot reach one without falling into the other."

Her talons curled into a fist, runes along her gauntlet igniting with a pulse of amethyst. Around them, the storm rattled the tower's frame, a guttural growl that seemed to echo her intent.

"Come then, little flame. Show me how brightly you burn before I smother you in my hand."

 

[Vyn Daldoure]

Tags: Iskera Valest
Equipment: Equal Handshake, J.A.M.R, D-37 blaster, Icarus Armor
Obj 1

He'd boarded a small shuttle, it's main purpose was recon, so when he'd asked the pilot to tag along, the guy had looked a bit confused. But the blacked metal of Vyn's visor said a plan was in motion, and the pilot seemed like he didn't care. Vyn was standing on the side of the open airlock ramp. The storm pelting the cloth of his armor. Beneath the dark glass his eyes darted around the complex.

It was strange, his military career had started out with hunting Sith and somehow he'd nearly come full circle. This was asset destruction, not a hit, but he still found himself practically gnawing at the bit, and decided to take a roll that could give others time, he was going to make noise, and with it. He hoped it would bring a dance partner.

Stepping off the ramp, Vyn fell away from the recon shuttle, diving through the storm, his Hud lighting up his flight path. Zero deviation was needed, a perfect free fall through the atmosphere.

The buildings came closer and closer, his J.A.M.R lit up, thrusters at his hip released timed bursts that slowed his descent. Vyn crashed into the front of the courtyard with a heavy, but controlled, thump. Nearby, a tower began to blare, sirens ringing in the distance. Someone had gotten into the action. Now it was his turn.

A guard raised a blaster. Vyn reached down, drawing his in with a knee-jerk reaction. Ping. The sound rang out, as his blaster bolt found the helmet, quick and surgical. He then tapped his comm. "Interference is up. I'll try to draw as much attention as possible, and set fuse charges along the way."

With that he planted a shape charge on the main entrance, the small explosive rocked the lock away. This all worked out swimmingly for Vyn, he was an assassin yeah, but one that typically hated being quiet about it. His vibro-knife came free in his off hand as he walked into the halls of the refinery.

 

[Michael Angellus]

​

PERSONAL FLIGHT LOG – Entry #1964
Location: – Crucible Ridge - Sevarcos
Assigned Craft: Raven Dropship
Astromech Partner: BRED (BB-30)
Current Mood: Come and get me!
Background Noise: The sound of the ship itself (and of course BRED)

Deep breath.


Gain some altitude and pitch forward into a dive. They needed cover so I got this crate in position for it. This is what it’s about, flying, running, gunning and funning. I banked hard to the left, avoiding a barrage of enemy fire. BRED chirped in my ear, signaling an incoming target lock.

Wooo-beeep. [Translation: “Try not to miss, the gunner lining us up… I mean… they could see him on the ground.”] "I see it, buddy," I muttered, flipping the switches for countermeasures. This was the dance—chaos and control, all at once.


Wooo-beeep. [Translation: “Oh geez. We’re playing halfway house and pet rescue?”]

Lay off or no oil bath!

I muttered,


Wooo-beeep. [Translation: “I’ll be the only one actually working here… I’ll be at the engines.”]

I wasn’t going to listen to him complain, so I quietly said to Jedi Ryiah.

“Hold onto him for a second?”

Then I rolled the ship. Not hard or jarring but enough to get a


“Weeep-bwoo.” [Translation: “You did that on purpose!”]

I’m not used to you being nice to me.

“Weeep-bwoo.” [Translation: “You’re not the only one.”


End log.


– Michael A.
Selling that droid for a bag of chips when I get home, I swear.


TAG:

This is where he is speaking

 

[Acier Moonbound]

Location: Sevacros II

Equipment:
Training Jumpsuit | Lightsaber | Modified DL-27 | Tic | Commlink

Kattada had been a crucible. Fire, stone, and the blades of a Sith Lord had tested him, nearly broken him. But he'd walked away alive. Stronger. He'd learned from it. And tonight? Ace would face the architects of that raid, he was ready to strike back.

The Overseer's spire rose through the haze ahead, jagged steel burning light into the storm. Ace kept his eyes on it, the grit stinging his face little more than background noise Beside him, Noodles' voice ran fast, bravado wrapped tight around nerves. The Force carried the truth underneath - her pulse kicking quick, chest tight, fear loud as any alarm. He slowed just enough to set a palm on her shoulder.

"Hey." He said, voice steady, low against the wind. "You're gonna be okay. I got you."

He meant it. As long as she was under his guard, nothing was going to touch her. Then the tower came alive. Spotlights tore through the dust, turrets pivoted into place, alarms buzzing like distant thunder. Tic chirped static from his shoulder, photoreceptor flaring toward the droids cutting through the storm.

Ace's hand lifted. The Force surged out with it, invisible pressure crushing down. One spotlight exploded in a burst of glass and sparks, then another twisted on its hinge, steel shrieking before it buckled into silence. With a snap-hiss, the blue fire from his lightsaber erupted from the emitter. He angled the blade, readying himself for the resistence about to come.

Then the Force stirred. It rippled something dark, heavier than any machine or steel - something alive. Whatever it was, whoever they were, were waiting deeper inside the tower. He rolled his shoulders once, blood stirring at the possibility of a challenge.

"Go." Ace muttered stepping into the storm as another spotlight shattered above. "Get me a door. I'll clear the way."

Noodles | Vakhari Lutris | Valaine Valentine ​

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x | Companion: Domxite
Interacting with: Aris Noble

The multitool shimmered in her hand, cycling through holographic keys that tried to shape and fit until one finally clicked. The wrist shackle snapped open, clattering to the floor.

"Oh thank the stars, it worked!" she beamed, already feeling he prisoners' fear shift something closer to hope.

One by one, the chains fell. Each lock gave way to her touch until the line of prisoners stood free, staring at her with wide uncertain eyes. A few whispered, voices rough with disbelief.

"Is she real?"

"Like some kind of star spirit…"

Zaiya gave them a comforting smile, letting her glow steady into calm, reassuring light.

"Stay close to me," she instructed them with a gentle but firm tone. They had to stick together and get through this quickly to the evacuation shuttles.

Her bracelets jingled as she turned back toward the fight. Aris's silhouette briefly flashed in the chaos and the Lovalla Padawan called out.

"I'm taking this group out first! I'll come back for the others!"

Then she lifted her hand and motioned for the freed prisoners to follow, letting her light lead them out to the entrance of the mines.

 

[Noodles]

Outfit: bomber jacket, layered skirt + leggings, boots
Equipment: portable slicer rig, satchel of wires & snacks, HUD goggles, headphones
Tag: Acier Moonbound Vakhari Lutris Valaine Valentine

The tower lit up like a beast waking. Sirens wailed, beams of white cutting through the storm until they felt like knives in her eyes. Noodles froze mid-step, knees locked. For a second her breath snagged. Then... a crunch of pressure in the air. One spotlight burst into sparks, glass raining into the dust. Another twisted, shrieking steel, as Ace's blade ignited in a flash of blue.

"Dooope," she muttered, half under her breath, half in awe.

She tried not to stare too long. He had the fight handled; she had her own. The closer they pressed to the tower, the louder her HUD pinged. Scrambled signals, static noise, encrypted traffic spiking against the dust. They were already in range. Her chest fluttered.

"Need a sec, gonna have to start remote, mebbe can find a port to settle in if we get inside," she said, darting for the shadow of a cracked loading rig. She crouched low, The Nest on her lap, case already hissing open. Normally she'd pop all three screens and let her fingers fly, but out here? Far too exposed. She slid just one into place, pale light painting her gloves, as cables clicked into her satchel's ports.

Then came the jack. She pressed her goggles down over her eyes, clipping the thin lead into the port at her temple. Her implants caught the signal instantly, HUD flickering to life in a flood of shifting code and false pulses. The world split, half storm, half stream of datalines scrolling against the dark.

"Aight... first wall," she whispered, fingers hammering the keys in a frantic rhythm. "This is gonna take a bit. Gotta chew through their baby locks before I get anywhere serious."

The Nest hummed. The first security layer bristled against her touch, routines swatting at her probes like flies. She pushed harder. Subroutines split, fragments burrowed in. She could feel something in there, like eyes on the other end, waiting. But it felt... too neat, too deliberate. Bait, maybe. Her mouth curled despite the nerves.

"Uh-huh. Somebody's home." Her voice went drier, sharper, a shift even she could feel. "Okay, beep-boop brain... let's dance."

She pulled a deep breath, typing harder, faster, each keystroke syncing with the rush of code in her goggles. The storm roared around her while she dug into the veins of the tower.

One wall down, more to go.

 

[Drystan Creed]

Eviscerant Yards

At a high perch within the refinery, a man clad in black stood above the chaos—both around him and within. The why and the how of the skirmish meant little. Defending the place was only incidental to his true purpose. He had come for a challenge.

His presence was more readily accepted among the scoundrels who ran this operation than among those he once called allies. And so he turned his focus on hunting the very brethren he had once fought beside.

It was not hatred that drove him. Nor vengeance. Only the simple desire to cross blades with the worthy.

He made no effort to hide himself. Once, as a Shadow, concealment had been his strength. Now, it was unnecessary. Instead, he let his presence press outward, heavy and unmistakable, carrying with it a violent intent.

He dropped from the perch, landing lightly before slipping his hands into his pockets. Casual in appearance, unhurried in step, he walked as though the chaos belonged to him. For him, it might as well have.

His eyes swept the refinery floor as he advanced. In the weave of the Force, he felt the subtle pulls and tugs of opportunity. A challenge lay ahead. It was only a matter of finding it.

Ines Pen-Ar-Lan Calyx Sundrift

 

[Iskera Valest]

The alarms came first—long, metallic howls that cut through the refinery's groaning breath. Then the shudder of a blast door caving inward, ripples of heat moving through the corridor like a cough through lungs. Whoever had struck the lock had wanted it loud.

Iskera paused at the mouth of a maintenance shaft, respirator pendant pressed lightly against her lips. The air tasted of scorched alloy. Through the grated floor below, she caught a glimpse: a figure moving with purpose, armor dark against the flicker of emergency lights.

She unslung the slim leather case at her side and drew out a glass vial, the liquid inside faintly green, caustic enough to score transparisteel if given seconds to work. She cradled it in her palm for a moment, weighing distance and arc as she studied the intruder's stride. Timing was the only mathematics that mattered.

A step forward brought her into the open. The storm outside wailed against ruptured seals, carrying dust into the hall in ribbons of yellow haze. Her eyes fixed on the visor of the intruder as though measuring whether he looked back. Then she let the vial slip from her fingers.

It fell, the cold drop of glass against ferrocrete, shattering at an angle calculated to splash the acid across the wall beside the doorframe. The liquid hissed instantly, chewing through bulkhead plating, spraying droplets into the corridor air. The confined space filled with acrid steam, sightline fractured into smoke and shimmer.

In the same breath, she drew her vibrosword. The weapon's edge hummed, sharp enough to shear pipework, precise enough to sever bone. She advanced into the distortion she had made, steps sure despite the fumes clawing at exposed skin. The cloud was meant only to unnerve, to blind, to tilt control back toward her.

"Noise is a poor disguise," she said evenly, her voice level through the respirator.

The hum of the vibrosword rose as she shifted her weight, blade held in a low guard, body angled to cut or deflect. The corridor's confined geometry promised close work—exactly the range where hesitation turned fatal.

Let the saboteur boast of fuses and charges. Here, in this narrow throat of the refinery, victory would belong to whoever read the rhythm best.

And rhythm was something she had already measured.

Vyn Daldoure

 

[Vyn Daldoure]

Tags: Iskera Valest
Equipment: Equal Handshake, J.A.M.R, D-37 blaster, Icarus Armor

Sensory overload could be a real issue, if it was anyone but him. The Sith certainly had an aesthetic to keep up. The red signal lights bouncing off the black transparisteel of his visor. The rhythmic sound of the alarms. Each of his steps was heavy, and measured. There was a rhythm, and he wasn't rushing to get farther into the complex, he was taking his time. Each step that echoed from him, was at it's core, bait.

Sure, he had a small satchel of det charges. Yes, he could go place them on structural supports and machinery, but Vyn knew Valery Noble had her own team assaulting the same objective, and unlike him, who'd walked through the door entirely alone and ahead of the pack. She had the numbers to set more charges. For Vyn, this worked it's way through his head, and came out the other side of that fleshy supercomputer saying, it was okay to stop and take in the thrill of combat.

The alarms did their job, loud enough to probably wake anyone that had dosed off, and they concealed the sound of the glass shattering. Yet even so, when he saw the smoke billow in his peripheral vision, his augmented nervous system kicked into overdrive. The information reached his brain within a nanosecond, he'd already begun to pivot and turn his torso as her words came out.

If she was perceptive and understood tech, the black domed visor was polarized transparisteel. Inside of which Vyn's HUD gave him several readings.

[corrosive decay has caused smoke screen]
[possible caustic or poisons particles]
[Suit and cybernetic augment filter. Protective status: Adequate.]

He couldn't see much as it was. The metal chaff caused by the substance interfered with the motion detector, the smoke did the rest. Then, as if to a normal individual he had a death wish. He hit a button near his collar. The black transparisteel retracted. Vyn took a deep breath, no immediate reaction. If the smoke was toxic his implants could filter it out.

A sharp and sudden blink caused his iris to turn a bright, but deep maroon color. Infra-red vision picked up her silhouette. The Iridonian was unmistakably, calm. She was holding an object, the heat signature around it vibrated, lightsaber or maybe a vibro-sword, he was unsure without a clear picture, which led to his next decision. He holstered his blaster, switching the vibroknife into his dominant hand. "Never was the stealthy type." his reply was dry, and unceremonious.

It was cramped. Yet he had space to back peddle, but perhaps more importantly, he'd been raised in cage fights. Then as if an explosive went off, his movement rig engaged. The jet nozzle's propelling plasma rocketed him forward with unsettling speed, and once he was within range, he swung in an upward arch, not aimed to harm or maim her, but to strike her weapon.

 

[Reina Daival]

Tag: Acier Moonbound Noodles Vakhari Lutris Valaine Valentine Viscountess Pandora
Armour
Sword

There had been enough rest on Reina's part. She finally had to get involved in something. There was only so much sitting back, healing and recovering that one redhead could take at the end of the day. She had to get involved somehow and so she found herself trailing after Acier Moonbound and Noodles . In the past, she might have used what little stealth training she had to sneak her way up to the pair to help aid them...but at the end of the day, she was tired of sneaking around.

Plenty of droids as well. Just fine by Reina. She hated the damned things. It allowed her to put her frustrations to good use as she swung the fancy brass knuckles that had came with her new armour. Armour was finally something she had decided to uphold, even if she still had yet to carry the shield she had wanted for so long. Bringing her fists against metal, letting them crumple down to the ground.

The entire tower carried the stench of rot and darkness. It was something that Reina had become far more attuned to, and it was also something she detested as she continued to charge her way through the corridors. Once she found the spotlights destroyed, Reina knew she had been heading in the right direction. And hey, the sound of a Lightsaber buzzing didn't discourage her. If anything it encouraged the Ersansyr!

"Friendly coming in."

Alright. Main onslaught to get to these two was over. Now it was time to switch her pattern of attack as Reina slipped the brass knuckles back onto the suit before reaching up towards her back to unsheathe the sword she was using. She still hadn't returned to her lightsaber. Reina didn't feel like she deserved it. Yet fortunately for her, she had training in the way of a sword.

"I'll be following your lead here Moounbound."

Yeah, sure, maybe she should have explained more about just randomly showing up...but explanations could come later. For now? Reina was going to focus on the battle. Taking in as much as she could, instead of rushing straight into the fight...Well, actually if she thought about it, the rushing into the fight had already happened. Oops.

Spoiler: OOC Notes

: Means written/typed communication : < Means Sign Language communication >

 

[Vakhari Lutris]

Tags: Valaine Valentine Acier Moonbound Noodles Reina Daival

The loss of systems was promptly recorded, both from the shattered spotlights to the lost droids. All throughout the field of battle, surging outward from the bones of the tower out into the miles of dust. Your skin could feel it, a presence monitored far more than just the cameras.

Each and every droid that had fallen, she had seen them. Recognizing one of them even, she had helped Acier Moonbound learn more about his past. Was she upset? Perhaps viewed this as some sort of betrayal?

No.

It was simply the way of the world, the dogma of the galaxy. There was but one driving force, one ever-present figure that loomed over this place. It was the primordial dark, and through all of them it would receive blood.​

"Definitely less boring than others. But... They're not actually gonna get all the way up here, right?"

"You would think that rows of defenses would make someone go away, but no. One constant danger in his galaxy is an idiot, wanna know what is worse? A determined idiot."

Vakhari jests with Valaine over their comms.

"They will find a way inside, you'll be ready... Besides, I got your back."

Valaine Valentine could feel Vakhari around her, as if the doctor was walking with her despite still being in the control room.

Meanwhile, she catches on to someone breaking into her trap. Noodles had broken through the first wall, rather quickly. The Arkanian making a mental note of that as she sent out another ping on the secure comms, each and every attacker that had so openly made moves had been marked.

A row of higher spotlights would focus in on Acier Moonbound and Reina Daival as they stood in the open, Vakhari herself channeling her surgical force into them as their charged lights would be bright enough to damage the eyes. With these lights being higher up, easily crushing them was going to be a lot harder.

More droids swarm around where the two vanguards are, a circle of them scanning the duo before moving in. As the soulless automatons moved in, both Acier Moonbound and Reina Daival could feel the presence of Vakhari as electrical currents of lightning would surge from the droids, sending out painful shocks before the dozen droids exploded in swathe of shrapnel.

Noodles would get her own welcome, her screen showing red text followed by a strange symbol..

. . . .

. . . . Greetings user . . . .

. . . .

. . . .V.L . . . .

Someone was there, not just biting into the systems, but Noodles could feel a hand be placed on her shoulder. The presence didn't feel wholly overwhelming like how many Sith tended to do to showboat their power, from behind she could somehow feel a creeping smile forming.

"Hello there."

A soft voice whispers to the rival slicer, Vakhari trying to slow her guest. She had played her pieces this turn, the two Jedi being blinded and perhaps wounded from the droids right as a defensive missile is sent right out of the tower to right where Noodles is.

Taking a sip of her coffee, she begins to monitor the missile as it screamed right through the air.

​

 

[Kito]

//: Darth Virelia //:
//: Shego Striga //: Kamon Vondiranach //:

The orange blade danced across the armor, but it didn't cut. No glow of heat, no scent of burning metal. Her lightsabers were useless against this one — and maybe her fire-shaping too. Still, Kito pressed on.

Her strike swept low at the knees, but she pulled back just as quickly, recalibrating. The Sith had prepared. More and more, sabers were relics. Armor resisted. Even ordinary troopers now stood against them. For a heartbeat, Kito wondered if the galaxy had already moved past warriors like her.

Her blade dipped to her side, ready to lunge again — but her body stopped. Something crawled into her veins, corruption slithering into her bones, clawing up her spine. The voice she had shut out before now poured in, tantalizing, insidious, dragging her back to the day everything burned.

Her clan's screams. The stench of charred flesh. The Sith's laughter.

Little flame…​

The words fractured and distorted, her father's voice, her mother's, the Sith's. Her heart pounded faster, feeding the corruption until—

It stopped.

"I will show you, Beast," Kito hissed, her lips curling back, flames licking on her breath. "Before I send you into your next life."

Heat surged from her core. Her belly burned, her skin reddened as she raised her body temperature, scorching the corruption as if it were a sickness in her blood. She exhaled again, fire thick on her tongue. Reaching for the blessed Odachi, she drew the heavy blade — its metal catching fire.

The world slowed. The Force rushed through her, flaring in tandem with her fire-shaping. From the sole of her foot, an inferno erupted as she launched herself forward like a comet, the weighted blade gripped in both hands.

She swung from the ground up, aiming to cleave the armored Sith from hip to shoulder. Without pause, she let the Odachi's momentum carry her through, her body twisting into a back-kick that burned bright, striking straight for Virelia's core.

 

[Valery Noble]

Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

The clash of sabers and blasterfire filled the storm, defenders scrambling too late as Valery cut a line through their ranks. Each swing of her blade left another guard down, each step pulled her team deeper into the heart of the refinery.

Then it happened.

A thunderclap without sound, a streak of death through the haze. The Jedi beside her jerked back, chest torn open, blood spraying across her jumpsuit in a crimson arc. She froze for the briefest moment, orange eyes locking on the figure as his life-force tore free and vanished into nothing. Gone in an instant, swept up in what should have been just another battle.

Her jaw tightened, and a sharp breath hissed past her lips.

The storm no longer felt like dust and wind. It pulsed with fire, with the glow of her gaze as she turned it toward the source. She reached, the Force stretching out in all directions until she caught the trace she sought. Its cold precision, the predator's stillness, the killer's intent. A sniper, well hidden and well prepared, and more than likely changing positions.

Valery moved, her saber swept once to knock aside a bolt from the chaos in front of her, then she was gone in a blur of speed. Her boots tore into the dirt, the storm whipping her hair as she shifted direction again and again, her path never straight, never predictable. A lightning bolt with no single strike point, closing the distance with every surge.

Her eyes burned brighter, fixed only on him.

She was coming.

Lysander von Ascania ​

 

[Valaine Valentine]

Tags - Vakhari Lutris Noodles Acier Moonbound Reina Daival

"They will find a way inside, you'll be ready... Besides, I got your back."

The thought made Valaine smile warmly and already she felt herself more confident in her ability to take on any foe that might find their way inside, but naturally she had no idea who exactly was coming to assault the tower, or that she was familiar with one of them...

As she idly made her way down one of the halls, patrolling as she went to make sure the area was clear, she paused to step aside as she heard another little swarm of droids whizzing by through the hall to potentially go and intercept someone much farther away. She had a thought, and like many of them, she impulsively went with it. With a light hop she snatched one of the passing droids with a hand and tugged it down as she wrapped both her arms around it possessively and held it in her grasp. This was her droid now.

She gave the captured droid a little pat on its metallic frame; surely Vakhari could spare just one of them? With her newly acquired companion she turned to start leisurely walking in the direction the rest of the droids had flown in, holding her own one against her chest and facing forward so that its vision could help her detect any potential threats that she couldn't.

Just a girl and her robot.

She did take the moment to ask Vakhari over the commlink however; "Hey, are those all going towards the fight? How many of them are there?" she asked curiously as she continued to walk without much care.

 

[Delsin Shaw]

|| Objective I: Protect the Refinery ||
|| Equipment: Sword | Pistol | Armor | Mask | Ring ||
|| Company: Broodmongers | Juggernauts | Revenants ||
|| Tags: Connel Vanagor | Katarine Ryiah | @Open ||​

the refinery was being assaulted. Its generation of the spice and by way of production, was sold to markets to generate enough credits to fund operations of what would be the Dark Court. While in truth, it was hidden behind the guise of some market share of just being used by someone who was dead. At least, the name was dead. The assault gathered many of those who were within the Dark Court and even allies. Which is why I was here. What they failed to realize was that this location was fortified by not just soldiers of human or near-human species. Subtly the location was infested with much worse.

Spawn.

These creatures were kept hidden within the deepest confines of the Facilities. So that should such things come to light, it would erupt into a great conflict of not just men. But monstrosities. A smile on my face as ships fell from the sky. They came unknowingly into the conflict and fight of the refinery. And so, they would be given food to consume.

I hated to know that these people were those who I had attempted to confer with. As such, my armor hid not my presence itself. But made my identity that of a void. Obscured to the point of being no more than a shadow of dark energy. The Detestation Armor, a modern rendition of Contempt armor my father had once worn. Alchemical plate that scattered a person's identity to such a degree, any attempt to discern who they were would be met with just voided face and voided presence.

However, they could still feel it. Feel the darkness of the force by way of permeation in not just the Rogue and Exiled Sith who were within the halls, but also of my own.

"Release them. Let these soldiers find their nightmares."

As others began to climb through the holes in the wall, juggernauts slamming through barricades to reach the front lines. Fighting their way through and leading the charge so that Broodmongers could start the process of gathering the dead worker's bodies and formulate more of these spawn. However, within all of this, groups of soldiers and fighters found their way into the facility only for the Revenants to unleash alchemical flame and lighting upon them. Their banshee screams echoing in the halls and out into the open air.

"Find all who assault this place. Convert them to our cause."

My words speaking to a Matriarch of a Broodmonger who nodded wordlessly but communicated to the other Spawn. All who were captured could be remade. And those who perished, would become the ichor of life for more of these Sithspawn. My heavy footfalls landed on the latticework of the steel walkways. And a single man stood alone among all of this. Uniquely just coordinating it seemed. The mask tilted to look at him. Vision of his presence created an aura of the light. It shone with a a unique orange glow. A soft sun that was setting or rising. A smile hidden behind the mask.

Leaping down to land a bit away from him. The sword in my grasp, Iritious sung from its sheath. Brought level and the point dropped. Almost touching the ground.

"You look a little lost there."

 

[Kamon Vondiranach]

The second was looking at him.

He stared back.

Curious.

They spoke words about him moving, disavailing himself of the situation at hand. It was dismissive, hopeful, calculated. They were hoping to be treated as something lesser, something not worth troubling over, but were carefully preparing themselves to strike. He could see it in the minute movements, the subtle shifts in stance and hold of their weapon. He let the current dissipate around him, seeming to appear out of nowhere to those who had not been able to pierce the current’s veil, such as the two now in combat. For him and the other, it was as if nothing had seemingly changed.

Sick and crippled, she had said. Did that matter? Could not the sick and crippled still bite the heel? No, it didn’t change anything. Evil. He could practically smell it wafting off of her. Age didn’t matter to him either. Evil was evil regardless of how old it was. It all had to be expunged. It all needed to be cleansed. He, the former grandmaster of a now defunct order, was the one who expunged. He asked no questions. He did not care about pleas or begging. There was no escape from the inevitable of the White.

In an instant, his hand went from stationary at his side, to raised towards her. Blink and you’d miss the movement.

“To answer your question,” he said, “yes, I would.”

The Force swirled about him, and one of his sabers snapped up into the outstretched hand, the blade activating, and a white beam of plasma striking forth, aimed directly to activate through her head. No games here, only the clear indication that his intent was to kill. This might be a lightsider in front of her; and he did call himself a Jedi, but he was a Rogue. He did not follow the code, he did not slip to the dark, he just killed anything that was dark, because it could not be reasoned with. It could not be changed. But it could be killed.

ATTIRE: White Robes | WEAPON: 2x White Bladed Lightsabers

TAGS: Shego Striga (Engaging) | Kito | Darth Virelia​

 

[Connel Vanagor]

A DAY OF RECKONING
Sevarcos II
Eviscerant Yards

Michael, Gabriel, Azrael, Sariel, Raphael, Jeremiel, Connel, Raguel
[Any text in brackets signifies comm-link usage and not face to face conversation]

Objective I: Break the Chain
Sevarcos II, Southern Hemisphere — The World of Endless Wind

The REEK surged forward in a rooster tail of red dust, rotary cannons spooling into a chainsaw scream as it was a juggernaut in and of itself. Raphael, Sariel, they might be able to engage those behemoths, but they would need the help of this beast, if nothing more than to draw their attention. Sariel was burning through powercells (good thing he brought a gear bag full of them) as he blasted shot after shot of the free targets.

Raphael took to his cover and started spraying the landscape as if it were an infestation and he was the exterminator.

Activating anti-personnel suppression.

Jeremiel juked the whole chassis of the REEK to the left, shoulder-checking a Juggernaut into a broodmonger, opening up a move for Azrael. He then plowed the rolling monstrosity straight into a group of spawn. Dorsal turret targeting—SERAPHIM multitasking—rotary cannons ripping smaller targets, the dorsal turret hitting the big juggernauts, even if it is only a matter of time.The Juggernauts were climbing and traversing across the top of the vehicle.

[Cheaters!]

Sariel and Raphael landed hot in the shadow under a wrecked conveyor. Raphael was more ostentatious than Sariel was, but the result Targets popped; they erased them. Their position made it a fight for anyone, mercenary, Sith, or spawn to get to them.


[Left side engaged.

[I got the middle. Jeremiel, you working?]

The REEK was still in the fight—rotary cannons were ripping into undead, spawn and broodmongers, the more Juggernauts were tearing pieces of armor and weapons off of them.

Raguel and Michael were moving swiftly—engaging everyone Sith Alligned, they did not have the skills, neither of them to take on spawn directly, but they could engage the others. Azrael was setting charges everywhere there were open spaces and he had a free moment.


Gabriel? He was slicing into systems, turning the refinery's own security systems against them, even if only temporarily.

Azrael ghost-walked into another staging area—he had a shaped charge ready and looking for a place to drop it. [12 degrees to your left, fifteen steps from your position.] He thumbed a switch and flipped it before putting the charge underneath the machine.

Warning—evacuate the area.


[Moving.]

Jeremiel floored it. The REEK, Juggernauts hanging off of it, tearing pieces off of the hulk carved a swath in further: ramming spawn, and dumping grenades. Rotary fire stitched punched holes in walls and monstrosities.

A hunter-killer drone dropped in—sleek, fast, hungry, Jer could be heard laughing about “not learning the last time. The dorsal turret could no longer track but could still fire—BRRRP—and tore its belly open. The drone went careening into a wall.

Connel was walking in as he could feel the pull of the Dark Side grow stronger. It was funny, almost like someone out there thought they were drawing him into a trap. Connel’s steps grew heavier, his senses sharpened by the pull of the Dark Side. He knew the danger, yet he couldn’t resist its call. The trap, if it was one, seemed almost inviting—a challenge he was eager to face.

He was not simply breezing inward, he was already engaging his share of foes when the source dropped as if out of the sky.

Connel couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was something about the foe in front of him that seemed like he was almost nothing. Like he was nothing, less than. Could this really be the one who he was looking for?

[I have contact.]

[Give’em frell!]

Then the figure asked him if he was lost. He wanted to laugh.
Actually, I am. I’m looking for the central power… could you direct me to it?

TAGS • ARE • WIDE • OPEN • TO • ALL • Katarine Ryiah • Delsin Shaw​

 

[Lyrrin]

Objective II
Allies: Vera Noble
Foes: [Open]
Equipment [X]

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Lyrrin nudged the mining shuttle that he had secretly commandeered from a distant complex hours earlier, its design was indistinguishable but the flying pattern (had anyone noticed) was strange... given that the edge of the tower's roof was most definitely not suited for this vehicle. Its engines hummed a low sound that was steady aside from an occasional whoosh of the engines fighting against external forces.

"Hop out, don't slip and die or something." Lyrrin spoke then looked towards Vera Noble "If you do I'll have to come down after you, obviously I like not being a paste." he gave her a small reassuring grin. Though deep down he felt unsure about bringing Vera on such a mission. She had definitely grown since that Life Day all those years ago but Lyrrin still saw her as a little kid.

His blaster pistol was visible on his hip but his dart launcher was hidden away, a literal secret weapon. Turning from Vera he looked towards the controls and began to tie them in place with a semi-complex net of metal line. They wouldn't hold for long, as soon as Lyrrin would follow Vera out the controls would fight to regain neutral or pilot itself away. Either way Lyrrin & Vera would have to commit to their course of action sooner rather than later.

"Don't forget your medkit." he glanced over towards her with a sideways look, his feline eyes darting up and down as he checked to see if she was actually equipped.