Public [THP | TDC] Operation Reckoning

[Vyn Daldoure]

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

He felt the feed back of the impact through the handle of his own knife and quickly clocked the pivot in her step, yet he didn't back out immediately. The first thrust came, a side swipe with his own blade knocked it out of the way, the her sword passing close enough that he could feel the vibrations through his suit.

He'd been banking on her weapon being a lightsaber, the cortosis in his knife would've shorted it out, but somehow this worked out. It would become an economy. Conservation of energy and respect of the space, narrow corridor, room to go back or fourth. He recognized the sword had him beat on reach, but he wasn't complete chaos in motion. His opening swing had been a gauge. What might have seemed like brutality and sudden movements, were things he could process in normal time. Vyn figured she might rack up more of a debt playing his game.

As the second thrust came with her advancement Vyn took a step backwards, he'd matched her cadence and gait perfectly. The blade staying less than a hair breadth from him. Yet the simple nature of the thrusts told him an exchange wouldn't be good even given how fast he could move in and out of the fight. The scenario played in his mind for but a moment before he decided.

As she pulled her arm back to thrust again, he would step into the retraction of her arm. His right arm came back preparing to stab outwards, and within the same moment, he his left arm pulled back slightly, he was throwing a jab towards her face- Or he was. The instant he saw her sword begin the thrust, the synapses fired, the following movements went off in quick succession.

His torso snapped into a deadfall to the right, not the stagger of a man losing balance but the calculated drop of a predator springing a trap. The J.A.M.R caught him an inch from the ferrocrete, suspending him in a weightless hover that no natural fighter could mimic. Her blade pierced through where his chest had been a heartbeat before, carving nothing but vapor.

The same burst that saved him twisted his frame midair, shoulders rotating with animal speed and accuracy. From that zero-G drift his knife lunged outward, a single, surgical line towards her leg. No wasted motion, no theatrics for the sake of it, only a man who'd taken a fight from a two dimensional platform, to one that now had a third dimension. Up and down.

 

[Acier Moonbound]

Location: Sevacros II

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

Reina hadn't pulled Noodles clear like he'd shouted, she'd telekinetically grabbed the missile instead, throwing her weight into the Force alongside his. Then he felt it: the warhead twisting, buckling, its course breaking under the two of them. Not the move he'd called for, but a smart one all the same. Quick thinking. He gave her a sharp nod through clenched teeth, respect clear even as the strain gnawed at him.

The missile was blown apart by the tower's defenses, a rain of molten fragments hissing into the storm. Ace staggered a half step as the shockwave punched through him, stinging his cut cheek. His arm still trembled from the strain of holding the warhead back, lungs burning like he'd just sprinted a mile.

Tic scrambled back to his shoulder again, chirping sharp Binary warnings. Droids still pressed at the edges, scanners snapping through the dust,.

Noodles' voice cut through the storm, flat and urgent this time - asking for a way inside. He looked back just long enough to catch the glow of her screen, goggles lit pale in the grit. She was dug in, hands flying, but she was right - she wouldn't last out here, and they all knew it.

His blade hummed low, scattering sparks as he cut down the nearest droid that dared get close to him. Ace's gaze flicked to Reina, steady despite the storm's chaos. "We push together then. Noodles stays between us. Tower's the only way forward."

Ace exhaled hard, then surged forward. The Force guiding him amid the blinding spotlights. His lightsaber carved a line through the haze, each stroke batting droids aside as he drove toward the Overseer's looming doors. The Force tugged at his chest with every step - a warning, a promise. Whoever was waiting inside was already aware of them. Good.

The doors loomed through the grit, towering slabs of durasteel lit harsh by the spotlights above. Ace broke the last droid that lunged for him, blade punching clean through its chassis before he kicked it back into the storm. Sparks showered across the ground, mixing with the molten rain still falling from the shattered missile.

He slowed for just a breath, chest heaving, lightsaber burning steady in his grip. Tic's claws dug into his shoulder, photoreceptor flashing toward the massive entrance.

Ace planted his boots and drove his lightsaber forward. The blade bit into metal, carving across the door's surface as he dragged it down. Each pull rattled through his arms, the screech of molten steel drowning even the storm outside. He leaned into the cut, muscles tight, until sparks burst free and a glowing scar split the slab from top to bottom.

A final kick and the weakened plate tore inward with a scream. Ace stepped through first, shoulders square, blade raised into the dark.

Noodles | Reina Daival | Vakhari Lutris | Valaine Valentine | Viscountess Pandora​

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[Reina Daival]

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

Breathe. That was another thing that she was grateful for. She could still use her mouth and breathe now because of her change. Though she didn't get much time to relax as the molten fragments rained down upon the trio, as Reina threw herself over Noodles to stop her from getting covered in the stuff. Reina had her armour. Noodles didn't.

It was also now that Reina was finding herself grateful for the lessons that Drystan had given her around Enhance Attribute. To allow her to have it passively running through her system. It was allowing her to react faster, move swifter than she used to. It was the first time she had got to use in a combative situation. And she could see the effectiveness of it, even if it was only a slight enhancement compared to what she'd be able to do if she had her full focus on it.

"Noodles. Get up. You heard him. Move."

She could have just picked Noodles up and pushed her in the direction of Acier, but it was better to let her move herself. It allowed Reina to focus more on the defensive as her sword swung through the air, singing a song of metal against metal as she clashed against the droids. Breathe. Focus. Move. Three simple rules that she had to follow. Acier had the front dealt with, so it was up to Reina to keep their rear covered...and potentially the flanks. Acier pushed forward, Reina held the line.

The vibrosword was able to deal with the droids somewhat. The actual technical specifications of the blade was beyond Reina's understanding, she wasn't some kind of bladesmith, all she knew was that it could cut. Aim for the weak points and slash. More training that she had to thank for. Every day was a new lesson, and each lesson pushed Reina on the path she went down as she steadied herself, before throwing her hand forward, summoning the Force to her finger tips.

It wasn't an ability she had as much experience with. Reina knew she could use the Force to destroy the droids if she had been more experienced. Mechu-Deru was something she had used plenty of times when she had her prosthesis leg...but Mechu Macture? That was a different beast. She'd just have to coalesce the Force into the tips of her fingers and then...release! A sudden crackling of energy would dart from Reina's fingers towards the droids, as a beam of ionized energy fuelled by the Force leapt between a handful of the droids. It wasn't enough to destroy them, but it'd disable them for a few more moments to give Acier the moments he needed to open the door.

"...Heh. I like the look of that."

It helped that Reina had a hatred for droids in the first place. But there was some satisfying about being able to see a visible representation of the Force unleashed from her finger tips. Plus hey, purple was always a better colour than the typical blue of Lightning that she had Serina show off a few times. Either way, she stepped through the opening that Acier made, ensuring that Noodles were still safe before bringing her focus back ahead of herself.

Spoiler: OOC Notes

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

 

[Delsin Shaw]

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

Directions to the central power? So this individual has a sense of humor that was, quite honestly, similar to my own. A light chuckle escaped my lips as I let the blade spin along side my form. The flat of it breaking the air with soft whops before being brought to a stop. The point pushed to the floor, and leaning on it forward. Head tilt.

"Oh I would if I knew where it was."

He could hear the smile on my voice. A slightly higher pitch to play with him. As if I were oh so innocent of all that I had ever done before. That even standing here in armor and the white mask in the darkness was just a coincidence. When it was clearly not.

"Do you work here? Doesn't look like it."

Snide remarks galore. Standing up straight, my toe kicked the blade softly to bring it back up into my hand. Then holding it out and aloft directed at him across the distance. Pointing, accusing him.

"Lets cut to the chase. I'm gonna ask you to leave, you are gonna say something about needing to shut it down for prosperity of other lives, blah blah."

I brought the sword into a two handed grip, hands low to be bringing it towards the center. Yet blade angled enough to be pointed up but towards him.

"Lets see how you move."

In a flash, I crossed the distance. Sword coming in quickly to lance through his center mass.

 

[Qyssiyana]

Location: Crucible Ridge Refinery, Eviscerant Yards - Sevarcos II
Thread Objective: Break the Chain
Mission Objective: Delay, distract, and/or eliminate the saboteurs.
Tag: Everest Vale Jane

Qyssiyana pressed forward, while maintaining a careful distance behind the two Jedi as they moved into the shadow of the refinery. However, with the Jedi occupying the shadows, she was forced to divert from their path to avoid exposure. She glided back into proximity just as they finished dispatching the last security droid, before closing in on their left flank like a phantom taking shape.

She quickly decided that now was the time to make her play.

Pupils dilating in concentration, Qyssiyana placed a hand on her temple as her Mnemosyne Core ignited with furious activity. A localized, directional burst of invisible neuroelectric influence calibrated to disrupt the hippocampus and prefrontal cortex of the taller, white-haired Jedi surged forth, intended to cause her short-term memory to lose its cohesion. If it struck true, the Jedi would likely find herself thrust into a disorienting void, her perception leaping backward as if more than six seconds of time had been stolen away, potentially returning her awareness to the moment just before she had warned her Padawan.

For the girl, Qyssiyana had a different technique in mind.

Leveraging her trineural awareness, her electroreception swiftly mapped the Padawan’s unique neuroelectric signature even as she assailed the master’s mind. A pleased subvocal hum resonated within her. The girl was not a droid, and Qyssiyana sensed no telltale signs of neurocybernetic augmentation. Her neurobiology, at least, was beautifully, vulnerably organic.

A canvas awaiting her brush.

Scanning the symphony of the girl’s bioelectric signature, Qyssiyana honed in on the rhythmic firing of motor neuron pools in the spinal cord, along with their downstream projections to muscle groups. Her triocular gaze narrowed as she isolated their unique frequencies, quickly distinguishing them from sensory and cortical rhythms. Once she was phase-locked, she attempted to inject neuroelectric pulses tuned to the sodium-potassium ion channels at the neuromuscular junctions.

Should the pulses take hold as Qyssiyana intended, they would hyperpolarize the motor neuron terminals, threatening to cage the Padawan’s will within the prison of her own paralyzed body!

Spoiler: Loadout

• Nullsong Veil
  
  • Arms
    
    • Modular Forearm Attachment Point (2)
      
      • FAE/M-02 Energized Forearm Vibroblade Mk. II - L
      • Repulsorlift Shockwave Projector - R
• Moonpetal Rings (4)
• Nox M-10 “Wraith”
• FAE/MDE-01-S2 Semiautonomous Seeker Thermal Explosive (2)
• Infrared Smoke Grenade (2)

 

[Mykel Dawson]

Objective 1

While sting of schism still remained fresh, Mykel rose above his personal gripes with the Hidden as an ally for the common good. As the integrity of the Galactic Alliance buckled under rows of instability, drug trafficking had grown rampant, entire worlds plagued by an epidemic that hastened the federation's unraveling. Drug peddlers were the absolute dregs of society, their true business in the transaction of misery and suffering, so naturally the Sith would be at the reigns of such a vile operation.

Now it came at an end, a crucial engine of the Sith war machine flattened in the process.

After a rocky shuttle ride through violent storms and withering AA fire, Mykel somehow made it to the facility in one piece, attached to the strike team led by Master Valery Noble . Just before the bay doors opened, he held up his lightsaber, obsidian armor cast in a faint sheen of azure as his lightwhip flared to life in saber mode. The shuttle shuddered as its shields absorbed the impact of enemy projectiles, answering fire with its own staccato of blaster cannons.

Mykel was met with the hellish visage of Eviscerant Yards as the bay doors finally swung down, metal spires and belching smokestacks carving a jagged silhouette into the crimson sky. A foul haze hung over the complex, borne of harsh chemical vapors that would have likely burned his lungs if not for his armor's embedded life support system.

In the Force, the whole complex thrummed with violent chords strung from the collective agony of its enslaved labor and the corrupted aura of their dark masters.

He imagined through survey alone, he would uncover a one new horror upon another, but now preternatural senses screamed for action in the face of the enemy.

Ahead

A blistering hail of crimson bolts rained before his shuttle as he disgorged, spat out by heavy repeater manned by mercenaries entrenched within a gun nest at the far end of the catwalk. He surged forward, his blade scything in wide interconnected arcs deflecting the incoming stream of blaster fire back to sender. The whine of the repeater quickly died with the last breath its fallen operators.

Below

A gnarled arm of a sithspawn shot up from under the edge of the catwalk, clawing at his lead foot just as he rushed past. Shifting his inertia, he catapulted himself into the air to avoid its clutches, angling his blade downward during his initial rotation to cleave through the arm as he tumbled forward. Shrieking in pain, the dismembered sithspawn lost its footing and fell back towards the depths which it came. Mykel landed back on the catwalk, shakily skidding far across the metal platforms as his body still carried the momentum of Force Speed.

That sithspawn may have been dispatched, but he could feel that it was not alone, more scaling up the catwalk to swarm the landing zone.

Above

A Hunter Killer drone screamed overhead, raking his position with blaster fire as it dove into a gun run. Still stationary, he crouched into defensive position, swatting away the bolts. After it overshot the catwalk, he thrust up his off hand, purple sparks flashing around gloved fingers before he unleashed an arc of energy skyward. The drone began to jerk erratically as the particle stream hit home, its chassis outlined in an ultraviolet glare of ionic discharge.

In its basic form, mecha macture simply damaged electronics by overloading their systems like an EMP. However, through experimentation the technopath had learned he could do so much more with the technique, binding instruction to the outgoing particles. Overwriting code to the metal as internal hardware was transfigured by his will made manifest.

The drone soon leveled out as it had been infused with new purpose: to protect.

When it came down around for another run, its weapons were now trained on the clambering sithspawn, strafing from side to side with is repulsors during the culling.

Mykel rose, catching his breath during the momentary lull. The landing head for his sector had been established, but the fight was far from over.

He was moving again, charging onward to overcome the next leg of this brutal gauntlet.

 

[Noodles]

Outfit: bomber jacket, layered skirt + leggings, boots
Equipment: portable slicer rig, satchel of wires & snacks, HUD goggles, headphones
Companion: 404
Tag: Acier Moonbound Reina Daival Vakhari Lutris Valaine Valentine Viscountess Pandora

Reina's shadow fell over her and Noodles squealed, teeth gritted, eyes squeezed shut as the rain of molten debris hissed down. The armour took the brunt, Noodles just felt the heat, the shock, her whole body wound tight until it passed. She scrambled up quick, rig clutched to her chest, words tumbling out in a rush.

"Don't gotta tell me twice, Red!" Her legs were already pumping, boots skidding as she chased Ace's back through the grit.

The Nest folded in tight against her, compact enough to run with. She kept the link live, implants buzzing in her temple, Vakhari's voice still in her head like a ghost. She rolled her eyes, ducking behind cover.

"Two secs, guys."

Screen up. Fingers blurred.

"You stink."

She jabbed the command through, thumb slapping the execute. The connection flushed, the invasive presence kicked hard out of her system. No time to gloat — she folded it down again, heart thumping, and bolted after the others.

Reina's hand lit, purple ion bolts sparking through droids. Noodles blinked at the sight, half-awed, half-horrified.

"Damn. Remind me not to introduce you to Four, Red."

She ducked past the wreckage and kept moving. The tower loomed. Bigger, darker up close, Ace's blade carving fire through the doors. Noodles wheezed out a laugh, nerves on edge.

"If I die out here, delete my browsin' history, yea?"

Metal screamed as Ace kicked the slab down. She shuffled after them, hugging the wall, trying to stay as small as possible.

"Front door, eh? Aight, if we must."

Inside was worse — dark, humming and hostile. She skirted along the wall until she spotted a maintenance console tucked in the shadow of piping. Perfect. The Nest clattered open on the console's ledge, cables snapping into the ports. Her own jack still fed in at her temple, a direct loop from her brain to her rig. She paused long enough to triple check the encryption this time — muttering at herself, "Stupid. Should've locked it down from the start..."

To Vakhari, the fresh encryption snapped into place like a shifting maze. The ports she reached for split and multiplied into decoys, each one looping her back into junk code or false data trails. The keys themselves spun and re-spun in rapid cycles, never the same twice, like teeth in a lock rearranging every few seconds. On top of it all, Noodles masked her actual signature beneath the chatter of a basic droid charge routine — on the surface, she looked like nothing more than a maintenance unit plugged into the wall.

Then she dug in. Fingers ran across the keys, her HUD filling with walls of code. This time it wasn't some remote ping. This was the tower's heart. The first wall cracked, data streams spilling through like light under a door. Her lips curled, breath tight with focus.

"Gon' getcha, stinky," she muttered, digging deeper.

 

[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

Yeah, I’ll bet you would…

He wanted to be snarky, he wanted to make some remark. Right now though, there was something pulling him. Something just putting Connel in a different mindset. He just didn’t care about the “man’s” opinion, thoughts or plans. He just put his weapons away and stood there. Clearly the Darksider was trying to stall, trying to distract. It was okay, so was he. Thus the frontal assault from a team of operators known for stealth.

Then came the ridiculous posturing and talking about “cutting to the chase” after more snide remarks. Connel didn’t move. He didn’t have the patience for this. Something happened in him, something that was filling his resolve with strength in a manner to which he had not even thought of in the past. This was a feeling his father had spoken of in the past. A feeling that he needed to keep himself aware of.

Then move me…

Okay, that was a funny coincidence. He was not expecting this armored Sith to theorize how he moved afterwards. The weapon, a sword drawn on him, the charge. None of it made Connel even flinch, he just stood there, waiting, hands down at his side. He was indeed waiting for something.

What?

He was waiting for that one moment where his opponent was fully committed to his move, where he could not feign. It was a “Soresu” tactic. At that last possible moment, using the Force to assist in his speed, Connel grasped “Night and Day”, his Shortsabersand ignited them in an “X”, enough to push the blade to his foe’s “right” as Connel shifted to his right and sidestepped the Sith, letting him run right by.

Repositioning himself quickly, holding both weapons in a reverse “Shien” grip, he stood, waiting.

A “sidestep” is not moving.

Okay, he could still throw a snide remark.

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

 

[Viscountess Pandora]

Equipment- Red Lightwhip ,Cortosis Vibroblade

Tags - (Allies) Valaine Valentine Vakhari Lutris

(Enemies) Reina Daival Acier Moonbound Noodles

Before Pandora could respond to Valaine something popped up on her cybernetic systems. Her red eyes shifting through the code for a moment, before then narrowing. Especially when she heard the voice of Vakhari coming through her comms.

"The offered packet should give you what you are after, I'm sure the mistress would love more minds to corrupt."

It was such a passive aggressive tone with that bloodthristy wretched creature. Pandora still had not forgiven Vakhari for what she did on Malachor. Brazenly walking in ruining her plan. Pandora adapted yes and Qyssiyana was extremely helpful in that regard. But still Pandora held grudges. Even more annoying was the fact that Vakhari was dealing with the technology side of the defense. Something that Pandora is also well versed in. Pandora glanced once more at the data packet. Could she really put aside her grudges for the defense of the Mistress's holdings?

More bright green flickered within Pandora, trying to overtake the red. Hints of purple too. Pandora closed her eyes as she then scanned the packet for viruses. None detected. Pandora didn't respond to Vakhari, but she could tell that Pandora accepted the data packet. As her sensors processed the update, she turned to Valaine "Unless that droid is going to fight, you should put it down." she replied

Then Pandora looked up, now that her data packet downloaded completely. The enemy was cutting through the door that led to their hallway. Pandora thought quickly, grabbing Valaine Valentine , running them to the door. "Stay here and look innocent. Useless even. This isn't personal, but we need to catch them off guard."

Pandora then leaped up to hide herself in between two pillars, the red glow of her cybernetics being turned down. Hopefully Valaine would play dumb.
Once the hole was made and both Reina Daival and Acier Moonbound stepped through, Pandora reached out with the Force. Above the two, was an obisidan colored spiked chandelier. A decoration that the Mistress liked. So Pandora snapped the chains holding it, hoping to send it down ontop of the enemies. And hopefully not hit Valaine.

 

[Iskera Valest]

The shift was too fast, too alien—one moment a man, the next a body suspended in a geometry that made no sense in such close quarters. Iskera adjusted too late. Steel kissed into her thigh, sharp and clean, her muscles tightening instinctively against the intrusion. Pain flared, bright as phosphorus, but her stance did not collapse. She folded it into her rhythm, the way an accountant folds loss into a ledger.

Her blade snapped into a parry line, instinct honed on narrow margins. A fencing bind, steel intercepting motion, redirecting with economy. She stepped off-line, one heel scraping against ferrocrete to shift the angle of the corridor itself, narrowing his options back down to two.

Her sword returned not with a slash but a thrust, direct and needle-sharp, aiming through the line his body carved in midair. The hum of the vibroblade buzzed against her wrist, each advance punctuated by the hiss of breath through her mask.

She bled, yes, but she did not slow. The wound only forced her tighter, sharper, more precise. In this space, every centimeter mattered. She would write the duel in fractions, and in fractions carve her opponent down.

Vyn Daldoure

 

[Drystan Creed]

Eviscerant Yards

During his light stroll amidst the chaos, Drystan found himself a lead—a promise of something that might finally pique his interest.

While relatively quiet compared to the surrounding uproar of the facility, he couldn't help but notice a subtle trail of devices arranged in a path-like pattern. Explosives, by the look of them. A quick glance was enough to judge their intent. He rubbed his chin in thought, a faint smile curling at what such a discovery might entail.

He could have spent time trying to disarm them, but that would detract from his hunt. Instead, he tapped into the facility comms and muttered,

"There's a rat infestation at my location. I'd advise sending a disposal unit. I'll be on extermination duty."

He cut the comms without waiting for a reply, already following the trail.

He made no effort to hide his approach—the clatter of his boots echoed down the metal halls as he whistled a tune. There was no reason to stay hidden, no need to obscure his presence from his quarry. Instead, he stayed loud, an open challenge.

The modern hunter, when seeking his prey, relied on technology to track it: sensors, enhanced vision, and scanners to sharpen the eye.

And while Drystan had access to such tools, he chose not to rely on them. Even the Force, he kept as a last resort.

Instead, he trusted his body. His instincts.

His eyes scanned for the faintest movement at the periphery, noting the way shadows bent with the dim flicker of lights. His ears parsed the chaos in layers, isolating the rhythm of footfalls on grating from the distant hum of machinery. The air pressure shifted ever so slightly as he advanced, the subtle push and pull brushing against his skin—a sign of a nearby presence displacing air.

Even his sense of smell played its part, picking up the faint ozone tang of primed detonators and the faint scent of the unfamiliar that lingered around the corners.

He hunted as predators once did: through intuition honed to precision.

A machine could track. But only the living could stalk.

"It's just me. I'm sure you can sense there's nobody else here but us."

An attempt to draw them in—perhaps if he feigned weakness, whoever lurked within these walls would grow confident enough to exploit his farce.

Ines Pen-Ar-Lan Calyx Sundrift

 

[Kito]

//: Darth Virelia //:

The room came alive with the glow of violet lightning snaring the air. Kito watched as the electric currents closed in on her, every spark threatening to burn through her. She clenched her teeth, ochre eyes narrowing into slits as she adjusted her stance.

Her eyes flickered to the armor, the runes burned brighter, and the sight sent a ripple of unease through the Shaper's chest. This wasn't just lightning; it was something darker, the Sith's will realized. Her hands tightened on the Odachi; she could feel the current crawling along its spine, singing against the fire she had bled into the blade. It wasn't pain, it was a violation. Someone else's will is brushing too close to her purpose.

Air hissed from between her teeth as flames began to flicker, growing bold as she continued to breathe.

She didn't retreat; she never did.

Kito had been called gluttonous, reckless — but fire was not just hunger. It was life. It was renewal. It was hers. If this Sith wanted to weave discipline into the storm, Kito would burn through it.

With a sharp twist of her wrists, she spun the Odachi in a tight arc, flames roaring along its curve. Where lightning sought to cling, fire surged hotter, brighter in a defiant blaze that ate at the violet arcs. Sparks collided with embers, screaming as they met. The heat is forcing the current to splinter away.

"Discipline?" Kito quipped, her voice steady despite the storm biting at her skin. "Fire teaches discipline; touch carelessly, and it destroys you." Her little crooked grin widened, "Respect it and it warms, it guides."

Her heel slid back against the scorched floor, pivoting her body low as the lattice of lighting snapped towards her. Kito answered with her own shaping - she inhaled deeply, chest expanding as the air she breathed in hissed against her teeth. The oxygen burned on her tongue, flickering at the corner of her mouth.

The fire spilled not just from her lips but from every pore, a wild bloom that devoured the lattice of lightning. The chamber rang with the scream of clashing elements — ozone burning, glass shrieking as it melted, air warped with heat. Lightning bent, broke, and split wide, and Kito seized the opening without hesitation.

She slid in low, Odachi blazing white-hot, the arc cutting for the shifting seams where armor gave way to breath. Her other hand unfurled a whip of fire, cracking it across Virelia's lightning-wrapped arm — not to meet it, but to wrench, to twist, to ruin the Mistress's rhythm.

Kito's voice tore out raw and unyielding, ember eyes alight with stubborn flame. She burned with a fire that would never be tamed.

"You think fire is gluttony? Then burn with me — until one of us is ash!"

Kito could feel her heart thundering against her chest. The violet eyes, the voice of a siren, and the unnerving intimacy of being called little flame. All of it twisted against her mind more than she'd ever admit.

This Mistress was something more than just another Sith to cut down. She was something heavier and far more dangerous.

But Kito had things to fight for, and she had the fire in her chest that no lightning could ever break.

If Virelia wanted to play at inevitability, Kito would burn herself down before she let her win.

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//: Shego Striga //: Kamon Vondiranach //:​

 

[Kamon Vondiranach]

The blade intended to end her contacted a… thing that appeared from behind her. The metal and blade kissing made a hissing noise, but it resisted the blade entirely. These days, this was not an uncommon occurrence. People had their hands on a lot of things that could stop a lightsaber. They used it because it made them feel safe; superior even. What it really did was breed complacency and a lack of dedication to skill development.

These tendrils had strength to them, and they hoisted her above, his eyes shifting to follow the movement, though he didn’t otherwise move. No shift in his body, no change of stance, just eyes drifting to regard her. She spoke about him wanting to be a hero, and that he could die like one, but there was so much she didn’t know, like the fact he couldn’t die by her hand no matter how hard she tried to kill him. She could cut him into a thousand pieces and he would return to wholeness after a time. The curse of the Hinata blood that rolled through his veins, a curse placed on him and his immediate cousins long ago.

The tendrils had blades on them, blades that could rend and tear, cause damage just as easily as a lightsaber could. They came at him and in a second, his second blade was also in his hand and active, both white blades parrying the incoming strikes. Still his eyes didn’t leave her. They did not need to. His trust of the Force was absolute. It’s ability to guide him in such a manner as to keep him from getting harmed was indefeatable. He didn’t even have to move from the position in which he stood. If she was smart, she’d recognize this, and she’d realize that the person she was facing wasn’t someone she could huff and puff at.

On the contrary: she was facing a monster. A light side monster.

She said he couldn’t hand wave this away, but he had no intention of it. Killing was his intention. The absolute end of the being with the metal tendrils. He didn’t care who they were. He didn’t care their story, or if they had a family, or why they ended up as what they were. He only cared that they died. Literally nothing else mattered to him.

And when she prepared a strike she believed to be final, he wasn’t bothered by it. She could wrap around his legs, attack his torso. The blades even managed to sear across his chest leaving bloody wounds through the white robes as he twisted to avoid being impaled. There was still not even a flinch from him as he stared at her, waiting patiently for that very moment to uncoil the spring that had been carefully hidden inside of him. She thought she had his legs? She didn’t. She thought she would win because of some toy? She couldn’t. She underestimated while he learned.

With little notice, a finger shifted, just slightly, and pointed directly at her. She might try and shift him off balance, but he was rooted to the floor with the Force. That finger, harnessing the full weight of the coil within him, drew upon the Force in a manner similar to what a Sith might do when creating Darkshear. The difference was he did not command the Force to do it, but merely incorporated his will and desires into that of the Force itself, allowing the Light to flow through him, and out of his finger. While Darkshear was invisible, this was not. Pure light with both kinetic and light energy, flew from his finger at her chest.
Spark of the Lightside. An ability he learned nearly a thousand years ago from a Rogue Grandmaster named Gash Jiren. Few knew it now. Few knew it was possible. But Kamon knew. And he knew just as well that it could kill in an instant.

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

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

 

[Valery Noble]

Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

The storm howled around the refinery's broken walls as Valery pressed deeper into the service corridors, the scent of spice dust sharp against the back of her throat. Her mind still burned with the image of the Jedi who had fallen, his chest torn apart in a way no blaster could have managed. A slug had torn him apart, and that meant trouble.

She slowed her pace, orange eyes glowing faintly in the dark. The Force warned her of danger ahead, a razor thread of intent that never wavered. He was waiting for her, ready to take her down the same exact way. Every part of her told her the crosshairs would already be fixed on her approach.

So she gave him what he wanted.

Her steps carried her toward the opening, exactly where his sights would expect her to be. The glow of her saber cut faintly against the shadows, her presence clear and impossible to miss. And then, at the instant the surge of danger spiked through her, her body shimmered. If he were to take his shot, Valery's body would phase, leaving her intangible for just the split second she needed to not be torn apart — an old trick she had long mastered since her days of being a Jedi Shadow.

The moment she solidified again, her arm snapped back, and one of her sabers tore free from her hand. Violet light spun through the narrow hall in a deadly arc, aimed to cut across where he was standing. Her other blade ignited in her grip, ready for the clash to follow.

Lysander von Ascania ​

 

[Vera Noble]

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Tag: Lyrrin

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Vera leaned forward in her seat as the shuttle hummed its way closer to the tower, her multi-colored eyes glinting with excitement. She looked over at Lyrrin, a grin already spreading across her face. This was going to be great. She had heard the stories from her Mother about their cooperation in the past. Like how they got the Wayfinder that helped lead the way to Exegol.

Now, she had her chance to work with him.

Vera adjusted the strap of her satchel, patting the side where her kit was tucked in place. "I've got the medkit, don't worry. But I barely need it. I can heal with the Force, so I'll keep you patched up if you decide to do something reckless." Her grin tugged a little wider, in a way that was unmistakably her mother's, the kind Lyrrin had no doubt seen plenty of times before.

She shifted toward the hatch, and looked at him with an eager expression, "Alright, Uncle Lyrrin," she teased, voice light, "You ready?"

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[Lysander von Ascania]

Objective I: Break the Chain
Leidimas Sith Plate
KA-10 Requiem | Lightsaber
Tag: Valery Noble
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Lysander was almost like a statue in the half light, balanced, the rifle snug in the pocket of his shoulder once more. His trigger finger rested in that sweet space between patience and violence. He heard the thrum of machinery, his senses stretching outward, waiting for that familiar trace from earlier, needing nothing more than a whisper to know his target had arrived.

But all around the building, it was crowded with life, motion, each signature bleeding into the next, which at times masked the one he sought.

Spice burned in his bloodstream now, forcing him to fight with more than just training and instinct.

Then there was something at the edge of his vision, a shadow that didn’t belong. The crosshairs landed as soon as the Jedi came into view, and the trigger was squeezed, another clean break of the shot, the slug’s impact believed to be imminent. But the sound that returned was wrong.. there was no cry, no thud, only the thunderous crack of something being struck far beyond.

The Force signature he’d been tracking was still there, but her body had simply.. slipped out of reality. But the danger itself, spiked, closer now. A violet glow spun towards him, and Lysander’s instinct took over. He pivoted hard, the motion dragging his rifle’s barrel across the line of fire.The saber kissed the layer of phrik and sparks flew. While it didn’t cut, the force of the blow jarred the weapon from his grip, sending it across the floor.

His jaw tightened from irritation, and he released the helm from his grasp, hand reaching down to seize the curved hilt. It ignited with a defiant snap-hiss. The crimson glow complimented the dim lighting of their surroundings.

With no time to retreat and create more space, no chance to turn debris into a tactical advantage, he embraced the only option he had. Spice now fueled him like wildfire, anger rippling across his nerves, and he allowed his second hand to find the hilt. True to Djem So, he stepped forward and swung his blade down in a cruel arc, a strike not meant to test the woman, but to kill her outright.

 

[Katarine Ryiah]

Tags: Michael Angellus

Banking left!

Automatically one of her hands slipped off the gun and curled around the dog in her lap, holding him in place as the ship banked. She couldn't bother holding onto the droid though because the movement put the ships right in her targets and she had to act. She followed the ships with the guns, and as some of her blasts hit the target Buster let out a triumph bark. She pet him, but grinned, also happy.

She could hear the droid arguing with Michael and shook her head. Connel was going to thump that droid, that is if she didn't get to it first.

She pulled the safety strap she was wearing looser, and fixed it around Buster too. He didn't seem particularly thrilled about it, but he sat like a good boy. She just wanted to make sure no harm came to him. This seemed to annoy the droid because he made a snarky remark and Kat rolled her eyes.

"Quiet tin man! Or i'm going to tell him to sick you!"

 

[Darth Virelia]

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

Equipment - Tyrant's Embrace

The whip cracked, searing across her vambrace. Violet arcs stuttered, broken in their rhythm, as the Odachi's white-hot edge bit into a seam of the Tyrant's Embrace. Plates shifted under the blow, a hiss of pressure escaping as though the armor itself exhaled in protest. Heat scorched against her ribs, and for the first time in a while, Darth Virelia felt the bite of a weapon where her second skin did not wholly shield her.

Her laughter came ragged, breathless, a low ripple that turned pain into pleasure.

"Yes… you bleed me. And in return, I will bleed you."

She drew upon the Chamber of the Second Will. Deep in her spine, the binding pulsed, the imprisoned consciousness stirring like a chained beast. Its whispers joined her own, twining thought with thought, a second current of malice pouring into her veins. With two minds she seized the air, stretching her hand outward as if to part silk. The Force bent. Momentum thickened. The world itself slowed. The little flame's motions dragged as though through honey, her strike suspended in a frame of inevitability.

At the same time, Virelia's gauntlet twisted, talons curling into a beckon. From the storm of Kito's shaping, she plucked stray embers, seizing them with her will. Fire was not destroyed—it was reclaimed. The Sovereign Flame blazed to life around her, devouring Kito's bloom of heat and vomiting it back in a darker hue. What Virelia called Shadowflame, violet-black and serpentine, uncoiled into the chamber, semi-sentient tongues of fire writhing like hungry familiars.

They slithered toward the Shaper, answering Virelia's whispered command.

"Burn with me, little flame. Burn until you learn whose fire you truly are."

Her six violet eyes glowed through the smoke, sovereign and unrelenting, as the storm of fire and shadow became her dominion.

 

[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 Kyber

Zaiya felt the shift before she saw it. A ripple of the Force in warning as it went sliding across her senses. Her glow gave a soft pulse, the colors flickering in alarm just as the cloaking veil around Kyber tore open and the hum of sabers filled the air.

The Lovalla Padawan's eyes widened at the sight of the blades streaking toward the freed prisoners.

No! Not them. Not now!

With a sharp breath she reached for the Force, pulling it into herself until it thrummed hot through her veins. She thrust her arms out, one hand flaring wide toward the captives, the other snapping up to meet the saber flying straight at her.

A barrier of light shimmered into being, her glow exploding in radiant gold that caught the incoming blade just before it reached her chest. The impact jolted through her body, but she held fast, teeth gritted. Behind her, the Force flared outward in a broad wave, a protective wall shielding the freed slaves as the other sabers struck.

"Run!" she called over her shoulder in an urgent shout.

Her glow deepened, fierce blues and molten gold swirling across her skin as she set her feet, grounding herself in the fight. She locked her focus on the enemy now revealed, this twisted thing that dared to prey on the fragile hope she had just sparked.

"You will not have them," Zaiya uttered in a determined tone as she pushed back with the Force, ready to meet the next strike.

 

[Valaine Valentine]

Tags - Vakhari Lutris Noodles Acier Moonbound Reina Daival Viscountess Pandora

"Unless that droid is going to fight, you should put it down."

"No way, I'm not putting it down, it can totally fight I think." commented Valaine in response to Pandora, mostly unaware to what she was doing as she watched the Logikosa look up to start parsing the information she had just downloaded. Of course, Valaine didn't know that, she thought she might just be glitching out or something. "Uh- Pandora?" she asked before, without much warning, she was suddenly grabbed and pulled along with her.

The Sangnir soon found herself, rather unwillingly, before the door that was being breached. She was still clutching the droid in her arms as she looked towards it, and then turned to Pandora as she listened to her plan.

"Stay here and look innocent. Useless even. This isn't personal, but we need to catch them off guard."

Valaine was certain she was awful at playing the innocent role, the useless role, she was very clearly an extremely capable member of the Dark Court after all. She glanced up as Pandora sought her hidden point in which to ambush from and so Valaine just looked back towards the door the moment it was breached. She saw those that stepped through, and for all intents Valaine looked rather unprepared holding the droid in her arms, not even with her saber drawn yet.

Then she noticed one of the individuals that she recognized, her tired eyes squinting as she gave a light tilt of her head. "Huh...? Reina...?" came her confused voice with a rather dumbfounded look, just mere seconds before the chandelier suddenly crashed into the ground right in front of her, kicking up dust and debris as she let out a yelp of surprise and staggered back. She was entirely unsuspecting of what Pandora had been planning, but thankfully it didn't land on her. That being said... There was something very clear she had to state before things went from bad to worse, and looking up at Pandora Valaine called out; "Panda, leave the redhead to me!"