Public [THP | TDC] Operation Reckoning

[Kyber]

Objective 3
Equipment: Cloaking Device, 3 lightsabers
Engaging Zaiya Ceti and Aris Noble

With the breaking of the barrier Kyber saw his chance as he kept continuing his martial assault on the young jedi he would have one of the sabers poised to strike. One major problem of using the power of the darkside is that its rage makes ones view narrow as they focus too much on one thing completely ignoring other threats. Just before the potential killing strike could be landed he found himself looking down at the ground as an immense pressure slammed him down. If Kyber was an organic he would have been coughing up blood at this moment.

Kyber quickly used the force to push himself away from the two jedi to gain some distance as he recalibrated his tactics. It seemed the mercenaries had failed to distract the knight long enough and the few remaining ones were being gunned down by the many slaves that had now found themselves access to blasters. Kyber needed to reposition properly without being attacked so he attempted to activate his cloak only for sparks to fly from his chest as his cloaking device failed to activate.

Two jedis one who seemed to be a master of offense while the other skilled at making defensive barriers was a dangerous combo. Kyber didn't doubt he could take either of them on by themselves but combined and without his cloaking working this fight had gone from him moments away from killing a jedi to an extremely low chance of winning. It seemed Kyber would have to pull out his trump card.

Kyber lifted his hands up "This One Surrenders" he had already ensured his main task had succeeded and there was no way he was going to risk his life in the hopes of winning what seemed like a unwinnable duel "If Those Ones let This One live then This One will give Those Ones the access code to the cells" Higher chance of surviving if he offered a reason to let him live "Or Those Ones can risk reinforcements coming before freeing the Others."

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

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


Zaiya's chest loosened with relief the moment Aris slammed down beside her, the familiar aura of his presence grounding her. She shifted immediately, slipping out of his path so he could take the lead, her own role sliding from martial defense into support.

A soft turn carried her behind him, bracelets chiming as she spun lightly, letting the Force flow through her. She reached for that Force and then channeled it between them, amplifying it, lending her strength to his, guiding their rhythm until they could move as one.

But before they could strike, their opponent stilled. The droid lifted its hands in surrender.

Zaiya froze, breath caught in her throat, unsure if the gesture was a trick. The bioluminescence over her mottled spots slowed into a thoughtful, calm but cautious shimmer even as her stance remained loose and ready

They had to know if the droid meant it. So the Lovalla Padwan opened herself to the Force, letting its currents sweep over the figure before her, searching for intent, truth, and any lies.

"Will you truly provide the access codes to the cells to release the prisoners?" she asked quietly as she studied Kyber's every movement.

 

[Everest Vale]

Outfit: Personal Armour
Equipment: Lightsaber, Bracelet, Earrings, Seer Stone, Wayfinder's Flare, Atrisian Dancer, Engagement Ring
Tag: Jane Qyssiyana

The world fractured. Eve stumbled, her boot scuffing against metal grating as the shadows seemed to twist and double. Her breath caught sharp in her throat. For a moment she swore the droids were still standing, red eyes glowing, weapons raised, but then their bodies were already broken on the ground. She blinked hard. Had she destroyed them? Had she even drawn her saber? The sequence unraveled the more she tried to grasp it, memory folding in on itself until all she had was the sour taste of wrongness in her mouth.

Her hand shot out to steady herself against a pitted wall. The refinery loomed above, but its angles warped and shifted as if she were looking at it through rippling water. Heat pressed at her temples, an ache blooming behind her eye.

Something had been done to her. She knew it.

Her heart lurched as she turned, searching for Jane, and found her collapsed on the ground.

"J-Jane?" Her voice cracked. She dropped frantically to her knees beside her Padawan, fingers brushing her shoulder, her cheek. The girl's chest rose and fell in shallow rhythm, but her limbs lay slack, her eyes staring at the sky as if carved from porcelain.

"No, no, no—Jane, it's okay. It'll be okay. You're okay." She said it again, then again, until the words blurred together, her throat tight, breath quick. Panic clawed at her ribs. She should never have let her come. She should never—

Her jaw set. She forced a breath down her chest and pushed the storm out of her mind. The guilt didn't vanish, but she drove past it, extending her awareness outward with a sudden flare. The Force rushed wide, spilling like a wave through grit and steel.

And then she felt it. A presence, alien and jagged, brushing against her senses with cold static. Her silver eye snapped toward it. Through the storm she glimpsed a shape where none should be, a shimmer caught between shadows.

The snap-hiss of her lightsaber split the air, white fire spilling across rusted metal. Her breath came heavy, sharp with fury. She coiled her stance, muscles tight, cloak whipping in the wind, breathing hard through her teeth.

Then she leapt.

The Force surged through her legs, catapulting her forward. The refinery walls seemed to bend with the motion, girders bowing as if pressed by invisible hands. Dust lifted from the ground in spirals, the storm itself shivering around her arc. The world strained against the momentum of her strike as she cut across the shadow, blade raised for the one who had dared touch her Padawan.

 

[Noodles]

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

Her screen warped, the little thumbs up she'd sent stuttering, breaking apart into a smear of noise. Then the world caved in.

Nothing but black.

The hum of the tower, the clash of sabers, even the static in her ears — gone. All that was left was the pad of keys under her fingers, glowing faint in the dark.

Then came the whispers. Not one, not two — hundreds, crowding in. Some laughed sharp in her ear, others rasped like old wires dragged across stone. The black swelled like a throat breathing around her, wet and alive. Shapes coiled out of it — hands, too many, slick and cold, curling around her arms and legs, snaring her throat. She kicked, jerked, but they squeezed tighter. Her lungs burned. Every breath came out a broken squeal.

The voices rose together, alien syllables spitting like static until they split into words she knew. Noodles' chest convulsed, panic eating every thought. Then the next voice came, lower, hungrier.

Her scream tore out, high and cracked. Her skin lit with pain as her implants overloaded, raw heat searing down her arms. Angry red welts carved themselves along her flesh like something scratching her from the inside. Her skull felt like it was boiling, brain swelling, dripping molten through her ears.

She knew — deep down — she couldn't just rip the ports out. Every slicer learned it: breaking a live connection this way could fry her synapses completely, leave her half-dead, her brain scrambled. But fear tore through her reason. The pain, the cold, sharp fear that possessed her, was just too much.

Tears streaking down her face, Noodles clawed at her temple, nails scraping plastic ports, the terror shoving everything else aside. One last jerk, and the cables ripped free, sparks spitting.

The black shattered.

Reality hit like a hammer. Smoke stung her nose, the console rattled under her arms. She collapsed face-first onto her rig, eyes wide but seeing nothing, breath ragged and useless. Then nothing at all.

Her body sagged limp against the machine, jack cords trailing like veins torn loose, skin still burning with the marks.

 

[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

Calyx stood tall, the storm tugging at his cloak as he stared into the cloud of dust and twisted wreckage. Both ends of his electrostaff crackled with violet voltage. The explosives had done significant damage to the refinery, and he hoped that it'd cost the Dark Court more than they could afford to restore it.
His heart skipped a beat when a dark shape stirred in the distance. Calyx cursed under his breath. The Sith was just walking it off. As if it were nothing.

"Hope you did!" He threw back. "'Cause we've got a lot more where that came from." He clipped the explosive Verse had handed him to his belt, drawing it into his Force shield. No way he’d give the Sith a chance to detonate it remotely.

The Sith continued to talk. Whether he offered threat or promise was vague to Calyx. Either worked, because it sent him in the highest state of alertness.

Instinctively, Calyx spun his staff into a guard stance, recalling the cadences of Niman. He barely registered the blur of motion as the Sith ignited his saber and threw, the glowing red lightsaber hurled at them with such power that it streaked like a red lightningbolt.

Fear crystallized in his stomach and became strength. His mind screamed, and the Dark side obeyed. Dormant senses and raw power forced his body into motion. In matching speed, Calyx threw himself in the saber's path. Swung his staff, and slammed the red saber aside.

It worked just barely.

The weapon veered off by a hair, striking the wall beside Verse and the control panel she was working on.

Calyx silently prayed she'd move. One flick of the Force could still decapitate her. "Sorry," he called out. "This isn’t a two-for-one deal. She’s off-limits- even if she is single." Into the comms, he whispered "I can buy you two minutes at most. If you can’t get that door open, run."