Triffis Drifters [CIS Dominion of Triffis Hex T-41]

[Aspect of Defiance]

Location: Hevvrol sector [Triffis System] - Triffis -

For quite some time the droids of the Confederacy have been plagued with intermittent software… Malfunctions. They have become hostile, violent, and seem to only follow a primary objective of destroying all organic life in their path. From Seltos, to Cularin, the CIS have sought a solution that always seemed just slightly out of reach. A missing line of code, stubborn firewalls, and even rampant replication of the virus always stood in their way. The recent acquisition of an ancient AI discovered in the paradoxical time-fluxes of Cularin allowed the Offices of the Minister of Science managed to make some headway.

With an effective malware removal kit in play, the state of affairs had started to go back to normal. Gone were the nationwide fears of a droid turning on its Master. Gone were the days of fleeing their own homes, simply, because of the threat that presented itself in a nation full of potentially homicidal robotic creations. To that end, the CIS has begun anew. Their first stop on a new dawn is the world of Triffis. Home to Podracing, a famed Museum, and even a newly reinstated Droid Factory.

Triffis had also been suffering from the virus and had temporarily closed their factory and shut down the foundry. Citizens would be pleased to see it in working order again. No one is used to a life without robotic helpers to take care of the mundane for them and it's been a rather difficult adjustment. This was a day everyone seemed to be looking forward to.

Thankfully, the Fortressa arrived in the orbit of Triffis without incident. The CIS had offered their flagship to dignitaries, officials, and even high-profile racers who might want to watch the proceedings of the "Triffis Drifters" in air-conditioned luxury. It was not the largest, but, it was one of the longest races in the verse, lasting three days, minimum. The holo-screens would do immaculate justice to an event that otherwise might be filled with sand and exhaust fumes.

Everything was running smoothly. The day was perfect, the sun high, and the arena on the planet below was filled to the brim with excited fans. Crowds roared as the pods and their racers paraded across the track and under the stone archways. It was a proud tradition on Triffis as they boasted one of the more famous podracers in years gone by. Many raced to earn glory on grander stages, like Tatooine, but the Triffis Drifters were a matter of pride.

Besides, at least one the racers would earn their place among the famous. Since the CIS had been invited to join in the festivities, it could even be one of them or an ally.

Loud cheers roared up as different flags moved across the starting line. It wasn't the first race of the day but the audience still treated it with equal enthusiasm. Each pod took its starting position. The crew moved out of the way as announcers gave each name of the racer. Special guests cheerfully rang the gongs, and the pods raced off. Dust flew around and in a blur, they were gone. Spectators pulled out their view screens and watched each pod go around the first turn. Three of the drivers spun out and their pods exploded just as the screens began to fizzle and flicker out. The ground trembled.

Most people still cheered, but the more it shook, the more they noticed. Whole sections were stunned to silence when the middle of the arena began to crack and crumble. Excitement turned to fear, cheers became screams, and civilians began to flee in terror when the ground burst. Droids of all shape and size began to pour out like an ant hill that had been exposed. Podracers crashed trying to avoid the chaos while others were shot down on sight.

The virus was back.

Objective 1:

Were you on the ground when the Droids attacked? In the arena? Or perhaps you were visiting the nearby Museum or were you brokering some sort of deal? Perhaps, doing a little gambling on the outcome of the race? If you're capable of joining the fray this would be your time to shine. Within the Triffis Drifter arena are a variety of homicidal droids to take out your issues on. Let's be honest, we all have them. Help the loyal podracing fans escape. Protect them and turn those uppity robots into spare toaster parts!

Objective 2:

Something strange is happening on the Fortressa. From the moment in which the infected droids broke ground in the Triffis Drifters arena the faithful CIS SSD seems to be on the fritz. She hasn't opened any airlocks, but, she has snapped a few fingers in a couple portals. She has cut the lights randomly, frozen the chocolate fountain, and all sorts of things that the Fortressa typically does not do.

The engineers and scientists on board believe her to be fighting the viral infection but it is becoming clear that prolonged stay on the Fortressa is no longer an option. Guests are being directed toward escape pods while Confederate officials are working to contain the rising number of problems. Droid units have begun to activate of their own accord and they are most definitely out for blood.

Protect the scientists and engineers while they try and figure out what's going on. Safeguard the guests while they escape to Triffis and do your best to keep the Fortressa afloat. If the thrusters and systems stop responding the massive ship could get caught in the planets gravitational pull...It would be catastrophic.

Objective 3:

So, none of the above is your bag. That's cool. We welcome any fresh and new ideas for writing that you may have. Want to visit the local knock-off Red Lady? Collect some sculptures? Do a little unsavory business that your government need not know about? This objective, friends, is for you.

Spoiler

[member="A'Runda"]
[member="Aiden"]
[member="Akabane"]
[member="Alexandrite"]
[member="Alora Fae"]
[member="Alwine Lechner"]
[member="Amarant deWinter"]
[member="Amaya Cardei"]
[member="Amethyst Atreides"]
[member="Amethyst Sovereign"]
[member="Andi Americus"]
[member="Anya Malvern"]
[member="Arabella Darkhold"]
[member="Archim Calixis"]
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[member="Aya Clarke"]
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[member="Caid Centurion"]
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[member="Cardinal Vi'dreya"]
[member="Carith Thelcar"]
[member="Chikako Liona"]
[member="Cim Salro"]
[member="Corvus Dravere"]
[member="Daisy Americus"]
[member="Damsy Callat"]
[member="Danger Arceneau"]
[member="Daniel Americus"]
[member="Dalton Kenway"]
[member="Darth Tacitus"]
[member="Darth Timorem"]
[member="Darth Zurvan"]
[member="Dauntless.Luna"]
[member="Daxton Bane"]
[member="Derek Dib"]
[member="Dhakarta"]
[member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"]
[member="Drauchir"]
[member="Ella Nova"]
[member="Erin Tenel"]
[member="Fawn Alzi"]
[member="Gerwald Lechner"]
[member="Gray Venasir"]
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[member="Ithiel Verd"]
[member="Jade Isara"]
[member="Jamie Pyne"]
[member="Jennifer Blanchard"]
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[member="Josh DragonsFlame"]
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[member="Kyle Naktis"]
[member="Lady Psyona"]
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[member="Lirka Ka"]
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[member="Scherezade deWinter"]
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[member="Sola Marr"]
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[member="Tmoxin Temi"]
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[member="Varick Lechner"]
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[Scherezade deWinter]

Wearing: Armor | Leather Pants | Honey Boo Prototype Combat Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Hidden Wrist Blades | Knight Obsidian Sword | 4 Glitter Bullets
Location: The Fortressa
Tags: TBD

The Fortressa. Madalena did not know why, but more than one thing inside her signaled that she did not want to be there. She couldn't for the life of her figure out why or what it was. After all, she had never been on this SSD before, and her presence on it was nothing special; she just here for some guard duty as part of her being with the Knights Obsidian, at least until they reached the planet. After that she was supposed to hop a pod and go planet-side.

That, at least, had been the plan. But plans aside, and reality aside.

The droids were upon them.

The halls of the Fortress were full of shooting, laser beams jumping off metallic walls, droids out for blood. Many people, too many people, that were on the Fortress at present, were not combatants. They were scientists, dignitaries, people who were more likely to shoot themselves in the foot than hit a droid with the blunt end of a butter knife.

Madalena cursed. Her knives swam around her as both her lightsabers came out. There was no mercy for the droids. But the Fortressa could spit droids out if it wanted to, and right now, all droids were against them.

"Anyone there?" she asked, hitting hercomlink, "the droids have gone turbo on us. Everyone on the Fortressa in danger. Can't protect everyone. Need anyone who's listening to do what they can to turn these motherkrakkers off or help me protect the civilians!"

A blaster shot hit her in the stomach as she turned her speaking end of the comlink off. Madalena, not for the first time, was more than happy about the armor she wore. Charging forward, it did not take too long before the droid was a heap of scrap metal. But she was only one person. The droids were many, and they did not need to sleep or to rest or to even catch their breath.

One was easy to kill. A swarm…

And then a realization hit her.

Madalena broke into a run, going deeper and deeper into the Fortressa. Protecting the civilians would mean nothing if the droids were free to reach the reactor. If that was hit… Did they even have enough escape pods for all the people that were on the ship right now?

 

[Rashae]

Objective 2 and a little home brew or you know here to support whatever

Medical fleet: 8 medical corvettes equipped with medic speeders for evac and ground EMT type stuff. Two Nebulon B medical frigates. One command vessel fitted for research. Four heavy freighters. All vessels will be polished metal with white and red plus symble on it boldly to mark them as medical and non combative.

Rashae came on the command deck of her newly minted command vessel as she answered the chaotic difficulty on Triffis. The fortressa was in view that was in orbit of Trffis and her commander gave the order to hang back.

“Lets get the corvettes down on the surface. Assess the situation. Where is those computer science geeks?” She asked from her great chair watching the scene before her. It was rather picturesque and by looking who would know that the droids and a virus was wrecking havoc. “Reach out to our associates on the Fortessa that Ministry of Science is here to lend a hand to this problem. “

A series of Ayes could be heard. It took a few minutes as she watched the corvettes leave the frigates to head to the planetary surface. “Reginald Beavus is here M'lady. “

She turned to see the overly large adams apple pencil necked computer science expert. He had acne problems on top of the rest of his disheveled appearance. Did he not know that there is medical intervention for that? She smiled politely. “Mister Beavus do we have a source on this virus problem?” She asked directly with an expression like ice.

“umm. Well no. ma'am. Umm. From reports they thought it was contained. But we do.. I mean.. umm. We need samples. “ He pulled at his collar as the ice queen looked at him steadily.

“I suggest you get the sample as we have our people in the middle of this. Do it.. now!” She said to the nervous computer man. Who left stumbling and falling over things.

“Minister Lovous I don't know why you entertain that one. “ Said the lieutenant commander.

Before Rashae could answer her loyal and trusted Commander came in and answered for her. “Because pencil necked geek is the best in computer forensics in three sectors. I think we can suffer some personality quirks for that kind of mind. “

“Thank you Commander. “ Rashae said smoothly as she looked out. “All com channels, put the word out we are here and need lead ins. Who needs what help and we need a freaken sample of the problem. “

She said as though the insufferable geek that couldn't put two words together smoothly said something most accurate, they needed a contained sample without infecting their own systems. That much the Minister understood. Rashae's area of expertise was genetics.

 

[BNI-Bella and BNI-Leo]

Location: The Fortressa [Orbit of Triffis] - Dining Hall​

Plans: Get to Engineering/Research to see how to help. ​

BNI-Bella and BNI-Leo spun gracefully around the frosted over chocolate fountain in the main dining hall. Something seemed to have the humans in a tizzy. Neither droid paid much attention to the blaster fire and screaming. What was it to either of them? The Mistress Talon had gone to the surface to try her hand at the races. She was quick, flying through the Brightlands of Ryloth, and thought her reflexes might be able to translate well in the Triffis Drifter races. She was right of course.

[member=”Srina Talon”] could do anything.

At least, that was what either rabbit would tell anyone who asked. Their little paws held together whilst they skated across the confectionary ice rink with no small amount of enjoyment. They’d often used the chocolate fountain as a distraction to escape the wrath of some organic or another. For some reason, humans saw it, and instantly got happier. It was anti-grumpy organic serum for sure.

When a blaster-bolt fired over Bella’s head BNI-Leo skid to a stop and placed himself protectively in front of her. During the last event they’d attended the blue-hued droid had been cut in half by none other than [member="Gerwald Lechner"]. His female companion seemed to forgive it. Leo could not. He reasoned that she had already been deactivated. She didn’t know.

Leo knew. It was horrible. The Wolf-Man was horrible.

The time for fun and games seemed to be over. BNI-Leo graciously helped BNI-Bella off the fountain top and the settled themselves near the base to watch the anomalies. Why were B1-Battle Droids attacking their human overlords? Why were the droideka units trying to murder the fat politicians? This was all very strange. “Do you feel that?”, the female droid piped up with a certain amount of anxiety coming from her speakers.

“Feel what?”, Leo asked. He was tense. He didn’t like the way she sounded and he didn’t like the sudden change in the status quo. The Fortressa, the grand, wide Dowager Queen that she was seemed to be upset. If she was programmed to feel upset. “Something is trying to sneak past our firewalls.”

“Something bad.”

“How bad?”

BNI-Bella looked at the crazed robots running through the dining hall in an effort to gun the organics down and the light in her singular eye faded. “That kind of bad.”

“Oh.”

Neither rabbit wanted to be taken over by some hostile virus. It would make them turn against their Mistress, and, could even get both of them decommissioned. BNI-Bella and BNI-Leo felt, in their own, very simulated way, terrible for the Fortressa. It was clear that she was fighting off the viral infection that made everything go topsy turvey on Seltos. They wanted to help but they couldn’t take the risk of accessing the data stream anymore. Prolonged exposure could just infect them too…

The voice of one of the Obsidian Knights, Madalena Antares [[member="Scherezade deWinter"]], echoed through the commlinks. She was asking for help with the current crisis. The rabbits looked at one another carefully. What could they do? They were very small, while everyone else, was very very tall.

“What do we do Nine-One?”

Should they hide? Find the Mistress? Find the angry loud-mouthed Vicelord with too many spawn? Fight?

“Let’s go to engineering or the research pods. See what the humans are cooking up...Maybe we can help shut some of our friends down before they get themselves turned into scrap.”

Bella nodded, though, she seemed scared still. Both locations were a long way from the dining hall.

 

[Darth Metus]

I​

For a moment, the Jedi deluded himself into thinking all was well.

In recent history, the greatest strength of the Confederacy had gone haywire. Droids of all shapes and sizes had been infected with some type of virus - causing the absolute worst case scenario to become reality. From Seltos and beyond, the Knights Obsidian were dispatched to stand as first responders to the threat of domestic obliteration. Their blades eagerly raised in the defense of the citizenry; and many good Knights met their end under a hail of formerly-friendly blasterfire. It was a situation that left a bad taste in Josiah's mouth, but he never commented much on it. Reason being, he was always being shuttled off to one hellscape to the next so quickly that he didn't have time to. All that mattered was getting in and preserving as many lives as possible.

There were times when the fighting reminded him of the waning days of the Galactic Republic. Every evening was spent wondering if it would be his last. And every victory was fleeting - for just how long would they be able to enjoy the hard fought peace. Needless to say, the Obsidian Jedi was tired. And when word reached his ears that a solution to their plight had been reached, Josiah was happy to breath a sigh of relief. For the first time in what felt an eternity, he felt pent up stress ease away from his shoulders. He could even convince himself to enjoy the latest venture of the Confederacy: a Pod Racing gala on Triffis. The world was only a stone's throw away from his former domicile of Chroma Zed - and thus the Jedi found himself ruminating on a pitstop there when the tremors began.

The succulent fried dessert that was clutched within his grasp fell as the earth gave way. Automatons cracked open the terra firma and clawed their way onto the track and into the stands. Panic gripped the populous in a matter of seconds. And while the world turned to utter madness all about, Josiah did not feel a fervor erupt in the pit of his stomach. His heart did not flutter at one hundred parsecs a minute. He did not feel the inclination to flee away from the iron monstrosities. Rather, a weary huff fell from his lips. For but a moment, his expression was haggard - one of a warrior that had fought too many battles in too short a time. But he lulled his eyes to a close. A calming breath was stolen from the chaotic air, steeling his nerves for what had to be done.

And though he walked through a valley in the shadow of death, he feared no evil. For the Force was with him. It fell mightily upon his shoulders, seeping into every sinew of his being. It empowered his steps and urged him forward. His hand found and seized his lightsaber in a fluid, practiced motion - and with but a flip of his finger the golden blade burned into being.

And like the fallen Knights before him, Josiah ran towards the danger as the people ran away. His blade raised in defiance of the danger, cutting down the metal adversaries which dared to oppose them. He would buy time - as much as he could - and pray that his colleagues above and below could remedy this plight once and for all.

Nearby: [member="Scherezade deWinter"]​

 

[Gerwald Lechner]

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Post #1​

w. [member="Alwine Lechner"]​

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Pod races, from the farms and battlefields on Stewjon this event was something of a myth which neither Gerwald nor Alwine had ever seen. When the opportunity to enjoy them came forward, they took it. Most days their schedules were busy, but today they made the time to be there for the race. The crowd was ecstatic, but there was something wrong. Gerwald could feel it in his bones, a sense he wish he did not have at times. He turned to his sister, because he knew she would know as well.

The shadow was what he noticed first. Lifting his eyes, Gerwald saw the image of the Fortessa above them. This was not good. Tremors were felt beneath his feet, and the wolf inside him felt agitated. When ground began to swell Gerwald knew they were not going to be watching a pod race. Grabbing his lightsaber he launched from the stands to the ground.

"Alwine with me," he pressed into her mind as if she wasn't already behind him, but he knew.

Gerwald let out a massive war cry as he charged into the fray of droids which were coming out of the ground.

 

[Alwine Daye]

Wearing: Obsidian type Strike Armor | "Executor" Boot Exclusive
Wielding: Obsidian Knight Sword

The day had begun so well. After all the things that had happened, Gerwald and Alwine had found time to spend together. Not to deal with the mess that surrounded their lives, not to fight, not to go after anything or anyone, but just to spend some quality time with each other. Neither had seen pod races before, and Alwine thought her eyes would roll out of their sockets with all the sights they beheld. Podraces! She dearly wanted to see if she could control one, even for a moment, but those things seemed too dangerous! Deliciously dangerous!

There was a bag of salted pretzels in her hand, and every so often she would pause in her steps to take a handful of them. She had been so taken in with the sights and things to see that the sense of dread did not touch her until she caught Gerwald's gaze. The two were close enough to each other that sometimes, a look could say all that words would take too long to. She cursed herself for being too distracted to notice it earlier.

Chocolate brown eyes followed the sky blue one of her brother, seeing the Fortressa above them. In the sky itself she saw the corvettes landing. And then the ground…

Alwine froze in her place. She knew she should have started running. She knew she should have reached for her weapons. But for that moment that seemed to last an eternity, she froze and could not move.

Thank the gods that Gerwald sent her the message. His voice in her head snapped her from her freeze mode and she nodded, bringing her sword from its sheathe.

Gerwald had mentioned before that he could not wait for the moment he and Alwine faced a battle field together. It appeared that today would be the day this would be tested. Alwine was behind him only for a moment; a few more steps and she caught up.

The surface of the planet did not allow for Alwine to use her vine trick. Sand and rough terrain meant she had to rely on the other things she knew. She reached out with her sword, cutting down droids to her right and to her left. There were… There were so many of them!

"It's like an ant nest!" she screamed, still cutting them down, working as much in synergy as she could with her brother. Would they be able to face them all? Where were other warriors of the Confederacy? Was there no switch to shut all these droids down?

The training Alwine had undergone with Caid and Jaron paid off. She was focused. She knew what to do. And still, she could not help but look on and worry. This was not a battle that two Lupines could win on their own. Not unless... No. The inferno would be a last resort. She would not submit her brother to be near if she had to make it happen.

 

[Larentia]

Location: Podracing
Tags: TBA, Open
Wearing: This, no mask

The future Queen of Figaro Favoura VII remained upon the Fortressa upon her advice. Katrine had argued the point but there were things the warrior knew that the other woman didn't. This was one event Larentia knew all too well. It was history. And if something was history for her, it was knowledge. Advanced knowledge of events that had yet to come to pass. Today, the virus was returning. The crowd knew nothing, enjoying the childish games in front of them. Games and bread for the clueless masses, the old books said - give your slaves some form of primitive entertainment to distract them from their hardship and hunger, and they would continue to follow you. The Lords of Old had their ways but so did they, today. Either way, the masses were enjoying themselves until the screens began to flicker.

Larentia raised her hand to her shoulder, her sword on the back, as she waited. Against the exposed flesh of her cheek, she felt the demon breathe. He was always there before the battle. He was the strength that danced beneath her skin, he was in every drop of ichor inside her blood. She was his human form. He was her soul. He was the monster that lurked inside her, waiting for her to begin, to dance, to fight, to kill. It was why Aren could so easily occupy the law of the Lady's protector. She was a warrior, a demon in human form, a monster in a girl's shape. She was Lupine.

And she drew on her sword as the screens flickered a second time, fingers wrapping against the hilt, fitting perfectly against the leather. What could a sword do against the machines? Only someone who's never seen the warrior fight could ask that. She was merciless, a dog of war. No, a wolf of war. A small smirk spread across her face as the machines began their descent.

"Hold tight. Live to see another day," she muttered against her suit's comlink, to the Nightmother before her blue gaze drifted to two faces she recognized. [member="Gerwald Lechner"] and [member="Alwine Lechner"], charging into battle. They too were meant to survive this day. And while she had seen them in battle plenty of times, this today was different. She had never seen them fight machines.

With that thought, Larentia moved quickly, freehand resting against the railing which she jumped over, before she too charged forward, more than just her sword at her disposal. Summoning the Force to her aid, before she would strike, she used her telekinesis to push one machine away from her, to its back before she jumped over it and rammed her sword into it, once, twice, until she could see it short circuit. She might have been of a primitive planet, but she knew enough to know what it took to end them. Another had come to her back, pulling on the blade of her weapon. Instead of releasing it, Larentia flew away along with it, slamming into the ground, the impact of the hit-making her roar with anger. She wasn't done yet.

 

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

Song


Allya was never one for soft cushions and air conditioning. The roar of the engines, the dust, the screams
of the crowd, it always excited her. Dressed fully in her armor, and cloak, with all her weapons, the girl watched the podraces. Screaming at the racers took off, using her onboard scanners to keep track of the action, she was in her element here. Jumping up and down, clapping, raising her fist in a cheer, the Sithling was the image of armored enthusiasm. It was from here, she saw the destruction, the droids erupting from the ground.

Violence was not Allya's first reaction to anything, and if asked she would probably say she disliked using it. However, she would be lying to herself. The explosions, the danger, the blaster fire, it made the Sith in her rage, and the Mandalorian blood in her boil. When it was upon her, she lived for this. There was no hesitation, no fear, almost without thinking, her body moved, force jumping down into the Arena, using the jetpack to help cushion her fall. By the time she had hit the ground, her plain, leather clad lightsaber snapped to life with a harsh hiss. The blood red blade came out and was ready for action in one hand, in the other her trusty blaster, the Songbird was raised.

Blaster fired out strong and true, aiming for the heads of the droids popping out of the ground, trying to end them quickly. Saber lashed out, swatting away the blaster fire that strayed to near. Every so often, her body would twist to the side, to let a handful of blaster fire pass right around her. Her emotions roiled inside, feeding her powers as she tapped into the dark side. Two podracers were out of control heading straight for the stands. Eyes go wide, and she reaches out with her feelings, grabbing hold of the podracers. There may not be enough time, but, she had to do something to save the innocent. Pushing with her will, she forced her desire into being, as the podracers engines whined against the strain, before stopping mere meters in front of the wall separating the stands from the track. The racers jumped out, running for their lives. Growling, the girl turned the racers, towards the oncoming droids and released them.

The out of control podracers, ran full speed into the ant hill of droids erupting from the ground, slamming into them like a bowling ball before they exploded. A twitch of her hand, and she activated a comm unit to all Confederate Forces in the area. “Evacuate the Arena, prioritize the civilian lives.” The young Mandalorian Sithling headed straight into the ball of fire and smoke she created, blade still swatting away oncoming fire, while firing into the crowd. She soon found herself next to the Jedi Master, [member="Josiah Denko"] goading the droids into considering her a danger, to draw fire away from the civilians, at least that was the hope.

She was the daughter of Darth Metus, she was a child of the Americus Clan, there was no way mere droids would harm her people so long as she drew breath.

 

[Lirka Ka]

[SIZE=11pt]It had been fine festivities, for a time at least. Lirka had thought it may have been a rare instance where she could just enjoy herself, watch the carnage of a good podrace and maybe make some cash on the side. That had quickly proven to very much [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]not[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] be the case. And she could feel the blood rush to her head as she was engulfed in the purest of rage imaginable: she would rip apart these Droids, then she would rip apart the incompetents who allowed this to continue: one of her retinue of Honor Guard had already died fighting the droid menace. The single plate of his armor she kept at her side seemed to burn red hot, it was time for revenge.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She waded through a sea of civilians, her voice roaring like it’s own loudspeaker: amplified through both the force and her helmet, it oozed rage, bloodlust, all the things she had gotten herself known for:[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Forward, cowards! Those who cannot fight run, if you can lift a blaster!? You fight! Pick up whatever weapon falls or [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]I will throw you to the Droids myself!”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Lirka raised her Klaive to the sky, practically breaking into a charge and scattering the crowd even further: her nimble guard hopped their way through, B1s had ended up being the target of their swinging and stabbing blades: arms were removed, heads were cleaved in half, Lirka slashed three of the worthless rats in half with a single swing. What never felt the violent assault was the weapons of the Droids, each one clashing to the ground: she was trying to build an army. Well an “army”, at least a small and expendable bulwark of civilians till proper fighters could come.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]And she seemed to begin succeeding, a swinging shaft of one of the Honor Guard’s Glaives seemed to convince those too fearful to stand and fight that the massive armored woman was very much serious about throwing them for the Droids to deal with. In the wake of the vicious assault of swinging blades, burning with plasma filament those civilians willing to stand and defend their fellow man took up the discard blaster rifles: a motley force, they weren’t going to last too long without help. But they would bring as many of the metal bastards with them, erratic blaster shots from untrained “soldiers” did indeed try to fall the Droids: even killing a few of them with lucky shots.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Lirka knocked a B2 to the ground, violently stomping on the head of the poor droid till it was little more than caved in metal and broken machinery: her helmeted head threw itself as she roared out a command: any coward would’ve been wise enough to listen:[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]We stand here![/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She would’ve worked fine as a Iron-fisted commander of those non droid troopers it seemed, because those who hadn’t her threat stood: holding shaky blasters and standing against odds that would be all but impossible to stand up to.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Maybe she would have fun anyway.[/SIZE]

 

[Srina Talon]

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Location: Triffis [Planetside] - Triffis Drifter Arena [Near the Ant Hill]
Nearby: [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] | [member="Larentia"] | [member="Alwine Lechner"] | [member="Gerwald Lechner"] | [member="Josiah Denko"] | [member="Lirka Ka"]
Objective: [King of the Hill] Beating the pants off of droids in the Center of the Arena.

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Srina felt blissfully deaf. The wind rushed by like a storm and the collective hum of the podracer engine modules sang so loudly that she felt as if she would never hear again. She was wearing a pair of protective goggles and ear guards but it just barely seemed to take the edge off. Regardless, despite her serious expression, the little Exarch seemed to be having fun. It was a concept that most would assume entirely foreign to her. It wasn’t. She just pulled enjoyment from things most wouldn’t associate with a good time.

Combat, for instance, would always be her one true love. Podracing? After this?

Might just be a close second.

Her purple and silver podracer had been styled to play to her individual strengths. Engineers had designed it from the ground up with speed and agility in mind, and she had been unnecessarily assured, that any other racers would just be shooting for second place. The turbines were reliable, and the pod itself was both comfortable and aerodynamic. Despite the fact that the Triffis Drifter races were generally peaceable affairs, aside from the obvious explosions, there were two mounted canons capable of fending off potential foes.

It felt silly to equip a vehicle meant for sport with such an advanced auto-aim guidance system, but, she had found it useful to destroy debris and shrapnel before it managed to hit her or the pod.

Long white hair flowed unchecked behind her, like an ivory ribbon, and her lilac colored jumpsuit stood out among the dark dray interior of the pod. She went around every curve of the track by turning at the last possible second. Many times, it looked like she might crash, but she only increased speed and kept going. It was almost like dragon-riding on Ryloth. Only, the pod didn’t listen quite as well.

Srina had just pulled into third place when the ground erupted beneath them. The thrusters began to whine while the turbines fought to stay aligned. She banked hard to the right and cut off another racer just in time to avoid running into a B2 Battle Droid that was crawling out of the ground. She did her best to swerve out of the way but she was going too fast for such precision control. She ran over a B1 Battle-Droid and pieces of it got stuck in her left turbine. It didn’t kill it, but it did sputter, which caused the pod to dip a little and smash on the ground.

Absently—She hit the eject button on the pod and disconnected. The main seat dropped before she skid to a stop while the turbines went flying ahead and smashed noisily into a group of rampant droids. An explosion went off that was bright enough she had to squint. Srina didn’t have her saber, a vibroblades, or any physical weapon on her. She had been on Seltos when the droids turned. She knew exactly what this was. Hitting her commlink she tried to hail any Confederate forces that were close by but only got back static. Her comm must have been damaged. Still, she tried, and others might hear her broken transmission. “The virus has been reactivated! The Drifter Stadium is about to be overrun…”

She had to unhook her crashwebbing and duck low in the pod to keep from being turned into swiss cheese by both well and poorly aimed blaster fire. The pale woman wheezed a little, not realizing, that the sudden halt of inertia had bruised where she’d been secured. When the shooting halted for a moment she moved up and out of the pod to the other side. It was a bad place for cover. Almost, in the middle of the chaos. Right in the thick of it.

“Draw…”, she whispered, and from nothing, spun a beloved blaster. Her Holdin’ Aces was a constant companion that lay dormant as a ring on her finger. It would work for the time being, but, there were already many civilian casualties. She could see bodies littering the stands from wayward fire.

There were other Confederates nearby that had already taken up the fight, but, Srina also noted a cascade of silver corvettes rapidly descending just out of the line of fire. It was clear that they were medical transports from the big Red Cross but there really wasn’t a way to get the people to them without crossing a veritable anthill of psychotic robots. She smacked her holocomm and tried to get it to respond while she hailed the medical team [@Rashae]. “Shut off your data! Cut any wireless connections and don’t let any of the infected droids near your ships!”

She didn’t know if they heard, but hoped, they understood.

Srina could also see one of her Master’s children not too far away [@Allya Vi’Dreya] and a few other familiar faces, such as [member="Gerwald Lechner"], and [member="Alwine Lechner"]. Everyone seemed to be holding their own for the moment but the young Echani felt something cold running down her spine. It was a dark feeling, one, that would soon be explained by an explosion lighting the sky from far above.

The Exarch knew it then. The Fortressa was also under attack.

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

Location: Fortressa
Tags: TBA, Open
Wearing: This

Just a few short moments, the Nightmother had glanced at [member="Scherezade deWinter"], having recognized the girl's face. She remembered her face, just as she remembered that there had been so much pain when she thought of her. She didn't feel that pain, not anymore. There was no guilt. There was more of a surprise though, in the way the girl seemed as though she was looking right through her. Like she didn't see her. Maybe that was for the best. They had on the Fortressa together, the podracing underway. Katrine had wanted to be below with Gerwald, even if it was more than obvious his sister Alwine didn't like her. At least the siblings had managed to repair their relationship enough to be able to work together, she was happy for them. Her protector had insisted she stay on the Fortressa though and despite her desire to argue, she was gently reminded that a wise ruler listened to their advisors so Katrine had accepted this, not going down. She hadn't however expected all hell to break loose when it should have been done with. This was meant to be fun, a celebration. Instead, she heard Larentia's voice in her comlink before everything seemed to happen at once on the Fortressa. "Hold tight. Live to see another day," Larentia had said just before the shooting began.

Katrine raised her wrist on instinct, activating her bracelet light-shield before a blast could reach her, before she'd ran for cover, reaching into the ichor inside her blood, hand outstretched as her sword conjured from thin air as she heard her former Ward speaking, calling for assistance before she'd peeked out, making a quick count of the immediate danger before she'd rushed out, sapphire gaze noting the other girl already rushing ahead. She called on the Force again, using it to see into the droid closest to her, pulling his limbs into separate directions, ripping them off before using her sword to separate his head from the torse, cutting through the wires connecting them. Sparks flew before she focused on the next one, half aware of Scherezade running in the completely different direction.

Where was she going? No time to ask, another droid was shooting at her and Katrine was deflecting blasts. Why did it have to be droids?

 

[Alrich Vi'dreya]

Location: Fortressa
Armour: Cabur Beskar'gam
Ranged Weapons: Alrich's Slugthrower, H-13 Slugthrower Pistol
Melee Weapon: Vibrolasso

Alrich had been rather nervous a few times as after he got recruited into the CIS, he pondered on the sorts of jobs he could be enlisted on as a Mandalorian Protector... granted, he could be given any assignment by the CIS that he can choose to take on but he's more of a guy to follow then to take the initiative, he might be a bounty hunter and a criminal but deep down, he's a simplistic man who likes to have a simple goal in mind. That's how he's managed to survive this far and believes that's the best way to keep going.

From what seemed to be a normal and slow-paced day suddenly turned exciting as the echoes of blaster bolts ringed across the halls, which caught Alrich's attention. He wasn't one for festivities anyway, and it seemed that he indeed came prepared for when the clankers started to turn on everybody.

Soon came the crowd of innocents that came his way, a few bodies turned lifeless as the red bolts hit them, with a great number of B1's marching behind them. Alrich stood his ground and as soon as the civilians ran off safely, they adjusted their aim towards the masked Mandalorian Protector. A firefight followed, barrage upon barrage of red blaster bolts were swarming the armoured Alrich, which prompted him to bring out that portable shield on his right arm, the barrage eventually stopped as the majority of the bullets missed him, any other ones hit his armour or his portable shield which kept him safe and alive.

He flew into the air with his jetpack, a flaming stream excluding from his back as he aimed his left arm towards the group of droids, a launch of two rockets from his wrist launcher destroyed them instantly, with any remaining droids that were still functional would lack the limbs to continue fighting.

Believing this section of Fortressa to be handled, he moved onto the next to where those group of B1's came from, a few turns were made here and a few hall changes there and he eventually came across a group of civilians, being lead by [member="Lirka Ka"] to which he would move closer to the commander, getting her attention if allowed. "Hey! why are the civs fighting? we could use the help, but were meant to defend them." in all honesty, he didn't really care for the civilians lives, he just got the feeling that once this is all said and done, somebodies going to point fingers and intentional civilian causalities wouldn't help ones case.

 

[Labkahip Mordulla]

Objective: 2
Tags: TBA if anyone wants
Equipment: Lab Coat, Wrist Mounted blaster

In all honesty Lab had been trying to avoid any major events with the CIS and their bureaucracy. It wasn't to do with her past role as a Imperial Governor when the Galactic Empire was around, or the CIS ethics and other forms of government, no it was more to do with several snarky Viceroys that didn't like her. It was unknown if these individuals didn't like the Twi'lek due to her past allegiances, or the fact that the Imperial Civil war had left Rishi in shambles and without a proper military, leading to some forms of unrest. Either way said people seemed persistence on having Lab removed from her position of Viceroy and replaced with someone more 'to their liking'.

So, in her infinite wisdom the relatively inexperienced women had decided to come along on this little trip to hopefully better her image on those that didn't hate her. SO far things had gone, decent enough, the small events on the ship and mingling with the crowd doing well from what she could glean, but of course things had to go out the airlock for her, just as it always did. Not sooner had she started a nice conversation with a like minded individual had their head been blown off by a blaster bolt from a B2 battle droid, followed by panic and even more shooting, to say she had been scared half to death would have been an understatement, the blood on her face didn't help either.

Now, with a racing heart and sweaty palms Lab now crouched down behind a small turned over table, shooting down one of the many droid that slowly lumbered towards what ever direction they were going, if her memory was correct said hall way probably lead to the engine room or some other critical component. "Dammit it, if I could get into some sort of neural network connected to these droids I sear I'd be able to shut em down, but nope, these things have to be everywhere", she retorted ironically, reloading her wrist mounted blaster after the last mechanical being dropped down, it's wiring fried and frayed. "Finally, some time... that was a squads worth, and if they lay out the droids in regular protocol that means one squad every several meters, meaning I have 5 mintues until the next batch come, great".

 

[Lirka Ka]

[SIZE=11pt]She was being questioned by Mandalorian trash. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Of all the times.[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] A snarl pierced through Lirka’s helm as she swung her fist, knocking the head of a droid clean off. Oh how she wished it was the Mandalorian’s. Maybe it was actually for the best, her rage burned even brighter than before, and rage was power.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Her blade swung again and again, leaving a growing pile of scrap metal and discarded blasters: just as the bodies began to pile up among her stupid and desperate last stand.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“A few stand to save the many! Now stand and fight!”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]A Mandalorian, while being planet stealing scum, at least could fight: without a care in the world or just who the buckethead was she gave out the command. The swirling dance of blades the handful of Sephi were unleashing still seemed to do little to the nigh unending horde of Droids. Without waiting for the Mandalorian’s response, Lirka launched herself back into the fray with her honor guard: it was obvious who was actually holding the Droids back.[/SIZE]

[member="Alrich Vi'dreya"]

 

[Alrich Vi'dreya]

Alrich did his part to help in the fighting as well, he'd rather not waste the resources and arsenal at his disposal at mere B1 Droids or even the B2 Droids. From the violent display of the iron commander, he picked up one of the rifle blasters from the corpse of a B1 Droid, not an ideal weapon to work with but at least he doesn't need to quite waste his bullets and rockets on these droids yet.

Even though the civilians were doing their best to aim and shoot at the horde of droids, the sudden involvement of the Mandalorian's own aim saw an increase of the droids dropping to the ground, the difference could be seen between someones who's experienced in using a gun, compared to the civs who's never used one before.

After given that annoying response by the commander, he guessed there really wasn't any point in arguing about it. "Betenor... fine, if they wish to help it's not my place to stop them."

He'd stop worrying about their own safety and began to assist in the defence, staying back while the commander and her civilians began to push forward, his bolts were still helping them and hitting some of the droids which fell down to the ground the instant an opening would be given, a few difficulties were met against B2's since they were a bit more durable but they went down easy enough with consistent bolts hitting their frame. Even though the horde seemed endless and a few of the civilians might be dropping down, their defence seemed steady and as long as there's somebody attempting to fix whatever's driving the droids haywire, he's sure they'll get through this... though, he imagines that a majority of the civilians who are sticking with the iron commander won't be alive after this.

[member="Lirka Ka"]

 

[Taramaz Arcturus]

[SIZE=10pt]Theme[/SIZE]​

Wearing: [SIZE=10pt]Obsidian-Type Strike Armour [/SIZE]Knight's Obsidian Ring, Crushgaunts
Wielding: Dual Red Obsidian Lightsaber, DXR6 Heavy Carbine, Mandalorian Heavy Pistol
Tags: [Member=Scherezade deWinter]
Notes: The four other voices apart from the main one in the theme are the four commando droids. Also, the main idea is that the theme is meant to symbolise him trying to control his anger.
Location: The Fortressa

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Taramaz had managed to get himself trapped in a room with four commando droids, using some sort of camouflage device, which projected a realistic hologram around them, making them look human. How this had come to happen, he had no idea. It was a security office he'd been assigned to, it was near the reactor, ish. He had a camera system to watch the halls around him, and he somehow missed the droids, then again, they did look human, but now he was near them, he could sense their life, or lack of it.

He stood up, stretching, he grabbed his lightsabers, igniting the burning red blades, he ran at one of the droids that had started to converge on him, surrounding him, he slashed a it, but his blade was blocked by a vibroblade, and he striked again, getting blocked another time. He then threw one of his sabers at another droid, ducking under a vibroblade, cutting off the swinger's leg, knocking it down, he then slashed downwards, but got blocked again, then he drew his saber back. Then he stepped back, as his saber came rolling through, not unlike a droideka, slicing the downed droid's head clean off, he then blocked a few blaster shots, and caught his blade.

He then turned his lightsabers off, rolling to the side as a commando ran, slicing at where he was. He was taller than them, but they weren't short. When he rolled back to his feet, his lightsabers re-ignited, as he stabbed backwards to his left, stabbing into the torso of the commando droid that had sliced at him, causing it to drop to the floor. The remaining two droids threw the blasters aside after emptying their blaster packs at him, all of which had either missed or been blocked. Then they drew their vibroswords and ran at him, swinging down at an angle towards him, which he easily blocked, then quickly switched around. His lightsabers holding the vibroswords together, next to each other, as he deactivated his sabers, and ducked, winding up next to them, he then grabbed their arms, and crushed them with his crushgaunts, then threw them to the ground, falling down onto their vibroswords.

He then walked back over to the screen, and watched, as he saw the figure of a female, which the camera identified as a KO Pathfinder, running down a hallway. He then saw his reflection in the screen as the lights in that hallway blinked out, he touched his cheek, where there was a scar from Melinda, then his helmet extended, covering his face, as he pulled his hood up. He then walked out of the room, leaving the commandos destroyed.

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He started running, then saw two droidekas down the hall, with their shields up, shooting at a few civilians, who were hiding behind barrels and crates. He raised his hand in a choking fist, as the droidekas were lifted up, and then went limp, and dropped their circuits choked off by the Executor's force choke. He then ran again, vaulting over some barrels, leaping over fallen crates. He turned a corner, and was confronted by a group of about ten B1 droids. Easy work for him.

He ran at them, and as they started shooting, he slid, grabbing his saber with one hand, and using the other to slide down the slight incline , as he was practically laid down, sitting up. He slid pretty close to the droids before he pushed himself, sliding to another side, and down the gap at the side of the droid's formation, throwing his saber, cutting the first couple droids in the two rows down. He then hit one over their head, and threw it, bowling down more droids, then his thrown lightsaber cut through the rest, then changed path, cutting the remainder on the floor down. Before returning to his hand. He then deactivated it, clipping it onto his belt.

He ran through some more hallways, it took him mere moments before he found that female Pathfinder ([Member=Scherezade deWinter]) held up behind cover, being fired at by B2s, and droidekas. He walked up behind the droidekas, and stabbed one through it's back with his saber, as it had been able to pass through due to being deactivated. He then walked over to the over , and cut off it's blaster arms, and rolled it over to the Pathfinder, where it would stop, and form a shield. The B2s kept firing for a few seconds before turning around to fire at the Executor. Too Late.

He had already arrived behind one of them when they turned around, staring down at it, then ignited his saber, stabbing through it, as it crumpled down. The B2s had turned the wrong way, making them turn more to aim at him, as he ducked, and deflected a few of their shots back at them, hitting a couple, knocking them down. He then deactivated his sabers while the B2s missed him, their shots being altered in their course by less than an inch by the Executor to just barely miss him. Then he let go of his control of their shots, as his raised his hands, as if gripping an invisible ball in each, holding them up. Then closed his hands, the B2s crushing under the immeasurable pressure of the force that had just been pushed on them. Then dropped to the ground as the Executor let go, then he force pulled the droideka back towards him, it's shield down as it rolled, rolling straight through his saber, which he'd managed to ignite, cutting itself in half.

He then deactivated his saber, and started walking through the pile of B2s, looking forward, at the Executor, when he finally reached her, he walked right up beside her, and looked to his side, and down at her. Which wasn't really offensive to height, seeing as he was eight foot something, a miracle of birth. The mask of his strike armour blocking his eyes, which were slightly dilated with the power of the dark side, slightly. Then he spoke, his voice filling the room.

"Need some back up?"

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Wearing: Armor | Leather Pants | Honey Boo Prototype Combat Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Hidden Wrist Blades | Knight Obsidian Sword | 4 Glitter Bullets
Location: The Fortressa
Tags: [member="Taramaz Laurs"]

Deeper and deeper into the Fortressa she went. There were droids at every turn, blasters shooting at such speeds that they bounced off of walls, ricocheting, some of them hitting the droids back, though not with enough damage to take them out for her. Madalena was crushing them, her lightsabers splitting their droid-skeletons into unusable scrap material, but she knew it was not enough. Sooner or later, she would tire. The droids would not. Nd the action was too tightly packed for her to be able to pause, take a moment, and see how many other organic combatants were on the Fortressa as well.

She wished she'd had blasters with her that day. The Knights Obsidian armory held a whistle-demanding array of weapons that included ranged ones. Alas, Madalena was one who usually preferred to do the melee thing, and had not imagined when she woke up that morning that she would have to be prepared to face shooters as well. Sure, there was a slug with four glitter bullets attached to her hip, but those were the last glitter bullets in existence, and wasting them on a swarm of droids seemed mostly like a perfectly good waste of acid bullets.

Somehow, she'd end up finding herself behind cover, fired on by more droids. Her knowledge of droids, despite being part of the CIS, was lacking – she didn't know their numbers or models. All she knew was that she was in the process of destroying as many of them as possible. A tall man showed up ([member="Taramaz Laurs"]) showed up, helping the situation.

Madalena smiled as he offered her the backup.

"Yes!" she almost screamed, "Do you know how many other combatants are on the Fortress right now? How many droids are we dealing with? Is the Fortressa still making new ones?"

Motioning for him to join her, she broke into a brisk walk. His size did not intimidate her; she herself was tall for a woman, standing at six feet, and while eight feet something people were rare, they weren't completely unheard of. Besides, he was on her side, so that got him more cookie points anyway.

"I'm Pathfinder Madalena Antares," she said as the two turned a corner, coming into more droids. Her lightsabers worked fast, aided by the dozen knives he had hovering in the air, spreading out like a fan, hitting and stabbing anything they could, "we're going to the reactor. If these droids' AI's know anything, it's where I'm assuming they're going to try to hit. If that reactor goes down the Fortressa is going to sink. Probably onto the planet below us."

 

[Taramaz Arcturus]

[SIZE=10pt]Theme[/SIZE]​

Wearing: [SIZE=10pt]Obsidian-Type Strike Armour [/SIZE]Knight's Obsidian Ring, Crushgaunts
Wielding: Dual Red Obsidian Lightsaber, DXR6 Heavy Carbine, Mandalorian Heavy Pistol
Tags: [Member=Scherezade deWinter]
Notes: The four other voices apart from the main one in the theme are the four commando droids. Also, the main idea is that the theme is meant to symbolise him trying to control his anger.
Location: The Fortressa

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He had to admire the woman for her skill, you didn't typically find Pathfinders fighting legions of B1s, not just because they're on the same side. It impressed him, slightly. If he'd gone through her path, he'd likely have nearly tripped over droids several times. He then felt slight intrigue at how she could feel joy right before battle. Perhaps it had some relief mixed into it? who knew. He had to give her answers, answers to questions he couldn't give a definite answer to.

"Twenty other combatants, atleast a five thousand to ten thousand droids so far, the Fortressa could or could not be producing more, it's fighting the virus, so that could either mean it's shut down the production lines, or it hasn't."

He walked with her, noticing her lack of a proper blaster, he handed her his Mandalorian Pistol, and two reloads, plus the full canister already in the pistol. He then grabbed his sabers, igniting them.

"Executor Taramaz Laurs, the one who will now be making sure your body doesn't end up with the dead ones."

He jumped into the battle, his crimson blades leaving a crimson trail behind them as they started cutting down droids. He almost looked like a damn ballerina, spinning and twirling. He felt the dark side pushing against him, pressing, wanting to kill and destroy. He denied it, stabbing into more droids, then, he got hit a couple times in the chest and back, once or twice in the shoulder. Good thing the armour was pretty good, but he still felt a burn, a sting. He quickly chopped off the arms of the droids that had shot him.

He was destroying the droids easily now, walking through them. They were swarms but that worked to his favour, they had to be right infront of him to hit him, or else they hit their fellow battledroids. And those infront of him were cut down easily, that was, until a B2 pulled him down onto his back, and stomped on him, just barely missing his gut. And that B2 payed with his leg, then lost his other half, as he got sliced up through the middle, cut in half. He then kept fighting, but got pushed into a corner.

He force pushed them back, as he threw his sabers, grabbing his carbine, and started shooting, spraying down B1s. And those that got too close got hit and broken. He then put his carbine back on his back as his lightsabers returned to his hands, then to his belt, as they deactivated, and he raised his hands. His fingers outstretched like claws as the remaining droids around him started smoking, and burning as their circuits fried, force lightning flowing freely from his finger tips, right into them, connecting them all, before they dropped like flies. He then lowered his hands, and walked over to Madalena, stabbing two Commando droids that were behind her, poised to strike, then backed up against her.

He started swinging at droids that got too close, deflecting shots, moving some away with the force, as they gradually made their way through the hallway.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Wearing: Armor | Leather Pants | Honey Boo Prototype Combat Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Hidden Wrist Blades | Knight Obsidian Sword | 4 Glitter Bullets
Location: The Fortressa
Tags: [member="Taramaz Laurs"]

Madalena listened carefully to the information the man had to give. There were still too many variables that were unknown, such as the matter of the productions. But the most worrying thing; twenty other combatants facing five to ten thousand droids, with the possibility of more of them being on the way. It wasn't enough. Not when they had the civilians on the Fortressa to protect, whose numbers were much greater than those of the combatants.

A long series of curses in various languages that could make a sailor blush made their way out of the Sithling's mouth.

"Likewise," she replied as Taramaz said he would be making sure her body didn't join the pile of dead. So they had each other's back. That was always a good thing, especially when he was an Executor with the Knights Obsidian. Those people were meant to be living and breathing weapons. Madalena was suggested to the Pathfinders because of her chaotic streak, and while she was far from being a weak warrior, he usually had more to offer than a blade, rendering the efficiency of her blade slightly pale in comparison.

And then… He handed her a blaster. Madalena raised her gaze to Tamaraz, her expression full of gratitude. Strangers giving weapons and ammo. There should be more strangers like that. If the previous two minutes had been insufficient, the man had pretty much earned her stamp of approval on his butt. Figuratively speaking, of course.

Crimson and emerald blades sprang forward as the two carved their path forth in the droids. Tamaraz was a damned skilled fighter, and Madalena had an easy enough of a time falling into his tempo, joining the dance of slaying. When he fell to the floor, Madalena made to move to help him out, but was blocked by a massive droid who would have undone her had she not gone for him first. Part of her focus was always on her battle companion though, knowing she'd burst and get him out of things went overly bad.

But he got up on time and began to wield his Force abilities against the oncoming swarm. Madalena herself was fighting as well, sweat dripping down her face and down her back, but she kept on fighting, never once wavering, and… Entirely missing the droids behind her. She nodded to Tamaraz once she realized what had happened, and the two continued to make their way towards the reactor.

As she'd expected earlier, the closer they got, the more droids there were, and the more tightly packed they came. It was madness. "I need to touch you," Madalena said as the only warning before her hand came to rest against Tamaraz' arm. Instantly, a blue barrier covered the both of them, deflecting the incoming blaster shots. But that was not why she had done it.

Madalena closed her eyes. One by one, random droids began to combust, sending droid parts flying all around. The little bits that flew around were helpful in taking other droids out, almost like a chain.

Within moments, there were only stragglers.

The Sithling released her fighting partner's arm, lightsabers drawn again, ready to take of the last bits. If her calculations were right, they should've…

Krak.

There was the reactor. There were droids going for it as well. And Madalena was suddenly picked up by a giant droid boss monster who lifted her like she weighted nothing, and before she knew it, she was tossed towards the reactor, unable to stop herself in time before she slammed into it with full power. The droid boss monster then turned his attention to Tamaraz.

Madalena, near the reactor, was on the floor. The reactor, threatening to fall from its place above her head, was no longer functioning, electric flashes coming out of it, and everything was spinning.