Public [THP | TDC] Operation Reckoning

[Acier Moonbound]

Location: Sevacros II

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

Darkness pressed in close, thick with the hum of generators The shift was jarring, from chaos and grit outside to a silence that felt almost staged. His lightsaber's glow cut a narrow swath ahead, steam curling in its blue light.

It wasn't long before he spotted her. A girl stood in the haze just past the breach, pale eyes tired, a droid cradled to her chest like a child clutching a toy. She looked unarmed, unready, even confused as her gaze flicked past him. She knew Reina.

Ace slowed, eyes cutting toward Reina, then back to the figure. Recognition between them wasn't a good sign. Every nerve in him screamed, it wasn't the Force but pure survival instinct. She was too calm, too exposed, in the one place he expected resistence. His gut knotted hard.

Then Tic shrilled sharp against his collar. Ace's head snapped up just as the chains above screamed.

"Move!"

Ace dove as the chandelier came down, obsidian spikes tearing into the floor where he'd stood. The impact thundered through the chamber. He rolled, came up on a knee, lightsaber angled into guard, chest hammering as shards clattered across the steel.

The air thickened. Something else was here, not the girl in front of them. It was a weight coiled above, sharp and predatory, presence pressing on him like a hand at his chest. Whoever had dropped that chandelier hadn't shown their face yet, but he could feel them watching. Then the girl's voice broke sharp, aimed into the rafters.

"Panda, leave the redhead to me!"

Ace's eyes snapped up. There it was, the missing piece. He didn't need the Force to tell him what she'd just given away. There was someone else here. His free hand thrust out, raw power surging with it. The air buckled as a telekinetic push blasted toward the rafters, dust and debris scattering wide.

Seemed Reina's dance partner had alread been picked, which left him with whoever was above.

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

 

[Reina Daival]

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

Almost as soon as the Force blared in Reina's mind as a warning, she reached out her hand to grab Noodles' shoulder and throw her off to the side for protection, away from the falling Chandlier, with Reina throwing her arm up to protect herself from the flying bits of metal shrapnel. Her frustration and anger still running strong, but with her using it to her advantage. Yet all of that came to a screeching halt as she heard Her.
​

"Huh...? Reina...?"​

She had froze. Her eyes darting up to look at the somewhat familiar face ahead of herself. And at that moment, all of the frustration and anger that was on Reina's face, the pain and the stress she had been feeling as she had pushed herself through droids and lightning evaporated. The only expression left on her face being that of...disappointment. There was no anger. No wrath. No hatred directed towards Valaine's direction. There wasn't even any amount of surprise flickering in Reina's eyes. No. It was just pure and simple...disappointment.
It should have been expected. Everytime Reina came across a new stranger who seemed like a good friend. Every time she came across a stranger who she had thought looked nice. It always found a way to stab her in her heart.
​

.there's someone I met whilst I was fishing. Though she's a bit more...dangerous."​

She had been right. Valaine was dangerous. So very dangerous. How much of what she had shown to Reina had been real? If she had been working for Serina, the entire thing could be a lie. It could have been Valaine had been sent to get close to Reina. Her hand curled around the hilt of her blade, as it had seemed like time had slowed down for her.

Everything felt heavy and numb. Her hands had lost all feeling to them as she tried to figure out what to do. Reina knew she couldn't put her all into a fight like this. She couldn't fight Valaine with hostile intent. The intent to kill. None of it was there. But her eyes darted over towards Acier for a moment. There was a part of Reina that felt as if she didn't move, Acier would. There was someone else here, on Valaine's side. But if Reina didn't take on the visible threat, she felt as if Acier would.

"...She's mine. Don't get involved."

It felt wrong. To use her voice to give some form of command. It more than likely wouldn't work properly on Acier. He wasn't weak-willed. And Reina hadn't put in any kind of subtle work to it. It was just a simple command, though one that Reina hadn't held back her Ersansyr song from.

And so as Acier sent out his Force Push to the roof, letting dust and debris fall around them, Reina made her way over towards Valaine, her sword held out towards the side. Reina had been trained to only ever point it towards something she intended to harm. To kill. She didn't want to do any of that to Valaine. But she would fight to protect.

"...It's your move."

Spoiler: OOC Notes

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

 

[Vakhari Lutris]

Tags: Valaine Valentine Acier Moonbound Reina Daival Noodles

The connection was cut, no casual chatter then? And the gaul... She didn't stink at all! Oh wait it was just an insult, not some strange observation...

However, as they rushed into the building, she could hear the yelling already starting to happen. Her presence lurking with Valaine would pick up on the shift in the air, the swarm of little emoticons had been cleared... Yet her worries over something that wasn't her task ate away at her.​

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.

Her tight-knit guard on the systems faded for a moment as her connection with Valaine helped stop any chunks from hitting the Sangnir, stray bits of crystal and or metal got tossed aside by some unseen force.
​

"Gon' getcha, stinky,"

Realizing that she messed up, the girl swiftly returns to the feeds. Seeing a whole mess of data that had just been placed on her doorstep, she would have to sort herself out later... For now she needed to deal with this mess.

While she was dealing with half of the spam, Vakhari reroutes the other half intentionally so that no matter what the mess of code was now both in the way of her, but also in the way of Noodles just as the rival slicer got through that first wall.

Being this close, Vakhari was practically breathing inside of the wire, with Noodles feeling watched yet again. This time however the gaze was far more sinister, a longing and violent stare from something unknown.




​

 

[Noodles]

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

The presence pressed in again, closer, heavy. It crawled across her skin even though she knew it was just in the wire. Noodles trembled, breath catching in her throat. For a second she almost yanked the jack out.

Then she sucked in a long, noisy breath through her teeth and shoved it out just as hard.

"Dramatic much?"

Her fingers slammed down harder. She tapped the side of her goggles, fed more juice from her implants, and let herself sink into the stream. The code noise rattled around her, junk rerouted back at her in messy waves. She grit her teeth and brute-forced through it, hammering until a wall cracked and gave.

Light spilled into her HUD — not the core, not yet, but enough. A chunk of the tower’s local defence grid flickered, then died. Some of the outside turrets went dark, smoke trails cutting off. Allies out there just got a breather.

It wasn’t clean. It felt like pushing against an arm the same strength as hers, both of them grinding down in the middle, neither giving.

She clenched her jaw, her focus narrowing on the shape she could feel on the other end of the wire.

Her rig spat a new line across the connection —

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She smirked under her goggles, breath still quick, and dug back in

 

[Lyrrin]

Tag: Vera Noble

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Lyrrin quirked his eyebrow half in surprise at the statement while the other half was in skepticism "The Force? A fall like that? Sure kid." he brushed off the idea lightly. When she asked if he was ready he responded with a steady tone "On 'three', jump." with that he counted to three as he started to stand up in his seat as the net of wire he had been fiddling with finally was finished, holding the flight controls steady enough for the pair of them to hop out of the shuttle.

When the Farghul made his short landing onto the rooftop he withdrew his small blaster pistol in his right hand while his left held a compact datapad. On the datapad was the map of the area, or as much detail as he could gather through historical build information which varied greatly in detail. Less of a complete schematic and more a general concept "Vera." he turned towards Vera as he motioned towards the rooftop below their feet, the shuttle listing in the background of their conversation until it began to fall away from the tower "You're up. And make sure this thing is big enough not to burn us. I don't like the idea of molten metal." he warned, clearly indicating he wanted her to use her lightsaber to give them an entry point.

 

[Vyn Daldoure]

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

He felt his blade rend flesh, not lethal, not the point. He needed to be perceived as the threat, a vibroknife to the leg anchored that menace, regardless of outcome.

Now his head, and the rest of his body were regaining their place within ordinary physics, drifting to meet the cold interior wall of the refinery. Within his fall, Vyn watched her step to the opposite side of the corridor, blade turning into a missile aimed for his core. A momentum shattering stop was coming for him, and she was trying to skewer him at the apex of his fall.

Instead of bracing, he leaned into the fall. Vyn's head tucked, he let his shoulder slam into the tight corridor side, and then, he used his legs to backpedal. The last of the burst coming from the boost pack gave him enough energy to right himself, the sound of the cloth covered armor grinding against the ferrocrete echoed as he regained his footing.

Her sword was still an issue. One that was within inches. A solution entered his mind, it would be bloody, but was a galaxy further from being ran through. His left arm snapped outwards. The exoskeleton gauntlet gave a whine, sharp and high pitched. The air in his palm distorted, the heat mirage bending the caustic smoke. As Her sword approached, Vyn put his palm in it's flight path. The blade was a mere inch from skewering his hand when the tip entered the anomaly, and jerked to the side.

There was no sound from him, no movement that said pain was felt. Yet as the blade's path was altered, it ran the length of his arm. First clipping the side of his hand, then tearing out past his elbow. The cut worsened as it skittered along the ridges of the exoskeleton gauntlet and blood spilt to the floor. Superficial, and mute under the flood of adrenaline implants were pumping through his body.

Yet beneath the mask a smile was present. Not out of masochism, but science. The blade had passed through the micro singularity in his palm, not large enough to cause harm to a person or the weapon, but enough energy to produce a magnetic polarity, he'd essentially caught the vibro-sword. Vyn took two sharp steps in her direction. The tip of the blade moving with him, yet forced wide of his body from the polarity.

It wasn't stuck there, one good pull would free it, but his step and the laws of magnetism put the blade at an angle for a heart beat. Vyn took one lunging step towards her, and with the next, lifted his leg, driving his knee towards her stomach.

 

[Ines Pen-Ar-Lan]

Operation Reckoning
Calyx Sundrift Drystan Creed ​

Calyx didn't want to linger. Very wise. Her steps would quicken as he pulled her in the direction of their destination. The structure was close and if all went according to plan, getting the doors open and activating the turbolift wouldn't be much of an issue either. But then, things rarely went according to plan.

"Someone's after us" her voice carried a hint of fear as she looked back to the path they had just traversed. And there he was, a dark figure in the distance, steadily making his way towards them. A barely audible "Blast" left her lips as her head shook. This was bad news.

Without missing a beat, the girl picked up the pace. Clearly she was more interested in getting away from whoever it was that followed them than staying there to fight him. Just as she did, his voice rung out. A shiver went through the very core of her being as she heard him but she did not freeze. Analytical eyes darted around as the young rebel processed what was happening and what their options were. Eventually, she looked up to Cal "Remember Niamos?"

Swiftly, her hand slipped from his grasp and went straight to the detonator attached to her utility belt. Finding a little wheel, she started to spin it. A subtle white light lit up by the first explosive they had planted. As the wheel ticked, the white light would go out on the first device and pop up on the second. It would then keep wandering from device to device as she spun, quickly catching up to the person who was hunting them.

Eventually, the device next to him would light up. She immediately clicked the trigger - but nothing happened. Verse was not quite the explosives expert that Agent Pen-Ar-Lan was. She grimaced before clicking the button again and again. Less than a second would pass before the explosive went off. But she was not done there. Her hand spun the wheel again until the last device they had planted lit up. This time, the device would explode immediately.

Effectively, two different points had been targeted. First, one which directly targeted Drystan Creed and then one which would block the path between them. Pipes were torn asunder, causing steaming hot pressurised air to leak in all directions. Large chunks of debris would collapse in onto the path to block traversal. At least temporarily.

The girl didn't stay to watch her work. Instead she pulled out another explosive from her backback and handed it to Cal "Left button to arm, middle button to activate timer, right button reduce the timer to 3 seconds." Having worked together for a bit, he likely already knew of the adhesive properties of the device if he were to remove the protective layer on the bottom side. After having handed him the device, she jogged over to the console to get the door open.

 

[Valery Noble]

Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

Sparks hissed through the narrow hall as Valery's saber whipped back into her palm, the weapon sliding into her grip just as the crimson blade came crashing down. The impact shuddered through her arms, the weight of his strike pressing hard enough that it rattled the steel around them. Both her blades flared violet as she caught and crossed them high, her stance widening, the Force surging through her muscles to keep her from being driven into the ground.

Her breath caught, and her eyes locked on his. For a heartbeat, the world narrowed to the heat of his strike and the glow of his gaze. There was something in it, buried under the anger, that stirred a jolt of recognition deep inside her. A flicker of familiarity brushed across her mind, like a memory she could not quite reach, a face she should know but could not place. It lingered only long enough to unsettle her before the fight demanded her full focus again.

Her jaw tightened, and with a sharp exhale, she shifted her weight. Valery snapped her leg up, boot driving hard toward his midsection. A strike powerful enough to shatter bones or merely create some distance she needed to recover her balance.

"You can still surrender," she called, "It doesn't have to end like this."

Her eyes never wavered from his, the fire in them daring him to make his choice.

Lysander von Ascania ​

 

[Iskera Valest]

The impact came blunt and fast. His knee drove into her midsection before she could reset her stance, the force rattling her ribs and hollowing the air from her lungs. She let the blade go instantly, precision demanded sacrifice, and in that heartbeat, the sword was already a liability.

She seemed to fighting a genius. Fascinating.

Her hand found the leather case at her belt even as pain folded through her core. Fingers closed around another vial, this one smaller, clear glass filled with a viscous black-green liquid that shimmered against the alarm lights. She drew it up and over in one smooth arc, using the recoil of his strike to fuel her motion.

The vial spun once, twice, before breaking loose from her hand with the flick of her wrist. She aimed not at his chest or armor, but higher—where the visor met the face beneath, where the lines of technology did not promise perfect seal.

The throw was quick, clean, surgical, like a fencer's riposte with glass instead of steel. She didn't watch its flight. Already her other hand sought her hip, pulling the compact dart pistol free, breath whistling steady through the respirator despite the bruise tightening in her ribs.

Vyn Daldoure

 

[Vakhari Lutris]

Tags: Valaine Valentine Noodles Acier Moonbound Reina Daival

It came out of the wire, Noodles having the unfortunate luck of being within a close enough connection between her and the possessed girl known as Vakhari. As Noodles delved deeper into the code her eyes would run into strange runic text, it followed no rules, flowing freely like a liquid within that sea of data.

Her image had been sent back to her, the thumbs up glitching as everything around the rival slicer grew dark. Her eyes could see, yet only the pad right in front of Noodles. The tower, the sounds of action between her escorts and the Sith grew silent.

Where was she? Was it some illusion? The blackness all around was more akin to a slumbering creature than some blindness. Whispers could be heard from all around, some laughing in a maniacal manner at Noodles as others grew louder in a symphony of desired violence.

They crept around the woman, grasping appendages coiling out of the void as Noodles was attempted to be kept in place by an unknown force.

Inky hands grasp at the slicer, seeking to firmly grasp her neck and limbs.

A cacophony of voices spoke all at once, yet their tongue was alien up until they spoke in a language Noodles could understand.

"ɎØɄⱤ ĐɆ₴₱ɆⱤ₳₮łØ₦, ɎØɄⱤ ₣Ɇ₳Ɽ... ₴ł₥₱ⱠɎ ₴₳₵₵Ⱨ₳Ɽł₦Ɇ."
"Your desperation, your fear... Simply saccharine."

Whatever this was, it didn't sound like the woman she had been talking with before. It was dreams made nightmare, ambition and goals never meant to be. Primal hatred that resented you for being able to exist, for having all they could not.

"ɎØɄ ₳ⱤɆ ₮ⱧɆ ₣ⱠɆ₴Ⱨ ₮Ⱨ₳₮ ₥₳₲₲Ø₮₴ ₳ĐØⱤɆ."
"You are the flesh that maggots adore."

If these hands had gotten their grip, it would continue to tighten up until the world would suddenly flash back into her eyes. Her jack being used as a tool to overheat her systems in order to burn her out, her flesh marked by whatever had taken its grip.

Vakhari herself played no part in this, despite the source coming right from her. She had been busy denying the breach into the second wall, up until she noticed the odd silence between the line. Their game suddenly frozen as she herself felt a strange tingle down her spine.

Taking the last known bits of info she had on this rival slicer, she would attempt to form a new connection between the two, giving their holo a protected call with a line separate from everything else. ​

 

[Aris Noble]

Lightsabers.

Confusion filled Aris's mind at first as he heard the familiar hum across the battlefield. Was a trick of his hearing? It was already quite loud and even he had some difficulty sorting out the sounds with everything going on around him. Sure enough, though, it wasn't his imagination. More blades activated as he turned, ignoring as a blaster shot hit him as he instead sought what could be a threat or an ally.

He looked only for a moment before he found himself smiling. Zaiya was there, already fighting back against the threat to protect those with them. He turned his gaze back to the slavers and mercenaries. She could handle herself long enough, he trusted. The guns now facing the slaves trying to flee would have to be his focus.

Darth Virelia wasn't here, so it should be fine.

Flame licked across his skin, whipping up through his hair as he stepped forward. Not just through, but part. His very body flickered into fire as he rushed forward. The slaves weren't near him now, so there was no reason to limit the heat he could put out. Bodies turned to ash as he cleaved through, scorching the very earth he ran across.

He didn't want Zaiya to have to fight alone for long.

Zaiya Ceti | Kyber

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Objective I: Break the Chain
Leidimas Sith Plate
KA-10 Requiem | Lightsaber
Tag: Valery Noble ​

The impact shuddered through the room, sparks hissing overhead, the vibration thrumming in his bones.

The Force pressed between them like a living thing.. a collision of ideology, will, and power.

For all his antics, Lysander was no pretender. He met her strength with his own, crimson grinding against violet, the pressure around them shifting in ways only two trained sensitives could truly understand. Beyond these walls, he felt the galaxy bleeding; ripples of death flared and vanished like candles snuffed out.

Those echoes licked at the edges of his mind like a fire.

The Jedi arrived on Sevarcos II to be slaughtered.

His body began to react when her leg lifted, before his mind could even catch up, his core bracing for the inevitable impact. Hand-to-hand combat was muscle memory, an all too familiar dance.

But that didn’t make it hurt any less, the pain biting deeper than expected. It knocked out air from his lungs, and sent him back several feet.

Yet he maintained balance.

As the woman spoke, his eyes narrowed. It wasn’t just the voice that snagged at him, but the familiarity of her face. It finally hit several beats later. The dance on New Cov, the day both Cora and Ran had been granted seats on the Jedi Council.

The passage of time seemed an eternity ago, when he was but a naive creature, stumbling through existence, ignorant of the darkness that awaited him. How he had grown and evolved since then, his soul tarnished with unthinkable deeds.

With that came places and names he tried to excise from his mind entirely. Cora. Coruscant. The Mid Rim. Sibylla.

Those memories didn’t only surface, they clawed their way up from his depths, reminding him of every weakness he swore to never feel again. Dark tendrils wrapped around Lysander, tightening like a noose. Shadows coiled at the edges of his vision, drawn to the searing heat of his building rage. But this wasn’t a flare; it was a venomous bloom spreading through his veins.

Every heartbeat thudded with malice.

The next breath was deeper, drawing the Dark further into his being.

He didn’t just remember those memories, he was reliving them now. Faces he wanted to burn from his mind. It was a wound, and the Dark was the infection that made it stronger.

Sharper.

More intoxicating.

Lysander’s grip tightened on the curved hilt.

“You’re a long way from home,” he said, voice low, stretching every syllable.

A pause.

“Valerie.”

He spoke that name as though it meant something to him, even if all he truly knew was that she’d been his sister’s Master.

With a flick of the wrist, he pointed his scarlet blade towards her, an invitation, a warning, a threat all in one.

"The Sith do not surrender," he reminded her.

And in that moment, death’s whisper was sweeter than survival.

His free hand reached out toward the conveyor belt. A sack of unrefined spice was there, just begging for the transfer. His telekinetic grip tightened, yanking it free, and with the clenched fist that followed, it burst open. A cloud of dust erupted into the air.

The substance burned his lungs once more, clinging to him like it belonged there.

He’d built up a tolerance to it recently, an escape from all that haunted him.

He doubted that she would have that same advantage.

Still, he didn’t press the next attack. His vision was slightly obscured, but he was waiting, daring her to make the next move.

 

[Mykel Dawson]

Objective 1

Progress was slow but steady, the payroll of the drug lords incredibly deep. There seemed to be no shortage of cretins willing to line up to accept their blood money and an extra kick of spice and slaves on the side. Not even counting roaming killer droids and hordes of Sithspawn. It didn't matter, there could be any entire corps of soldiers between him and his objective and he wouldn't stop.

By now his unit had worked along conveyors lines wrecking havoc along the way with detonators, the mine entrances their final destination.

A significant delay could come about with the wrecking of the processing infrastructure, but if those spice veins were imploded then the Jedi could set back the whole operation by years, if not permanently.

"This is Squad Cresh! We need backup -- arrgh!"

In that moment, Mykel felt an especially powerful ripple darkness through the Force as the Jedi's life violently extinguished mid-sentence. There was a cackle on other the end before the line went dead.

His eyes narrowed as he tracked the location of the distress call on his helmet HUD. Cresh wasn't far, assigned to sabotage the catalytic reactors for the purification of high grade stocks.

"I'll check it out," he offered. "Keep moving before they can recover."

He flickered out of view as he channeled the Force through his limbs, homing in on the disturbance he had felt earlier as his black guiding star through the dizzying twists and turns of the labyrinthine interior.

His flight through the narrow pathways opened into wide expanse ringed by a series of large bulbous reactors, but his eyes were immediately locked to the center of the chamber. There, a hulking Sith warrior encased in rust colored armored dueled with two Jedi - master and apprentice. In practiced unison they darted around him for precise flanking attacks, but he easily held the pair at bay with brutal sweeps of his double bladed axe sword.

Just as Mykel entered the chamber, he nearly slipped over something slick but caught himself. Now hunched over by the effort, he found the whole platform before him splattered in fresh blood and gristle. That's when he noticed similar gruesome pattered spread all over the floors and walls. Not even proper corpses left of the fallen Jedi of Squad Cresh. Utterly annihilated into bloody mists and screaming reverberations in the Force.

"Oh? Fresh meat?! Good! I was starting bore with these two." His voice rumbled casually if he wasn't being furiously jumped at the moment.

The Sith Lord's whole body became a blur, rapidly rotating like a twister. The seasoned master managed to backstep to avoid the blow, but his apprentice could only throw up a haphazard block before being launched against a reactor tank as she was unable to withstand the resulting impact, indenting the metal casing with a sickening thud. Then followed the clatter of a lightsaber, almost whisper quiet by comparison, its light extinguished.

"Gralyne!" The Jedi Knight yelled, but in his moment of distraction for his downed pupil, the Sith attempted to cleave through the master's head. However, before the blade could connect, the Sith's death blow was diverted to a sudden defense as a durasteel cart came hurdling toward him.

The Sith managed to slice through the cart, but Mykel was right at his feet not even a half a tick later, aiming to thrust his blade through the Sith's groin. The Sith could only skip backwards from the thrust, but Mykel took the moment of unbalance to follow up with a focused Force Push to the gut. A cannon shot of pure telekinetic force sending the Sith ragdolling across the floor like a skipping stone over water.

"Get her to the medics," he told the other Jedi Knight. His apprentice was still breathing, if crippled. "I'll handle him."

 

[Vyn Daldoure]

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

There was but a fraction of a second as he observed the vial spin with ill intent through the air. It's trajectory was clean, and his mind was made up. Vyn didn't flinch for what came next. A quick hiss, the pressurized air releasing from the seals in his mask as it retracted down into the collar of his suit. He bared his face for her. Stone cold, not even a grimace from his already bloodied arm, his eyes deader than the seas of Kamino.

The glass made contact with his cheekbone, shattering, nicking skin, liquid splashing hot across his face as the chemicals reacted to the air and one another. He felt it bite, smelled the tang. Then he took a long, deep, deliberate breath as the fumes filled his lungs.

Vyn couldn't remember the last time someone had tried to poison him. There was a thrill rushing through him, he got into fights all the time, but rarely with people that had such an understanding of their tools and the effects those tools would directly result in. Vyn of course had no idea exactly what this liquid would do. But he did have an understanding of his body, and the causal effects that followed with using substances in a fight.

If it was poison, the biofilter in his lungs would quickly breakdown the more severe nature of the drugs, leaving him in excruciating pain at worst and a bit off balance, but no more danger than a broken arm would pose. If it was corrosive? Well he'd rather deal with a bad chemical burn over losing a suit capable of letting him survive in a vacuum.

As the Liquid did it's job, he let out a cough, pain fired in his chest as the chemicals burned, his muscles constricting, a small onset of nausea followed as he considered throwing up just to get it out of his system, but decided to keep his eyes locked on her. He had her weapon, and watched as the pistol was freed.

"You're smart I'll give you that." A grunt followed as his hand came up to his face, the Iridonian had grabbed the cloak of his suit and used it to wipe away whatever residue remained. "This is the warning part of our little interaction." Clearing his throat from the viscous fluid that had built up. Vyn unceremoniously tossed her sword into the space between them, switched his knife to his off-hand, and let his dominant hand hover by his blaster. "I was filled with more machinery than most starships. Every piece makes me a better killer, or a better survivor. And I was born with a mindset that makes me efficient at both functions. Trust your instincts. Run or pick up your sword. It's the last piece of good advice you'll ever get from me."

To Vyn, combat was applied physics. Push, pull, mass, velocity, take a life or spare one. But that was when hand to hand, or melee play was at the forefront. A method of letting his brain fire at unpredictable outcomes, with relative minimal danger. When he saw the pistol? Regardless of function, the threat escalated. And if that sidearm so much as changed it's axis, a close corridor like this might not feel so liberating for either of them, especially with the nausea he was experiencing.

 

[Calyx Sundrift]

Outfit: PGEM Combat Gear
Equipment: Gravetail Vibroblade, Amulet of Many, M.I. 6M Pistol, M. I. Electrostaff, Glitter bomb.
Tag: Drystan Creed Ines Pen-Ar-Lan

O B J E C T I V E -2

His hand drifted instinctively to the holster of his blaster pistol.
A Sith. The one thing he’d hoped they wouldn’t face. Could he win against that?

Calyx’s fingers shifted to the collapsible electrostaff clipped at his belt. The blaster would be too slow. Regardless of setting. The staff gave him better odds. Well, if the Force was with him and if his instincts hadn't dulled beyond recall.

He’d trained with Jedi. Sparred and practiced in live combat until his hands were blistered and raw. But that was years ago. Now? Fighitng an armed Sith was a gamble. A delay tactic at most. Hand-to-hand was his best shot at survival and even that wasn’t saying much.

Behind him, Verse’s voice cracked with a thread of fear.

"Someone's after us" her voice carried a hint of fear as she looked back to the path they had just traversed. And there he was, a dark figure in the distance, steadily making his way towards them. A barely audible "Blast" left her lips as her head shook. This was bad news.

He couldn’t let that spiral. Fear led to mistakes. And mistakes got you killed. “I get that a lot,” he said, forcing casualness into his tone. “Usually it’s personal. One time I spent the night with someone’s husband and-” He glanced back, catching sight of their pursuer at last. A single figure, unhurried, striding through the chaos like it meant nothing. “Yeah. You can probably guess the rest. Not everyone falls for my charm.” He chuckled lightly, feigning ease.

They reached the tower. Ground-level access offered few options. Just one. A sealed blastdoor. Behind it, probably a turbolift. One that would take his sweet time to arrive.

It felt suspiciously like a dead end.

Verse noticed too, but had a plan of some sort. "Niamos?” Calyx asked, cocking his head. A dozen possibilities raced through his mind, but only one theme stuck out. “Really? Here? Now?” His voice dropped to a whisper, comms catching every word. “That’s incredibly inappropriate, Verse.”

Then he saw her arming the explosives.
“Oh. You meant that.” He nodded, smirking. “Nice thinking.”

The light from the tower caught up to them. Calyx held his breath as Verse pressed the trigger once, twice.
Then it hit.

A thunderclap accompanied by blinding light. The hars wind temporarily broke from the blast. Metal shrieked. Distillation towers swayed. Pipelines, thick as tree trunks, came crashing down on the path behind them, right where their pursuer was.

“Great work Verse!”

Calyx stepped toward the wreckage, electrostaff snapping open with a crackle of blue energy. Verse handed him her final explosive charge. He took it quickly, clipping it to his belt as he nodded at her instructions.

“Good. That’ll help. But we need to keep moving. Tell me you can get that door open.” He scanned the platform, standing guard. Explosives might buy them time. Might even slow the Sith down. But they both knew the truth.

This wasn’t over.

Not by a long shot.

 

[Shego Striga]

SNAKES IN THE GRASS
Objective II

Kamon Vondiranach | Darth Virelia | Kito

V.E.N.O.M | H.Y.D.R.A​

The old man moved like a shadow through flame. Measured, calm, every parry a lesson in restraint. His sabers danced in his hands with surgical economy, never overcommitting, never wasting a stroke. To Shego, it was infuriating. She recognized the rhythm, the cadence. Jedi dueling form taught to instill patience. He wasn't trying to end her yet.

He was waiting.

Her emerald lenses narrowed, teeth grinding behind the respirator. He was trying to draw out the inevitable slip, the fatal miscalculation. And sure enough, when one of her tendrils lashed and coiled around his leg, she thought she had him until his finger extended and a pinprick of light ignited at his fingertips.

Her instincts screamed.

Shego slammed a hidden switch on her cane, and with a metallic hiss, a flood of choking smoke poured out. It rolled across the chamber in a thick, oily wave, swallowing the glint of glass and marble. At the same instant, two of her tendrils latched to the walls and ceiling, tearing deep gouges into the structure before yanking her violently to the side.

The burst came a heartbeat later, searing white light arced from his hand, a spear of Force-born fury. It ripped through the smoke and clipped her shoulder in mid-flight.

Shego screamed. The wound carved deep, blood spattering across the pristine floor, sizzling against the plating of her suit. She landed hard, clutching her injury as the HYDRA system hissed and reconfigured with a chorus of mechanical snarls.

Two tendrils retracted their plasma blades. In their place, ports unfolded, humming with volatile energy. They became cannons. One spitting raw plasma, the other a slugthrower built for brute force.

Her breathing turned ragged, but her eyes sharpened into glowing emerald pinpricks.

"Test log...HYDRA system adaptive response, combat escalation protocol engaged," she whispered into her recorder, voice trembling between agony and exhilaration. "Subject displays extreme experience in the field. Textbook jedi tactics, Adjusting for suppression."

Then the room exploded.

From the shroud of smoke, tendrils roared to life—spitting barrages of plasma bolts that lit up the haze in strobing flashes of green and white. Slugs hammered after, tearing chunks from pillars, reducing furniture and consoles to shredded debris. Each tendril tracked independently, weaving and strafing, their targeting arrays locked onto the Jedi's Force signature like predators scenting prey.

The Overseer's hall shook with the cacophony—marble shattered, support beams cracked, the once regal floor reduced to burning craters.

Through it all, Shego's silhouette loomed faintly in the haze—limping, but carried by her writhing steel serpents. Her laughter, distorted by the respirator and comm static, carried over the firestorm.

"Just a few more minutes~"

A cannon roared, sending a pillar toppling, sparks cascading like fireworks.

"I'm no duelist. But that doesn't mean i don't have talents of my own~"

The smoke swirled again as she advanced through her own barrage, Hydra's tendrils smashing aside debris to clear her path, guns cycling with mechanical precision.

 

[Kamon Vondiranach]

The room filled with gas, but before it could, he sucked in a gulp of air and allowed his body to adjust, even as the blast of Spark left his fingertip and screeched towards her. He heard her cry out, and while internally he felt a small sense of satisfaction, he knew that it hadn’t killed her because he could still feel her. No matter what she did to shield herself, hiding behind a wall of smoke or anything else, he’d still be able to feel her. The Current allowed far more than what others were normally taught. Even a stealthed individual wouldn’t surpass him.

As her arms moved away, he stepped back, utilizing the cover of the gas, and deactivated his sabers. At the same time, he minimized his presence in the Force, disappearing into the Current’s folds, making it much more difficult for her to track him. She’d gotten lucky the first time, having almost walked directly into him, but would that be the case a second time? He wondered if she could even see what was in front of her given the gas now permeating the room. If she could, did she have the ability to see through other means? No, even those were no match to the Current. For all intents and purposes, he had disappeared.

In reality, he was about fifteen feet in front of her, watching as she unleashed a torrent of plasma and slugs where she thought he was. It wasn’t completely wrong. They’d honed in on his last position before entering the Current, which still kept him mostly in line with her because he hadn’t moved to the side. One of the slugs ripped into his side, and he looked down momentarily to see a bloody trench carved just above his right hip.

She was charging at him now, using that machine, her tendrils, to propel herself. Even if she didn’t know exactly where he was, she had a general idea. He smacked a hand into his chest a few times to dull the pain in his side by creating additional elsewhere to spread the sensation of pain through his body. The wound her blades had cut into his flesh earlier seared in agony, but the pain itself spread throughout, helping him to ignore the limitations brought on by the wound in his side. Not much limitation. If he didn’t heal he’d probably have ended up dead from the wound eventually, considering there was some exposed intestine as a result, but he wasn’t going to die. Not here.

He could engage her directly, as she was charging towards him and he was forced to move to avoid being killed, but he saw an opportunity. Her blind charge left him with the advantage and he, still shadowed inside of the current, leaped up and over her, twisting his body with his arms hugged to his chest, intending to come down just behind her, a hand reaching out to grab onto the connection point where her tendrils attached to her body. Cybernetics could be used against you if the right person knew how. Kamon didn’t know how to manipulate mechu-deru from the point of the light as some Jedi had in the past, but he knew well how to carve.

As his hand went to make contact with her, he came out of the Current, becoming suddenly visible again. Blood dripped down towards her, and his other hand brought saber around, ignited it, and intended to slice the device from her back. Less straight forward Jedi than what she had seen before, he was counting on the element of surprise.

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

TAGS: Shego Striga​

 

[Jane]

Tag: Qyssiyana Everest Vale

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To be honest, this place was worse than Coruscant. Jane had no idea it was possible, and yet here she was, stepping into the shadows cast by a machine of pure horror, with the sounds of fighting lingering in the background. Coruscant was holy in comparison to this nightmare. But Jane remained steadfast by Everest's side, never faltering in her steps.

When the droids appeared and Everest signaled for Jane to descend, she did exactly that. The girl lowered herself to a crouch, slightly behind her Master. As much as she wanted to take on the droids herself, considering them a perversion of life itself, she had promised to listen to Everest. And so, there she remained, quietly observing how her Master skillfully took down the two droids.

By the time the two droids were taken down, Jane crawled back up onto her two small boots. Her empty black eyes scanned the surroundings, only to detect that something was wrong. She couldn't quite place it, and she wasn't yet refined enough in the Force to do so. But in the back of her mind, something tingled.

Jane's gaze shifted to Everest, her lips parted to form a word, but nothing came out. Instead, something she'd never felt before rushed over her body, assaulting her before entangling her body.

Jane's short frame collapsed to the ground, lying motionless with her gaze fixed on the sky above. And for that moment, she resembled nothing more than a porcelain doll, with her chest lifting and falling as only indication of life. Despite the fact that her body would not move, her mind was racing at a thousand miles per hour. There was no panic, fear, or anger. There was nothing but an endless stream of thoughts as she tried to figure out how to break free and regain control of her own body. Or, at the very least, a way to signal Everest for help.

 

[Valery Noble]

Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

The sting of spice burned as it filled her lungs, and Valery's jaw clenched as she forced her breathing into a rhythm. Breath control to contain what she could, and fight the haze creeping at the edges of her vision. Even then, the world blurred faintly, the weight of the drug clawing at her focus.

But through it, she felt it. A spark of recognition that she hadn't been able to place until now. His anger, the shadow around him, the storm of memories and pain that wrapped his aura. Beneath it all was something she knew. Corazona von Ascania . The bond of Master and Padawan had left its mark, and now, standing before him, she realized the truth. He was connected to her. That meant hhe knew exactly who he was… and that no matter how much darkness he drew upon, she would not allow him to win this fight.

Her orange eyes burned brighter as they locked on his. "I know what you are," she said, her voice cutting through the storm of spice and fury. "Cora's blood runs in you. But that won't stop me from taking you down."

Her free hand tightened on one hilt, the other saber extinguishing with a snap as she shifted her grip to switch to a single lightsaber. Power gathered in her legs as she surged forward, her form a blur in the clouded air. She leapt, blade raised high, and brought it crashing down toward him in a powerful arc.

It was less precise than she wanted, her control compromised by the haze, but she let the Force drive the strike with raw strength and unrelenting will.

Lysander von Ascania ​

 

[Vera Noble]

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Tag: Lyrrin

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Vera leapt with him, boots hitting the rooftop with a light thud. She straightened quickly, brushing a bit of rain from her sleeve as her eyes swept over the area. The city stretched endlessly around them, but right now all that mattered was the task in front of her.

At Lyrrin's words, her grin returned, sharp and eager. "Got it. This is the fun part."

She reached for the hilt at her hip, the emerald blade igniting with a snap-hiss that lit up her features in green. Without hesitation, she carved a wide circle into the rooftop plating, careful to keep the edges clean and the cut large enough for them both to fit without trouble. When the final line connected, the slab gave way with a groan of metal and crashed to the floor below.

Vera deactivated her saber, peering down into the shadows before hopping through the opening. She landed smoothly and looked around, scanning quickly for any sign of movement. Satisfied, she tilted her head back toward the hole and called up, "All clear! Come on down."

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