Invasion Through the Gates of Hell (Republic Invasion of Empress Teta - Republic vs. One Sith)

[Shinju]

Allies: [member="Maya Whitelight"]
Enemies: [member="Cree Oyaya"]
Objective: Fight
gear

Shinju moved with the jedi going forward and dropping the gun, her hands coming up with a blue shimmering aura while she fed, feeling everything she could around her. Each emotion going into the gnawing pit of her stomach then out into her being before she stood there in the corset and duster coat, starring at the jedi who had her blade pointed ready to go. The sith sword coming off her back as it revved and spun around getting a lovely arc. "Oh pretty jedi don't be so quick I like to play with my food." Then Shinju was moving, letting all the force energies pour into her muscles and being, letting her own madness leak out in palpable waves of madness and insanity for those not protecting themselves mentally. Her own saber still on her hip but she could feel the pain from the being stored inside it. The rest came with the slash as she sought to test the jedis defenses and brought her left hand down to the derriphan's filled with sith poison in the hilts and slashed with it to try and nick the jedi's hand.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Location: Outside/near the Great Library of Cinnagar
Objective: Smoosh errythin'
Allies: [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Lady Exedō"] [member="Maya Whitelight"] [member="Darth Naomi"] [member="Hion the Herglic"] [member="Azalus"] [member="Darth Helios"]
Enemies: [member="Hasjo Hallu"] [member="Rasu Gan"] [member="Saki"] [member="Zaren Bouqi"] [member="Cree Oyaya"] [member="Lok Jorunn"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Skosk Fett"]

Vornskr's eyes slowly moved towards the armored Jedi, his burning eyes hidden behind the crimson visor of his horned helm. He watched as the Jedi unsheathed and activated his weapon of choice, the San-Ni staff, a rather peculiar weapon, but effective nonetheless. Vornskr had read about it in one of his many tomes on weaponry, but had never personally seen it in action on the field of battle. Today would be a good day to witness a demonstration from what he assumed was a master in it's handling, or at least a very skilled practitioner in this fighting style. Vornskr rolled his shoulders, his pauldrons rising and falling along with them, and he began his slow advance towards the Jedi while his long-handle lightsaber kept casually at his side. "And who is going to stop me? You? Better Jedi have tried, and failed."

Meanwhile his the crimson blade of his lightsaber carved a shallow molten valley through the broken ground next to him, leaving a burning trail behind him. Vornskr suddenly raised his blade, spun it in front of him a few times before settling into the opening combat stance of Form V, his weapon held above his head with the blade pointing at the ground behind him at a forty-five degree angle. However; while being a master at the Form V style of dueling, he would not be solely relying on it for the upcoming fight, as the style of weapon he wielded required something different, but aspects of Form V would definitely be present in his fighting form. In the distance he could sense the approaching presence of Darth Orcus, and could feel the vibrations of his attack on the Republic troops behind Master Hallu, but the both of them were far enough away to not be bothered by it all that much.

Time seemed to slow down for just a moment in Vornskr's mind, everything being laid out before him as if in slow-motion.

The calm before the storm.

Then, with his muscles tensed, Vornskr launched himself up off the ground towards the Jedi Master, and prepared to bring down his weapon in a powerful overhead strike directly at him.

It had begun.

 

[Lord Gaius]

ALLIES: Republic - [member="Cree Oyaya"], [member="Zaren Bouqi"] | Silver Order - [member="Rasu Gan"], [member=Saki], [member="Lok Jorunn"]
ENEMIES: One Sith - [member="Darth Veles"], [member="Maya Whitelight"], [member="Darth Vornskr"], [member="Darth Naomi"]
OBJECTIVE: Divide and Conquer
#JediStompSquad

Darth Vornksr taunted him, "And who is going to stop me? You? Better Jedi have tried, and failed."
"Then I'll just have to be the best," Hasjo answered in turn. The electrical currents crackled and popped as each hand held either end of the staff. This was not the only weapon he carried. He looked like a walking armoury. At his waist hung a double-bladed lightsaber, long-handled lightsaber, lightwhip, lightsaber and an AB-1 heavy blaster pistol. The array of hilts swayed and jostled at distant bombardments that sent a tremble through the earth. The Exotic Weapons Master was steadfast in his resolve. A wave of calm washed over him. He would not back down against this foe, knowing his slim chances of victory. A risk he would have to take. The Sith before him left in his wake a ravine of molten stone, tearing his lightsaber through the pavement.

The nearby fighting was reduced to the buzzing of a bee. Other Jedi and Sith engaged while ground forces fought in a vicious urban firefight. His mind was centred and focused on this solitary target before him. Closer and closer he was treading, Hasjo maintaining his place. He stood with his legs facing away to the left, knees slightly bend. Torso twisted towards Vornskr, hands holding the weapon at chest height. The Determination Form. Hasjo would have to be unpredictable and random to win this fight, constantly changing forms, switching between weapons. Keep his enemy on edge. He had chosen this particular weapon not for his combat effectiveness with it, but for it's rarity. It was one of the few upper hands he held on his opponent, perhaps the only one. The weapon itself was rare, and few knew how to use it, let alone defend against it.

He breathed deeply. Fire burned his veins as his twin hearts, one of which was cybernetic, went slightly out of rhythm with each other, preparing him for action. This was the moment that he lived for, the calm before the storm. Like swimming the surface during one of Glee Anselm’s mammoth hurricanes, or the practice of Form I, it was the storm itself that was the test, the challenge to see if he could maintain his balance in the whirlwind. A deep gushing noise could be heard from his chest as mechanical apparatuses forcefully pushed blood throughout his body. His life support system was what kept him alive, unfortunately for those that attacked him, they found breaking it is a lot harder than it seems. The suit weighed a tremendous amount with it's thick durasteel plating, and complex plate systems. Yet the Nautolan was powerful, strong and enduring. He wore the system like a human wore clothes.

Darth Vornskr launched himself at Hasjo. The metalloid Nautolan skirted left, falling to a knee, neck tilted left, right shoulder pushed back. Unlike most other species, the amphibian was unnaturally flexible, capable of moving his body in several directions at once. He had positioned his body to avoid the blow, narrowly - as he had wanted it. As the blade came hurtling down, he released his left hand grip on the staff, swinging his right wrist around in an attempt to entangle the Sith's lightsaber with the power couplings. If the attempt was successful, he would utilise this sudden moment brought on by the crashing lightsaber to swing back and then forth, throwing himself upwards, arcing around to grapple onto the Sith's back - that being if the attempt were successful.

 

[Marcello Matteo]

Marcello was...less than pleased about the general method with which this war was progressing. However, he'd forcefully removed himself from any position to have a say despite several requests. He supposed that action alone negated his right to have much of an opinion. Where he had once been openly critical of much, he was now shockingly silent on every issue.

As the reality of his disillusionment with the Jedi Order swelled to magnificent proportions, the Jedi Master still found himself throwing his entire being into the cause. Was the cause to literally sacrifice thousands of innocent lives to attack planets that probably had more forced followers than faithful citizens? Nope. Definitely not. We're they here as liberators then? Probably the rhetoric that would be adopted when the dust settled but...Marcello knew well enough to know that certainly wasn't the motivation.

If that wasn't the purpose of a Jedi and this Marcello's purpose, what was? To inspire others to stand against oppression and injustice. To aid those that required such aid in the hopes of securing a greater peace or, at least, not doing greater damage. Did it suck? Yes. Being the good guy always sucked.

Alas they were committed by the oh-so-wise and thoughtful leaders. Bypass all the border worlds that they might actually have a hope of liberating without prompting collateral damage in the process and go straight for the big daddy without even so much as the advantage of anonymity of existence, greater numbers, or general surprise. That was sound military strategy. Said no one. Ever.

Within the shuttle that his Jedi Strike Team traveled on, Marcello's glacier-blue eyes looked at varied faces. One experienced fighter, one Padawan that could feel things, and another that advertised herself as, well, not good for fighting. Scandalous.

"You." Marcello inclined his head at [member="Anarya Drast"]. "Seer in training of sorts? Keep me appraised of some Sith trying to gut us while we're not looking."

Tapping his earpiece communicator, Marcello contacted [member="Avalore Eden"] as he glanced down at the tactical readout displayed on the arm of his commander's chair in the cargo bay of the assault shuttle. "Art Boss. This is Matteo. Let me know when you have boots on ground. If you run into a whole mess of shit, give me a ring."

Marcello's transmission ended just as the assault shuttle bucked wildly. Klaxons immediately began going off indicating they'd been hit my some random volley of air defense fire. "Now it's a party." Unstrapping himself, Marcello quickly stepped into the cockpit and gazed out the viewport. "Belly her down right there in that large square just shy of the Citadel's western wall. Buildings should give us enough cover to evac. We're about to be on foot."

Returning to the main cabin, Marcello palmed open the cargo doors that had been sealed from their entry into the atmosphere. Smiling at his team, Marcello shook his head. "SNAFU boys and girls."

[member="Ki'an Karr"] | [member="Michael Sardun"]

 

[Darth Veles]

Allies: [member="Maya Whitelight"], [member="Darth Vornskr"], [member="Darth Naomi"]
Enemies: [member="Hasjo Hallu"] & Comp.


"Now," the young Sith's voice commanded Maya to take an action, while the owner of the voice fell from the roof and landed in the backs of the Jedi and their soldiers, curved lightsaber in his left hand. The chaotic battle was more than perfect for him to remain undetected while taking down many enemies. He started with the small annoyances; the men of the Jedi. The Mon Cal's enhanced muscles made him very fast, moving from one enemy to another and delivering the best regards from the Dark Lord. Veles' jabs and slashes were very efficiency oriented; no massive and showy hacks like a barbarian, but precise and elegant strikes aimed to kill the opponent in one deadly hit fatally damaging important organs. More troops of the Sixth Batallion mysteriously died, finding themselves with burning holed in their heads and chests. Veles knew how to find a way into someone's heart. It sucks if you survive Force knows what, become a seasoned veteran and end up with a superheated plasma in your back, brought to you by someone you cannot even see.

His way of spreading death and peace led him closer and closer to Lord Vornskr and an old familiar face. The Nautolan's been causing trouble for long enough, causing much unnecessary death and destruction, sacrificing his own men in a fight that had nothing to do with them. It was time to put an end to him... The amphibian swiftly moved towards the two dueling men, seeing as Hasjo dodged the Sith Master's attack.

Veles swiftly raised his empty hand and released a power known as Ionize, knowing Hasjo depended on his armor to survive. The Force power would tinker with the electronics, maybe even disable them and turn the life support armor into just armor.

The second lightsaber flew into the open palm and the Mon Calamari rolled towards the Nautolan Jedi, still hidden by his powers. Once he finally stood on his feet, he did not get up, rather remaining crouched and horizontally slashed with both of his blades, his arms extended as the crossed blades parted and moved to sever the Nautolan's legs, decloaking himself.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Location: Outside/near the Great Library of Cinnagar
Objective: Smoosh errythin'
Allies: [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Lady Exedō"] [member="Maya Whitelight"] [member="Darth Naomi"] [member="Hion the Herglic"] [member="Azalus"] [member="Darth Helios"]
Enemies: [member="Hasjo Hallu"] [member="Rasu Gan"] [member="Saki"] [member="Zaren Bouqi"] [member="Cree Oyaya"] [member="Lok Jorunn"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Skosk Fett"]

As Vornskr sailed through the air between his point of attack and where Master Hallu previously was, his mind was calculating where his trajectory would take him now that his target had moved out of the way. Then came the San-Ni staff, aimed to wrap around the blade of his lightsaber, which of course it did. There wasn't much to be done about stopping the momentum in his body as it came down, however; Vornskr was a master of his weapon, and he knew the ins and outs of it like the back of his hand. Not only that, but he was a skilled master in Mechu-Deru, and frequently utilized that skill in combat when mechanics came into play. He used that now to use the Force in what could be considered an instant to shut off his blade a fraction of a second after the San-Ni wrapped around it, but the suddenly change in momentum from hitting it still came into play.

Vornskr's body began to tilt back as he came closer towards the ground, and with effort he managed to throw himself back somewhat to bring his rump parallel to the ground, and twisted his body to the left in mid-air. His left hand shot out towards the ground, the phrik claws of his gauntlet digging into the ruined permacrete, suddenly shifting his inertia so that he would slow down and skid along the ground for a bit. With his free hand, Vornskr reactivated his lightsaber and swung it towards Master Hallu's legs, but the Jedi Master had lunged upward soon after the attempt to shackle Vornskr's lightsaber failed, so Vornskr's wild blow completely missed. Vornskr's armored greaves would suddenly hit the edge of an uprooted section of street, effectively bringing him to a complete stop, and sending a slight jarring sensation throughout his body.

Not wasting a second, Vornskr used this chance to push himself up into a crouching position, before jumping up to stand tall. He was uncertain with Master Hally's form of weaponry, as he had never fought against such a thing before. Luckily, Vornskr was good on improvising in the heat of battle, and with a great snarl and a flick of his now outstretched hand, he unleashed a steady torrent of Sith lightning at his opponent. He still hadn't discovered that the Jedi's armor was also cybernetic, and part of his life support system, which worked immensely in Master Hallu's favor thus far.

But for how long?

 

[Talon Vosra]

LOCATION: NOT Kansas
OBJECTIVE: Whatevs
Allies: The Guy's with the Slug
Enemies: The Guy's with that other thing
Music: None.

Talon wrapped himself in the cloak of shadows and looked for a good way to engage the Sith forces. His careful steps and the Quey'tek meditation made him hard to discern even by the most alert of Sith. He held his lightsabers at the ready as he moved along. They were ready to ignite at the slightest need but he would wait until the need was indeed there. He moved along and into the citadel (I guess) and headed toward the things the Republic was trying to secure. He wasn't sure why he was after the yarn of Hion and the Mittens of Shara but he knew he would get them one way or another. He had not really been fully briefed but he knew the darksiders and their Idols had to be destroyed for the Republic.

 

[Lord Gaius]

ALLIES: Republic - [member="Cree Oyaya"], [member="Zaren Bouqi"] | Silver Order - [member="Rasu Gan"], [member=Saki], [member="Lok Jorunn"]
ENEMIES: One Sith - [member="Darth Veles"], [member="Maya Whitelight"], [member="Darth Vornskr"], [member="Darth Naomi"]
OBJECTIVE: Divide and Conquer
#JediStompSquad

Instantaneously the momentum he was utilising turned against him, his San-Ni staff falling through thin air, where the plasma had once been entangled by the electrical currents. Rather than come crashing down upon the back of Vornksr, he threw himself into a twirl. His systems attempted to take in a breath of oxygen, but was met with nothing. He gasped aloud, but still nothing came to him. His eyes widened in horror. Time slowed for him as he began to untangle himself from his twirl mid-air, behind the Sith Lord. He deep pain stabbed at his secondary heart, it had faltered temporarily. Eyes watched as blades of both Vornskr and another unseen opponent swooped for his legs where they had been milliseconds ago. He landed with a stagger and stumble, not yet regaining his breath. He wheezed loudly, sucking in only the most minuscule mounts of oxygen. His vitals were through the roof. He almost fell to a knee, but before he could even perform such an action, lightning struck him like a rampaging locomotive.

Hasjo flew across the expansive entrance of the Great Library that had turned into an arena for the wicked and righteous. He barely felt the permacrete column when he collided with it, hurtling the metalloid Nautolan helplessly in a spin before coming to a grinding halt on the ground. The ground was churned up by such an impact. The raw power of the Sith Lord had been tremendous. The thick durasteel plating was dented in the stomach, with scratches seemingly covering every surface of the alloy. Veles had malfunctioned his systems, but the Sith Lord had inadvertently rebooted them. The powerful currents of electrical discharge had jump started the apparatuses that controlled his breathing and blood pressure. The wheezing was now a gasp of new air as the injured Jedi Master lay in his own crater. The weakened Jedi scurried onto his feet, hunched. He deactivated the San-Ni with such haste as though if he didn't do it any faster he may die. Clipping the weapon back onto his belt, he began to jog towards the column he had slammed into. Each step was accompanied by the arching of his back and a limp in his right leg. Nothing was broken, nor fractured, but it had taken a beating out of the Jedi.

He gathered his resolve and strength, moving with greater haste. He leaped into the air, turning his body, feet placed against the pillar. He pushed off. Power surged through his legs. The Force guided him. He shot overhead the two Sith, coming to a poor landing. As he came into contact with the ground once more, his leg buckled under him, almost falling over. He stumbled forward, regaining his composer mid-stride as he attempted to flee back towards his fellow Jedi. He barrelled through the firefight that entombed the streets. Sixth Battalion soldiers moved aside for their General, blackblades who stood in the powerful Nautolans way were met with a shoulder to their chins. It was a desperate attempt at survival. Fight or Flight. He couldn't take on the two together. It was time for flight.

 

[Aedan Miles]

LOCATION: Brawl of the century
ALLIES: [member="Hasjo Hallu"] @Skosk Fett
ENEMIES: [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Darth Vornskr"]

Aedan looked up as he sensed something and noticed one of the Jedi fall lifting the rifle he carried Aedan looked at it before sitting it aside and taking up his Lightsaber pike. With a deep breath Aedan drew the force within himself use Force Body to enhance himself Aedan looked towards the fight and muttered to Skosk. "Watch my back Vod see you after this fight." Aedan double checked the seal of his Aliit'gam armor before he suddenly started to sprint forward his weapon igniting with an almost angry snap-hiss. Drawing upon the force farther Aedan started to channel it into a Force Push that while it would most likely not effect the two Sith (Vornskr and Veles) Nor the Jedi he was assisting it would do the job in creating a clearing around them as it surged out pushing the Sith and Republic troopers alike back.

Taking a deep breath Aedan leveled his gaze at Darth Veles and smirked not that the being could see it through his helmet and muttered. "Now that wasn't very sporting of you now was it." Glancing towards the Jedi beside him Aedan smirked and held his hand up clenching it into a fist a signal to Skosk to fire a force breaker into the melee he had just joined. That would mess with the poor fool who didn't wear a helmet to a fight but how was he to know that Mandalorians would show up with their force breaker grenades. "You take that one while I deal with the one that attacked you from behind. Sound fair Jedi?" Aedan's voice was a mere whisper from within the helmet as he stood there calmly. He knew that shortly a grenade would land near them launched from the grenade launcher he had loaned Skosk if they fell short Aedan always had the Force Breaker he carried with him at times.

 

[Darth Armyss]

Location: Cinnagar - Landing Zone
Objective: Ambush the arriving Jedi strike team

From the shadows, a figure in deep, black robes stood on a balcony overlooking the area where a Republic shuttle had landed, and had just deployed its payload of multiple Jedi knights, waiting for the opportunity to strike. The Sith acolyte had come a long way since his combat debut on Coruscant, going from a skilled fencer with only minor force sense abilities to a point where he was confident that he could surpass a Jedi Knight in single combat, hell, maybe two of them at once. This did not make him overconfident, however, and so he assessed his options. He was a cunning swordsman even by Sith standards, but he wasn't going to jump into a large group of them; he would have to pick out an isolated target.

After a brief moment, he spotted just such a target, a lone human female, probably in her early twenties, dressed like a typical Jedi padawan. While he did have a sense of honor of sorts, a padawan would be an equal to him in rank, even if in terms of capabilities he surpassed most that he had encountered so far. Even so, he wasn't above pouncing on an "easy", isolated target. As the padawan approached, he jumped over the edge of the balcony and landed in front of her, blocking the path ahead.

"A war zone is no place for a child like you, run along now" he sneered, well aware that [member="Sai Fel"] was more likely to attack him than actually heed his words, a possibility that he was already prepared for.

 

[Sai Fel]

LOCATION: JEDI TEAM
ALLIES: REPUBLIC/JEDI
ENEMIES: ONE SITH
gear

Sai Fel turned her head and looked at the man, she wasn't in padawan robes. She was in red gleaming armor and didn't need to speak seeing the sith. Her gut tightened but this was what her father had prepared her for with the others, this was her chance to show she wasn't just the runt of the family as her blade came up and at the ready. The snap hiss as the silver blade ignited and Sai Fel stepped forward letting her heavier boots crunch the debris on the ground underfoot. She knew how to duel, but more important she knew how to get the most out of the armor the imperial knights wore. The biggest surprise being in the gauntlets whihc now the right held the symbol of the jedi emblazoned. She spoke having a small smirk of enjoyment and pride. "I assure you I am more then capable for galactic cockroaches like yourself." There were better insults but the old master armorer had said using such things was beneathe the daughter of an emperor.

 

[Darth Armyss]

Location: Somewhere away from the main brawl
Opponent: [member="Sai Fel"]

It seemed that Albrecht had been watching the wrong target, but nonetheless, he took this in his stride. The Jedi appeared to be wearing the armor of an Imperial Knight, which had trace amounts of Phrik interwoven into it, and while this might provide some extra protection against lightsabers, it would only have a negligible impact as there wasn't enough to really hinder a blade, especially if one aimed for the seams in between the armor's components. The silver blade was an interesting choice though, as if it had been white, he might have actually believed she was an Imperial Knight for a moment...if it wasn't for the fact that the Empire they had served no longer existed.

"Come now, surely there is a better way to settle our differences than with petty insults" he answered nonchalantly, as charming as ever, even to his adversaries. He reached up and undid the clasps that held his robe on, letting it fall away to reveal a simple black ghi underneath, the typical garb of a Sith swordsman. He paced to the side for a moment, his predatory, yellow eyes fixed upon his foe. After a brief moment, he stopped and removed a lightsaber from his belt, the hissing of his crimson blade being the only thing that gave away his attack as he lunged towards the Jedi with a wide, sweeping blow aimed for the mid-section.

 

[Maya Carrick]

LOCATION: Where the actions and over whelming emotions are flowing from.
ENEMIES: Hasjo Hallu @Skosk Fett, Cree Oyaya, Zaren Bouqi | Silver Order - Rasu Gan, Saki, Hasjo Hallu [member="Lok Jorunn"]
ALLIES Darth Veles Darth Vornskr [member="Lady Exedō"]

The word was given but something in her own mind told her to hold back. Why did this happen for a number of reason. Being that she started to get over whelmed not by the smell of blood. That was just something she use to. It happen all over again. It had taken her a while to get over the first battle she had been in. Only thing that keep her brought her was a knight she had formed a bond to [member="Xander Carrick"]. It him that got her out of where she had put herself, getting her out enjoy the nature all around her. Going to need to draw upon this in battle for sure. All ready the emotion of the dead and dying was coming to her in waves.

Feeling what rolled off of Dark Veles once more the enjoyment of dishing out what he thought coming to those jedi. Finding herself wanting to step out to help but not for reason to kill like they was doing right now the one with Veles taking on the one known as Hasjo, her long time friend. Feeling what coming next what brought her out of cloaking. Knowing that Veles knew of his weakness.

Then came the other killings just as bad, the sounds didn't help knowing more souls was being lost right now. Wanting more then to use her power to cover the area would she ever be that powerful some day. Just knock all out both side treating them like when bad little ones that need a long time out from each other. To think what they are doing. Not to themselves. It ran deeper into her more so as she could feel the very core of the planet crying out for her to help.

But could she really do this as she had made her choice with the Darth Veles she was his to train. Wanting nothing more then to keep her son safe, was she letting him be what drove to the action she now found her on the other side. Facing her fellow silver jedi in battle. Calling up her streghth to see her through this battle coming in a blazing.

"Why does it always have to be this way, I WANT PEACE.", as if this had unleash what sleep inside of her. Uncaging what need to be done, as the force flowed around her by the choice it still the smokey grey of her own warrior cage. One she had started to learn to uncage when need. All that was going on she wouldn't step in wouldn't take part unless ..unless that time came that she had to drawl and fight.

 

[Sai Fel]

LOCATION: JEDI TEAM
ALLIES: REPUBLIC/JEDI
ENEMIES: ONE SITH/[member="Albrecht Tagge"]
gear

A raised eyebrow was all that was needed and she was moving letting the force whisper and caress her as the world seemed to slow down. Her own senses expanding out and like a broken image she could see the sith coming for her. One side had him now and the other it was his hands moving with the attack while she brought the blade. Her armor able to protect and take hits with the weave but she also had her gauntlets, pure cortosis for disabling lightsabers and she moved bringing her arm in and the cortosis gauntlet into the direct path to let it his her. Let it get the feed back loop that disables it and with the siths momentum coming at her bring the saber down and forward to the side from close range to try and bite into his left should down to the bone. The force was a useful ally and it was letting her block out distractions as needed with a clear setting of white noise buzzing in her head.

 

[Saki]

ALLIES: JEDI/REPUBLIC
ENEMIES: ONE SITH [member="Maya Whitelight"]
OBJECTIVE: VAAPAD WRECKING BALL
SECONDARY OBJECTIVE: KNOCK SENSE INTO MAYA
for equipment

Saki looked on, the sith were attacking and now it was a fight as she held her breath. The mandalorians throwing forcebreakers and unlike many of the people there she had been working on breath control for one reason.... She wouldn't have to breath in the fumes and lose her connection to the force for several hours. She focused on what was happened and heard Maya as the zeltron came into view andd moved. The one who had attacked Hasjo would be tired, maintaining a cloak while attacking was more tiring, the rest fell into place while the sith roaming around had her interst enough. Running at the zeltron Saki swung the weight... She felt the conflict and kept that loop closed before she jumped up swinging and striking the ground to send a quake and raise a small platform with the two of them on it.

Then she was standing there looking at her, her hands around the chain while speaking and pushing the force into all of her limbs. The muscles tightening and bulking to give her more strength, the force still rolling off of her while she continued to hold her breath to nix the pheromones. She stared blades at Maya and her face remained focused, calm and ready. "If you wanted peace, you chose the wrong side Maya. You know the people of this world are fiercely loyal to the republic sure they might disagree but they have fought against worse threats to preserve their life in the Republic. The only real way to take this world is through force of arms by your one sith."

Saki let it sink in while she moved forward more and let the weight impact with the ground while she kept the chain wrapped around her hand. The turadium nice for saber deflection and she remained at the ready if she tried to attack. "You chose to do this, you chose to betray your friends, betray your cause for your own what? Did he promise you power? Did he promise you that you'd be the strongest healer? The darkside doesn't heal Maya it destroys and the corruption of it will break your body apart while you try to give pain killers instead of real healing. Only the strongest most wicked sith knew how to bludgeon reality to save people. You want to do that? Do you want to be the big bad of the galaxy and kill everyone so you can try and heal the ashes?"

Saki reached out with the force now and focused on the ground to make more fissures and shift the earth pouring raw energy until the platform they were on was away from the others enough to try and make it an effort. She needed to break through this girl who was still trying to force things. She had a reputation sure but that didn't matter and now. "So what is it Maya, what is it that is so important you betrayed everyone? Huh I want to know that way when I tell your friends, when I tell Xander and Hasjo why you have betrayed them they will be able to see your selfishness."

 

[Darth Armyss]

Location: Somewhere away from the main brawl
Opponent: Sai Fel

The Acolyte quickly deactivated his lightsaber before the cortosis gauntlet could block it, thus preventing the blade from shorting out, then reactivated it to parry the Jedi's attack. He recognized the move, as this wasn't the first time he had faced an opponent with Cortosis gauntlets, and had adapted his fighting style to prevent his weapons from being disabled after having that exact problem nearly cost him his life during a tiring duel in the Jedi Temple Archives on Coruscant. It was technically a move used as a feint to avoid a foe's deflection, then strike them on the inside of their defenses, but as it turned out, it worked well for countering Cortosis as well.

He pushed back against his foe's weapon then took a step back. Perhaps his opponent wasn't an amateur after all, he thought for a moment as he, too, began to channel the force into his movements. Unlike the white noise of the Light Side, the Dark Side was an eternal tempest, roaring with the ferocity of the strongest storms, but nevertheless had much of the same effect, allowing his strikes to be faster, and more precise. This also gave him, more or less, the ability to plan ahead while he fought, particularly in regards to how to counter his adversary's cortosis weave gauntlets. The most direct method, he knew, would be to simply deactivate and reactivate his blade to avoid the cortosis, but there was another way: that would be to aim a blow right for the seams on said gauntlets where the cortosis weave segments met. If he could precisely aim a strike for those minute gaps, they would be rendered useless at protecting her.

Spotting another opening, he sidestepped the Jedi, this time with another slash aimed towards her lower back.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Location: The Iron Citadel libary
Allies: The One Sith,
Enemies: evil jedi, and what the BLANK is [member="Aedan Miles"] doing here

Darth Banshee had made her way through the kitchen, she was still cloaked. She then entered the library, it was under attack by multitude of Jedi. This how ever did not concern her, the mandalorians did. She has bled for them, she had fought by their side she had aided them when ever she could. So how do they repay her, they attack her home. They attack her friends, they attack her family. This could not stand, what has she done to them to deserve them doing this too her.

She Then saw his escort, a low ranking mandalorian @skosk fett. She recognized him and his weapon. She had deal with that first. So she moved under cover of her force stealth towards him. Then positioned her light so when she lit it, it would cut through his weapon. Their was no point trying to kill the warrior as his beskar would stop her blade. She un cloaked herself as she lite up her blade, and went to cut his force breaker in two..........

 

[Darth Veles]

Allies: [member="Maya Whitelight"] [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Darth Naomi"]
Enemies: [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Hasjo Hallu"] @Skosk Fett

His attack seemed to have worked well, and when Lord Vornskr added his Force lightning, Veles knew they were going to win. The amphibian smiled and allowed himself to rest, his body desperately needing more energy after using quite a few Force powers in quick succession. Breathing heavily, Veles watched their Nautolan opponent fly over them and start making his way out of the battle while the Dark Side started filling the Sith Knight with much needed energy. It would not hurt to speed up the process though. Without any further hesitation, the Mon Cal raised his hand and used a power known as Force drain in an attempt to steal some of the Nautolan's energy as several streams of red tendrils flew towards the fleeing man. It wouldn't hurt the target, just drain him of the Force and stamina and then slowly rob him of life energy.

Instead of his intended pursue of the running Jedi, Veles found himself being pushed back by someone's telekinetic attack. He had not expected that, but luckily took no damage thanks to his reinforced skeleton. His back hit the wall and the left eye angrily swiveled to look at the source of this attack. A Mandalorian, judging by the armor. With a lightsaber and Force powers. Not a good combination. "I thought Mandalorians were honorable," Veles snickered, both of his blades pointing down and drawing lines in the ground as he took a few steps forward, "And here I see you helping a war criminal. Tell me, Mandalorian, why are you here? One Sith have no quarrel with you or your people." The blade in his right hand flicked up and pointed at the man.

 

[Sai Fel]

LOCATION: JEDI TEAM
ALLIES: REPUBLIC/JEDI
ENEMIES: ONE SITH/[member="Albrecht Tagge"]
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Sai Fel moved, her body reacting with the force before her brain fully comprehended it and her grip shifted going into a reverse grip so her saber was activated behind her back as she pushed off and forward. Djem so was a great form for getting the counters after a blow, her hand down low and to her side as she pivoted on a heel. The black cape behind her armor fanning out and her eyes locked at the man. Thoughts of emptiness cleared her mind and she did what the instructor from her fathers honor gaurd taught her. Her mind going back to his statements and lessons while she focused.

Princess Fel when your blade it against an opponents do not push back. Allow your weapon to flow like water down the length of their weapon and ascend. Your weapon it an extension of yourself and you are a servant of the force as embodied by the emperor. Her eyes remained locked before sliding, letting the blade glide along the length in a flowing water cut and she flicked her wrist. A small gesture to remove it from the blade by centimeters and whipe around to shiim burn the hand. Then Sai Fel moved, popping up with force energy in her body and her blade coming up with her in a full brunt ascension of a waterfall.

Djem So had a few techniques but relied on quick powerful counters and she had one in mind while thinking about his use of trakata, deactivating the saber blade for himself would let her blade pass through and up towards his face. A dangerous gambit when her armor could take a blow or two and his focus would be divided to much to try a precise strike to the gaps in her armor. So she had another factor if he dodged as she believed and prepared to drop into a falling avalanche while her boots went forward for rapid kick to try and knock him off balance.

 

[Skosk Fett]

[member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Aedan Miles"] @Darth Vornskr

Location: Main brawl, the library
Allies: Anyone helping the republic
Enemies: One sith
Objective: Help Aedan
Auxiliary Objective: fight the incoming sith

Was the sith stupid? Why the kark, would anyone, cut a grenade launcher in half, with fourteen rounds in it? Seven rounds being force breaker rounds, and seven being explosive debris rounds. One force breaker can cut a force user off from the force for hours, imagine how much seven rounds can do. Adding this onto, the seven explosive debris rounds, where both combatants are in the initial blast, neither side would be getting up, for awhile. The entire fight would hear this explosion, and its debris hitting them, with the added force breaker effect. Boom!!!!! The explosion was massive, in all directions debris hit combatants, but most initially the sith pest, she would not be able to block them all in such a close proximity. Gas filled the air from the force breaker, his opponent would definitely lose ability from the force for the entire day, but Skosk was also hit hard. Not from the force breaker, but from the debris. It the force from the explosion made him fall down, hard. The huge, muscular, bodybuilder was scarred, he had lost a lot of blood to his arms, and would continue to do so until someone had saved him.