Mission Vengence at Amfar [Open to Three]

[Kei Amadis]

Alliance Space, near the Mandalorian Border.
Amfar
Paradissa Beach
Hotel Vos-Paradissa
Noon, high sun.
OOC Thread

Paradissa Beach

The First Marked: Clan Kryze
Following: The Setup and The Reason

Amfar. A paradise of a planet, a perfect tourist getaway. Lush tropical views, welcoming locals, fine dining, relaxation, and peace. So much like Kashyyyk had once been to him. And soon, it would be something else Kashyyyk had become to him—death.

The sun hung high over a pristine sandy beach, casting its warmth over a magnificent resort. Laughter filled the air, the easy banter of those at rest. People were happy here. Despite the galaxy's larger turmoils, Paradissa Beach remained untouched, an unspoken neutral ground, and a place where war and politics were momentarily set aside in favor of relaxation or discourse.

Over a hundred members of Clan Kryze were present, marked by their actions that day. Whether they were here on vacation, as traders, or emissaries, it hardly mattered. They were here. Relaxed. Off guard. Not completely unready, because Mandalorians never were, but they were not expecting....

A statue rising before them in the hotel grounds, a breathtaking tribute to a warrioress. A woman with flowing red hair, captured in beautiful craftsmanship. She stood proud, powerful, untamed. A full-blooded Firrerreo with a spirit that could never be broken. -Elara- Even the Mandalorians who glanced at it might have admired its aesthetic, the raw beauty of a true warrior and loved soulmate. A wife, his heart.

Clad in full silver armor, armed with an array of deadly instruments, the figure sat watching. Kei's helmet off, silent, respectful. Nothing about him seemed out of place. If anything, he looked reverent, reserved, nodding to the workers as they completed their task. Mandalorians cast him a glance, noting his heavy armament—but then, they were not ones to overly question carrying weapons or wearing armor, most of them did so.

Had this been all, it might have been nothing more than a passing moment, a fleeting welcome memory for those present.

But that was not the story of this day.

OOC: Please Read Open to:

Spoiler

One Opponent, One Neutral and One Jedi from any order. The Jedi may become oppositional or neutral if wished. I will push this on if anyone is absent, as its important. Gear in the first combat post if/when we go there, assume an excessive amount of very nasty gear, and also at least one surprise.

 

[Ellissanthia]

Location: Paradissa Beach - Amfar
Objective: Kill the Clan Kryze Rallymaster
Outfit: Beach Dress
Tag: Kei Amadis

The excision of the Mandalorian culture was not a singular event, but rather, an ongoing mission. One that had not ended since the Kainate departure from Moridinae and the formal end of the Mandalorian genocide. The Kainate had since aligned its primary objectives away from the Mandalorian culture, but the policy of annihilation remained.

And when opportunities arose for further excision to be enacted, they were seized.

Attired in a breezy beach dress, Ellissanthia was not out of place amidst the crowd of vacationers who took up most of the resort. At her feet next to the right leg of the beach chair she had situated herself upon was a box containing her equipment, which she had not elected to don for the time being. It was only her violet-hued gaze, which swept intently across the crowd in search of Kei Amadis—the Jedi she had been briefed on—that might have marked her out.

Shifting her gaze towards the grounds of the hotel, Ellissanthia caught sight of a statue depicting a warrioress in motion. The Undine took a brief moment to study it, the craftsmanship manifesting an image of a woman who appeared as powerful as she was beautiful. However, her mission was focused around it and the potential relevance it bore to the Jedi she was searching for.

For it was a statue of Elara Wahia.

And indeed, it did not take long before Ellissanthia caught sight of Kei Amdais within the statue's proximity, who was situated not too far away from it. The Undine batted her lashes in surprise upon seeing that he was clad in full silver armor. It was a bold choice in her mind, but perhaps not an unwise one.

And yet, it was his imposing, openly lethal presence which reminded Ellissanthia that now was the time for her to change into her own gear, before certain events transpired without her.

 

[Kei Amadis]

The Remaining Marked of Clan Kryze: 92/100
Rallymaster: 1/1
Innocents: 50/50
Tag: Ellissanthia | Open | Open

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Elara's statue finished; the workers turned toward him, but he didn't see them. He saw her. The others filtered away, shadows moving toward the sand and stone of the beach and hotel. Nothing else on this planet existed. Nothing else would soon exist.

A step closer. His hands ached to lift her and hold her in his arms. Give her a thousand oaths he would never break. Remind Elara why she was the mother of his children, and the fire that burned through his chest.

Amadis lowered his head. "I love you."

He kissed his hand and pressed it to her stone lips.

"Last Kiss."

Helmet locked down. His HUD flickered alive in dark blue, targeting overlays sharpening into focus. His weapon was braced to his shoulder, and grieving words had formed a command.

Elara's Aegis. The Widow's Grasp.​

A midnight-blue dome, in the form of a particle field lowered into existence, sealed the hotel, the beach, and the ocean's escape. Seconds for heroes or defenders to get inside. A heartbeat later, it curved beneath the sand and waters, closing the last path. No one in. No one out.

His arena. In the center, under the statue's gaze, the cycle of a timer began to tick within her heart. Something dormant waking up.

Beyond the shield, a dozen workers threw off their disguises, revealing armor and weapons drawn from Kashyyyk's bloody vengeance. Not soldiers but family. Fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters of the butchered. Dark Jedi. Armed and ready, standing silent guard over the generators that powered the Mandalorian's tomb from the outside.

Inside the arena, the Mandalorians were trapped. No ships and no mercy. Amadis stepped back without rage or flourish. Only a Dark Jedi's resolved finality remained. A husband's right. A happy Mandalorian couple glanced at him, confused; the time for understanding had passed.

The scent of hellfire began as his bolter, Elara's Fire, spoke a single shot. Leaving a crimson crater where their bodies had been. His HUD adjusted, tracking left, targeting. Explosive shells detonated in brutal volleys, cracking the ground with the thunder of old wars and old weapons, the conflicts he had survived. They would not.

The armored figure turned toward the hotel entrance. Facing shouts, screams, some armed, and some scrambling for cover. A handful had begun to reach for weapons.

Momentum started.
A walk. A shot. They returned fire.
A jog. Explosions. The entrance caved in.
A run. Shards of crystalplex glass and durasteel erupted, caught in his force grip, and turned into a cluster of razors. Propelled in all directions to wound, scatter. and imaple. Panic, Chaos and Death. Kethlike.

His charge became a Force-sprint, a battering ram of pure unstoppable will, slamming through. A telekinetic punch tore through the remnants of the wall. Duracrete, flesh, and mandalorian iron collapsed in his wake.

Inside the silver helmet. A single face in his mind, hers. Seen through the blood on theirs. Calls started, and Clan Kryze readied for war. The death knell of entire clans starting today, Haran's promise.

Yet the Force whispered, somewhere, deep within the battle-dome, a single thread of hope. A flaw remained, leaving a crawlspace barely wide enough for one or two brave, crazy souls to slip through. If they dared, and if they even had a chance to make a difference.

Battlegear:

Spoiler

Armor:
Triple Warden AFU
Bossy-Rbos1 Rebreather
Beskar Gauntlets and Wristblades: Haran's Promise | Poison Charon Venom

Gear:
Hands: MK6 Prototype Regular Bolter: Elara's Fire.
Back: Jet Black Beskar Two-handed Doubleaxe: Haran's Executioner
Hips: MK2-Jackknife x1 | Revolving Door Magnum x1 | Saber
Belt: Coated Incendiary Gel Daggers x 4 Widow's Fangs | Harris Grace Personal Medkit | 6/6 Grenades Mixed

 

[Kei Amadis]

The Remaining Marked of Clan Kryze: 84/100
Rallymaster: 1/1
Innocents: 45/50

With no aid, the galaxy condemned Clan Kryze and the innocents of the Alliance world of Amfar to a bloody fate.

Crashing through the front of the hotel, his saber snapped into his hand, and with a single, powerful stroke, he took the head clean off a dazed Mandalorian. He barreled into the next, his armored stride knocking them down. Blaster fire flared behind him—he sidestepped, deflecting a shot with a powerful downward arc, bouncing it off the floor, then stepped through, driving his blade into the first woman on the floor. The strike nearly split her in two, silencing her own shot before it could be fired.

A grenade was thrown at him—caught midair in the force, then hurled back like a dagger into a crowded room. He wrenched the door shut with the force. Within the blast screams rang out, the wailing of the dying next. His stride never stopped.

Crossfire erupted from both sides, dangerously close. A few shots struck his armor, scorching but not stopping him. A waiter caught in the chaos crumpled to the floor. To buy time, he levelled his bolter and fired upward, tearing through the ceiling—metal twisted, pained moaning followed, one side of the room blinded in the collapse. Then, turning to the opposite wall, he drew on pure hatred, crushing the floor with a violent surge of vengeful power. The metal warped and erupted, resonated, and rose like jagged fangs. Blood, beskar, and bone were ground together in a merciless feast.

Death walked among them. His silver armor, now scarred and scuffed, bore witness to his vengeance.

He breathed heavily, cold and emotionless, his chest rising and falling in sync with the rigid stillness of his helmet and HUD. What remained of the ruined back lobby wall trembled in his grip before he sent it surging forward, ripping the room to pieces. He would bring down the entire damn building before he was done.

Amadis dropped a gas grenade behind him, filling the air with lethal toxins—anyone without a rebreather choked, the wounded left to a grisly fate.

"IS THIS ALL YOU HAVE?" he roared.

 

[Ellissanthia]

Location: Hotel Grounds, Paradissa Beach - Amfar
Objective: Kill the Clan Kryze Rallymaster
Tag: Kei Amadis

Ellissanthia cocked her head to the side as the particle field manifested itself over the resort, forming an impenetrable barrier that cut deep into the water and the even the earth itself. It was a obstacle that she anticipated having to consider for making her escape, especially in the event that the Jedi decided that she was persona non grata. Nevertheless, the Undine made her way to hotel grounds as violence broke out, her features partially concealed by a half-face mask. Resort workers threw off their disguises to reveal armed killers, before unleashing hellfire on the Mandalorians as hapless civilians screamed for cover.

Many which found themselves caught in the crossfire.

Drawing power from the ambience of fear and suffering, Ellissanthia ignited her lightsaber and pointed her left hand towards a Mandalorian warrior, caught without his helmet. A concussive burst of pressurized air tore out from her outstretched fingers in the shape of a narrow, transparent beam. The discharge lanced through his skull in an explosion of yellowish bone, grey matter, and crimson mist, the body collapsing to the ground like a marionette with severed strings.

A second Mandalorian fired at her, blue-hued bolts racing through air only to be nudged off-course via subtle telekinetic manipulation. Ellissanthia pointed her left hand at the shooter and willed forth another explosive discharge, her outstretched fingers unleashing lancing death that cracked beskar and turned the Mandalorian’s insides into jelly.

A Jedi looked at her, and Ellissanthia glanced at the woman in turn. The Undine knew that her presence would be reported to the others. However, whether a silent understanding came between them or not, after a few seconds, the Adept turned around and jumped into the hotel proper. The leap carried her body several meters above the ground, before she landed on the railing of a balcony which was linked to the second floor.

Then, after casting another glance towards the Jedi on the ground, Ellissanthia stepped through the patio door and made her way inside.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Eclipsed Veil
  
  • Miscellaneous Equipment
    
    • FAE/U-01 "Serenity" Anti-Signal Field System
  • Aesthetic and Accouterments
    
    • Red Accents
    • Eclipse Sect Symbol - Left Shoulder
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Standard Lightsaber
  
  • Purple Blade
• Supernal Infusion Vials
• SHIVA Vials
• Spirit Anchor Talisman

 

[Kei Amadis]

The Remaining Marked of Clan Kryze: 65/100
Rallymaster: 1/1
Innocents: 38/50
Tag: Ellissanthia

Bursting into the hallway, a relentless barrage of fire tore through the confined space. A well-executed ambush. Bolter sparking out first, Amadis dropped it, shifting his focus to defense. Saber in hand, he rolled his wrist into a disciplined shield of Soresu, deflecting shot after shot in a cascading form. Kei struggled to stay alive as blaster bolts and slugs ricocheted wildly, shattering lights and scorching the walls like a pressure cooker about to burst. A sharp impact on his arm drew a grunt of pain, leaving an armored hole, then…

They were all cut down from behind.

Amadis locked eyes with the figure responsible, his breath heavy. He hadn't noticed, too consumed by his vengeance. One of the hotel staff, armed to the teeth, was already moving upstairs. More was happening here than he had realized, compelled to follow.

Ascending the flight of stairs over fallen bodies, he paused only once, throwing a dagger downward into a barely living enemy. The tip exploded, spreading flaming gel across the figure. Gel ensured that the more the victim struggled, the faster they burned.

Screams meant nothing, everything meant nothing, except her face.

Then he felt her presence.

Ellissanthia

He couldn't see her but he knew. For a tense moment, time seemed to slow. Beside him stood four armored Mandalorians, guarding four unarmed figures.

A Shatterpoint in time beckoned.

Distracted as a weapon was dropped from a Mandalorian's grip, scattering on the floor. For the first time the Jedi hesitated, the Mandalorians were not firing. Step by step, he closed the distance. Closer until he stared the man in the face, pulling off his own helmet to leave only his rebreather. He wanted to see his eyes, to look into a soulless husk and know him.

And the only voice left in the room or nearby to sway him was a Dark Jedi. A precise, ruthless, creative, and inventive battlemaiden, forged for war and bent on their destruction. Alongside the image of his wife burned into his mind and the grief churning through his blood.

What happened next might change everything...

 

[Ellissanthia]

Location: Hotel, Paradissa Beach - Amfar
Objective: Kill the Clan Kryze Rallymaster
Tag: Kei Amadis

Amidst the violence, suffering, and generalized panic, and it was easy for Ellissanthia to go largely unnoticed as she made her way deeper into the hotel, passing clusters of mangled, bleeding bodies as she did. She had no need to kill as the Jedi were taking care of that for her. Thus, the Undine simply followed in their wake as a shadow, though not outright concealing her presence in the process.

Before long, Ellissanthia ascended another flight of stairs, taking her up to the next floor. There, she caught sight of the Mandalorians, their armored forms closing in on the Dark Jedi who the Undine had spotted by the statue earlier.

And placed protectively behind them were four unarmed figures.

However, the truth of their nature was swiftly revealed through Ellissanthia’s ultra-acute senses. Her webbed ears twitched as she registered the heavy thumps of the Mandalorians’ armored footsteps. She perceived the same heavy thumps emanating from the footfalls of the civilians as well, in spite of the fact that they only appeared to be wearing sandals or light shoes.

Ellissanthia didn’t hesitate. Lightning lashed out from her fingertips in a coruscating discharge. The thick, acrid smell of burning ozone filled the air as the galvanic currents shorted out the holographic disguise systems to expose the supposedly unarmed civilians as armed and armored Mandalorians.

And among them was her target. The Rallymaster himself.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Eclipsed Veil
  
  • Miscellaneous Equipment
    
    • FAE/U-01 "Serenity" Anti-Signal Field System
  • Aesthetic and Accouterments
    
    • Red Accents
    • Eclipse Sect Symbol - Left Shoulder
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Standard Lightsaber
  
  • Purple Blade
• Supernal Infusion Vials
• SHIVA Vials
• Spirit Anchor Talisman

 

[Kei Amadis]

The Remaining Marked of Clan Kryze: 48/100
Rallymaster: 1/1
Innocents: 28/50
Tag: Ellissanthia

Amadis hadn't wondered why the Mandalorians had suddenly stopped firing, too caught up in the moment. The Force flashed, and lightning crackled in the air—he barely had time to react to the reveal, sidestepping clear. Narrowing eyes to attention as hidden weapons were revealed from their concealment. The Mandalorians dove for cover, seeking shelter behind tables, walls, and doorways. Her lightning tore through the air, arcing across two of them. One had taken the hit for the Rallymaster, who briefly fell back behind his men, and Ellissanthia was momentarily denied a fitting bullseye as Kryze prepared for their last stand.

The Mandalorian before Kei lunged, slashing with a wrist blade. Kei matched the strike, locking their weapons together. His second blade darted upward, sinking into the enemy's gut, the poison injected through the wound with agonizing slowness. Kei yanked the blade free, watching the man crumple to as painful a fate as he could offer. Hurling the body into another Mandalorian, sending both sprawling to the floor in a heap. Kryze's forces were bleeding and scorched by lightning, but they refused to fall. Another hit came, a blaster bolt searing into his side and a slug tearing into his bad thigh. His armor splintered, the burn on his flesh all too familiar. Blood in his mouth, crimson and bitter.

Whoever was unleashing that lightning they were aiming their wrath where it counted, and that was enough for the moment. She'd saved him from the ambush, but that didn't register. What did was: For now, he wasn't alone. That was everything

Amadis jumped at Ellissanthia , saber raised high... and... landed firmly behind her, taking up a strong and unshakable stance. Completing their trap, he felt three more Mandalorians moving in from the doorways, and with no bolter to greet them, he turned into their fire, deflecting their shots with powerful strokes. A killing rebound claimed another life. Together, "back to back", not only in place. He'd move with her, guarding her blind side with a protector's instinct. Even though he knew nothing about her or how she fought. Guarding others had been his life. She wasn't just another soldier to him. If this lasted a heartbeat, it was a heartbeat that wasn't hollow.

The force screamed at him, chewing into the ever-present ache of the protector, the father. "DUCK!" The call came from his lips even as the Force surged around them. A shockwave, born of pure heartache, thundered from him—a rupturing force following that tore through the floor and fractured the air, combusting metal and then scattering it. The Mandalorians caught within the telekinetic combustion were first battered and sent flying, then their armor crushed or cracked, their bodies bent or broken. Blood painted the floor, scraps of their armor dotted about. It took a toll on him, the chaining of two powerful techniques. Running on pure emotion. Dark. Vengeful. Stronger than the sun, radiating behind her in a call louder than the dying.

Two remained behind them, and three still stood in front. Several groaned in pain, their armor or worse bodies ruptured. The battle was not yet over, but Amadis knew one thing for certain: he wasn't alone. Even if she turned and killed him a moment later, he didn't care, now was all that mattered.

"You think you are predators? I've hunted worse things than you in my sleep! Come on then! Show me if your force makes you warriors, or just another bucket of ash waiting for a breeze." The Rallymaster spat fire, unbowed, unbroken and soon....

 

[Ellissanthia]

Location: Hotel, Paradissa Beach - Amfar
Objective: Kill the Clan Kryze Rallymaster
Tag: Kei Amadis

Everything exploded. A Mandalorian screamed as Ellissanthia’s Lightning surged through his insides, boiling him from the inside out before the body suddenly burst into flames. And yet, it was his fiery sacrifice that saved the Rallymaster, who had since fallen back behind his men

It was then that more Mandalorians pushed into the room and unleashed fire. The Dark Jedi flew towards her then, interposing himself between Ellissanthia and the incoming bolts. In that, his large, armored form was a bulwark of defense, shielding the much smaller Undine as she swept her gaze across the room, searching for the Rallymaster.

"DUCK!" The call came from his lips even as the Force surged around them.

Ellissanthia did as bidden, giving a sharp grunt as she threw herself low. What came next was a detonation of telekinetic force, a thunderous crack sounding out as the air was rent and torn apart in the explosion. When she rose, the Undine saw broken Mandalorian bodies strewn about the room, crimson vitae and viscera having painted a gruesome canvas across the floor.

Ellissanthia stood up, her eyes flashing with fury as her gaze honed in on the Rallymaster. He had been thrown against a nearby wall. However, he still remained intact, a labored groan leaving his lips as he rose to his feet. The Undine extended her arm towards him, gathering the Dark Side within herself as she prepared to strike him down.

However, it was then that Ellissanthia’s sensitive ears gave a faint, subtle twitch. A howling roar of mechanical fury. The scream of boosting engines. The sudden shifting of the air.

The Undine felt the presence of the iron beast mere seconds before it was due to arrive.

“Move!”

Spoiler: Loadout

• Eclipsed Veil
  
  • Miscellaneous Equipment
    
    • FAE/U-01 "Serenity" Anti-Signal Field System
  • Aesthetic and Accouterments
    
    • Red Accents
    • Eclipse Sect Symbol - Left Shoulder
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• Standard Lightsaber
  
  • Purple Blade
• Supernal Infusion Vials
• SHIVA Vials
• Spirit Anchor Talisman