We All Thaw This Coming | ORC Invasion of Rhen Var

[Anden Fancelo]

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Rhen Var, Dreypa's Peak​

Objective: Maintain defense of the Peak.​

Allies: TSE | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Ao Xian"] | [member="Kaine Australis"] ​

Enemies: ORC | [member="Griet van Vliet"] | [member="Cyran Vaas"] | [member="Andan Solo"] | [member="Kingsley"] | [member="Arcanus Sunstrider"] | [member="Kyle Farnes"] | [member="Sol Stazi"] | [member="Ardasz Verd"]​

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As the conflict in the Peak continued, the alarms still rang within the corridors of the fortress. Though one corridor not only had the alarms still letting out their sound, but the gear shuffling steps of the rushing group of 12 soldiers. They were the surprisingly rare Gravewalkers, echoes of a Sovereignty that passed long ago. All with Captain Fancelo in the middle of the formation. Taking point would be Maxevan that was equipped with a repeater. As they'd exit the Corridor, the realization came to them as to how late to the fight they were.

The Captain didn't hesitate to lay out the plan for his squad. Lowering his weapon and raising his left arm which pointed over to where the primary courtyard may be, he issued his orders.

"Maxevan! I want Aurek posted over there as support for the friendlies at the courtyard. I want these amateurs wiped out!" The Captain barked.

With the order given, Maxevan gave a clear "Affirm." and double timed it with his team to support any friendly forces in that area. With that, Anden focused over at Besh Team.

"Carmine! I need Besh within the interior of the base. Keep any enemies away from snooping around." He stated.

The soldier that survived Gree gave a nod. "On it, boss." Besh Team proceeded downstairs and went to post security within the interior of the fortress. The Captain glanced over at the other trooper with him, which donned a field-pack with an antenna stuck out. "Vaak, as always. You're with me. Let's go."

The Comms-Troop Vaak, gave a thumbs up as he grasped his carbine. Moving with the Captain. As the pair witnessed Rangers jetting their way to the ascended floors of the Peak. They jogged about the fortress, intent on going up the peak to support the fighting that happened close to the Emperor. But the two came across a small team of Coaltion Soldiers, to which the Gravewalkers fired first in automatic fire. Dispatching the not so spaced out team of Coaltion forces.

Once done, the two walkers vaulted over their pieces of cover and continued their advance over to upper levels to support their Emperor. Hopefully not coming across any notable adversaries.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Location: Rhen Var Surface
Allies: [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Darth Voracitos"] [member="Romi Jade"]
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Yula Perl"] [member="Zak Amroth"] @Mav Valoheer
Objective: Gain possession of the Fell Star
Equipment: Raiment of the Vigilant, Vader's Bane Lightsaber, Kyrel's Harbinger Saberstaff
Forces: 10x BC-X Lightsaber Combatant Droids, 10x-BC-2 Elite Centurion Droids 5x B2-GP Grapple Droids

Kyrel kept marching through the frigid winds, the cold was a natural climate of Rhen Var rivaling that to Hoth. The battle droids marching behind him, his anger was simmering, the Sith's head start was irritating him, the rising urge to smash one of the droid's increasing. Even if he was allies he would not hesitate to engage in a duel for the Star. Too long has he been denied such artifacts of power, remembering the strange dark side fueled high that such trinkets brought reminiscing the dark presence he felt when he possessed the armor of Lord Vader. He felt powerful invincible, like he could take on his enemies no matter how much damage he took. While his power was still growing he sought such ancient relics to further his plans years ahead of schedule.

Marching towards the site of the underground city, approaching over a snow covered cliff, he saw several caves that was the entrance to the underground below, one of the Lightsaber wielding BX Commando Droids approached the dark warrior as if he had found something. "Yes, Droid what is it?" Kyrel asked his tone not hiding his impatience. The droid spoke in it's cold caculating baritone. "Sir, from recent thermal scans below the surface we have detected lifeforms, we believe it's the Sith and Jedi exploring the ruins." Kyrel was unconciously grasping Vader's Bane as if squeezing the metallic hilt was therapeutic in a sense when his rage slowly rose. "Yes, anything else?" The droid continued "We believe to have spotted an entrance that would allow us to enter able to attack the Jedi from behind." With that his fingers moved away from Vader's Bane his urge to slice the droid's head off slowly fading away with a trimphant smirk tugging at his lips. "Good, than it seems we have an advantage."

The droid led the way to the opening with the Knight of Ren following suit. Kyrel and the droids shot out grapple hooks and started to rappel down the icy opening, the tunnel giving away from it's bright blue opening to complete darkness. As minutes went by and the speed increased, the ruins started to come into sight. "It is close... I feel it." Kyrel said to himself reaching out with the Force, he felt the signature of the artifact but that of the light his Jedi adversaries gave off. With the rappel complete upon reaching the ground of what used to be a city square, looking around briefly. The city reminded him of ruins found on the world of Malachor... How it felt so mysterious, so ancient in the Force. "Come let us pay our Jedi friends a visit.... Remember spare no one." The droids said nothing with the silence being taken to Kyrel as a subtle agreement. He continued onwards, his HUD Spotting several Jedi through the darkness one a Jedi he had seen before, and the other a Kiffar something of which felt familiar, as he moved blending in the shadows approaching closer to his enemies waiting any moment to strike.

 

[Romi Jade]

Rhen Var​

ALLIES: [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Ahani Zambrano"] [member="Darth Voracitos"] [member="Kyrel Ren"]​

ENEMIES: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Zak Amroth"] [member="Argis Volmir"]​

OBJECTIVE: Retrieve Fell Star​

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At some point they descended.

She'd noticed the the icy smoke was getting considerably thicker and thicker the further inside they went. Creeping forward over gouged stone, Romi breathed shallowly through a mask formed only by her hand.

When it seemed as though the natural venting system was failing, of course the others began swirling madly around as they tried their best to clear it away; no one knew what was ahead. Romi stretched her awareness deep into and beyond the cloud, squinting against the smoke, she felt a massive rift just ahead.

Her senses picked up an eerie chorus of subtle roars, and the ice lining the walls which sounded like cannon strikes when it splintered. There wasn't much of a haze in this massive space but the air was surely heavy with the subtle smell of dampness. Before you could count the seconds, she raised her palm and began to pull the Force through herself, using it to push the dank air up and out dispersing along the ceiling - the dark adepts began to move again.

Some feet ahead...was an opening.

She'd slipped through the archway, pressing her shoulder against the cool rock beside the cave opening. Her gaze panned the large open space of old and crumbled structures, and twisted and forgotten staircases and pillars that sold the story of something that was once here.

Honestly, she cared little for the artifact. She was here to be a hand - she trailed off anyway...analyzing the ruins while proceeded up a staircase to some sort of rotunda.

Sigh

And it turned to cool smoke; visible. Then she nodded as some form of signal, sent back as a wordless confirmation. Others began to file in too. Taeli would know what to do moving forward; this was her type of thing. Her head suddenly turned sharply behind her, and her face had gone still. This must be where all the paths converge...

 

[Darth Morbus]

Nearby Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Ao Xian"]
Engaging: [member="Jend-Ro Quill"]


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The Orange Corridor;​

Facing the Jedi...​

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There seemed a moment of confusion on the Jedi's face, as Morbus held the Djem So stance, completely at odds with... well, everything about the Sith, really. It was intentional, the Twi'lek suspected his opponent understood that, but it was still utterly amusing to play mind games with others. It was one of Morbus' most anticipated pastimes, one he tended to inflict on Sith Apprentices and Knights whenever he could, just to bring some joy to his day.

Quill adopted a Form VI, Niman, stance. Morbus considered for a moment whether it was a ruse, but ultimately believed it to be the other humanoid's fighting style. Or at least one of them. It seemed to fit him so far, the appearance, the weapon simplicity, the relaxed fighting form... but Morbus wondered if there was more lurking beneath that ragged beard, those intense eyes, whether there was more to Quill than the seeming visage and personality portrayed.

Let's see if I can wring it out of him, hm?

Suddenly, the distant thud of an explosion sounded, which prompted the Twi'lek into action... and with a groan, Morbus began walking forward, hunched somewhat, as he limped down the hallway toward Quill.

"Sei marua go ohsi qa korjin ubesi ar ohk," Morbus muttered about his knees, a cough escaping his throat as he brought the lightsaber back and prepared to strike. "I look forward to crossing blades with you, T'una, let's not hold back!"

Finally within combat range, Morbus reared back made to strike down with a heavy blow - only to twist his arms mid-strike to jab his lightsaber tip forward in a thrust, aimed for Quill's chest. This was the enjoyable part of combat, where both opponents sized the other up, tested their reactions, their styles, what they might bring to the engagement. And at this moment, Morbus was content with playing a more aggressive role, happy to oblige and be the Sith filled with anger. So the Sith pressed forward, sending several more rapidly forceful - if experimental, and not overreaching - thrusts at his Jedi opponent...

And all the while, the Twi'lek's lekku twitched in anticipation.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: Dreya's Peak
Wearing: Armor | Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives| Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | Knight Obsidian Sword | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
Allies: ORC, CIS, anyone else on their side
Enemies: well this is somewhat complicated, isn't it? But definitely all the ME's Mandalorians. Maybe some of the Sith.
People of Interest: [member="Keira Cerdulan"] [member="Celessa"]
Post: Two

She was funny? Scherezade blinked, looking at Celessa for a moment before she broke into another smile. Celessa's social awkwardness was something the Sithling was completely oblivious to – in part, because she herself was socially awkward. Sticking the pointy end of her knife in someone was easy. Making small talk was hard. And for most of the Confederacy, Scherezade was the person who said the wrong things at the wrong time, and that somehow seemed to trump the fact she had a nearly perfect mission record. So when she was given a mission partner that not only tolerated her, but seemed to treat her with a wiff of respect and attempt to bond? There was no way in seven kraks that she was willingly giving that up. Sometimes she just wanted to hug the petite, but her overall preference for personal space ensured she would not.

"Sure," she grinned as the other assassin asked if they would attempt to infiltrate the fortress. That was what they were meant to be good at, so that was going to be what they'd do. Scherezade had the chip on her body; though she had a feeling there would be far more interesting things to see and snatch while they were actually inside the fortress, "don't think we need to stay out of sight though. I'm a Sith. You're with me. Basically if we prance around with our chins up they should be letting us right through as long as we don't give our little secrets away."

Motioning for Celessa to come with her, the curvaceous warrior began to walk through the snow, grateful for the fur coat she was wearing. She was a child of autumn, born to a planet where mild and beautiful summers reigned, and the only thing she hated more than cold and snow was desert weather.

But it was only a few steps before it happened. The sky, while remaining blue, was a different blue now. "Shield," Scherezade noted as she squinted, looking at it. "They put a shield up… And locked everyone within a radius around the fort in with them?" But then her face relaxed and she smiled. They had locked a Blood Hound in with them, and if her guess was correct, a bunch of other things that had the potential to be not-so-nice to the Sith. And no doubt – those of the Sith Empire would be thinking the same thing, titling themselves as the not-so-nice things now stuck beneath a shield with the Coalitionioners.

A few more steps, and the ground beneath her and Celessa shook. This feeling though, Scherezade was accustomed to. Someone had decided to use grenades. Thankfully, they were far enough to keep the two women out of direct danger. The laser shots that were being fired in seemingly random directions, however, did not.

"Race to the front door?" Scherezade grinned, and without waiting for an answer, began to run though the flying debris, the fighting, and anything else that was happening beneath the shield, aiming for the front doors of Dreypa's Peak. The thought of whether or not Celessa would be the one to want to kill her when the mission was over never once passed through her mind.

 

[Kyle Farnes]

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Location: Outer Walls​

Equipment: Beskar armor (jetpack, cable launcher, sonic weapon on the wrist), heavy repeater/concussion launcher, beskar war-axe, rapid fire pistol​

Allies: [member="Sol Stazi"], [member="Jend-Ro Quill"], [member="Arcanus Sunstrider"], [member="Tera Highwind"], [member="Janick Beauchamp"]​

Enemies: [member="Kaine Australis"], [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Darth Morbus"], [member="Ao Xian"], [member="Ahani Zambrano"]​

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That was the call Kyle was waiting on. A few more minutes and he was going to have to be doing some hunting-seeking on his own. And with a mission like this, he had his task, but that was definitely a botched landing. Hearing the call from Twilight’s [member="Sol Stazi"], the Mandalorian nodded. He was deployed to assist Twilight as the Alliance numbers were a bit under par, and having at least one Mandalorian around always seemed to help shift the battle. Maybe more than a Jedi.

But he’d never let his contractor know that. Sure, he was a Forcer, but he didn’t advertise that either. It was more something that came around with uncanny aiming skills and a bit of what most would call luck. Kyle did know how to work it enough to survive. And today, he was hoping he’d not need it, but it was a strike against the Sith, you could never predict those beings. He had a rapid fire blaster pistol, a rifle with the propelled explosive launcher, and a beskar war axe. The head of which matched the golden-bronze of his armor.

Nodding to Stazi, Kyle looked up. The jetpack lifted him up the battlements, alongside Stazi. Checking his rifle, he nodded mentally to himself as he got above. Finding targets as Sol started to charge off, Kyle was firing before he even hit the ground. His rifle was unloading blasts into the forces. A quick look around and he was looking for his target for the day. Who was going to be his fight.

 

[Mellifluous Magenta]

Celessa
Post 2
Equipment: CS-21 Combat Stealth Suit, CS-28/47 “Predator” Advanced Combat Rifle w/ Sonic Dissipating Silencer and Combat Scope, ACS-208 Wrist Charric, Flayer Tactical Combat Knife (2), ODM System, Corvus-type Chronometer, 1 Sonic Grenade, 1 Class-A Thermal Detonator
Location: Dreypa’s Peak, Rhen Var
Allies: ORC, [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Sol Stazi"] [member="Jend-Ro Quill"] [member="Janick Beauchamp"] [member="Ardasz Verd"] [member="Cyran Vaas"] [member="Kyle Farnes"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Andan Solo"] [member="Rian Taske"] [member="Ladro"] [member="Arcanus Sunstrider"] [member="Kingsley"]
Enemies: TSE, [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Ao Xian"] [member="Darth Morbus"] [member="Keira Cerdulan"]

Celessa quickly noticed the shield as well, her nostrils pinching as the distinctive smell of ozone reached her senses. She watched with awe as the energy field closed in on itself and flickered to life. Unfortunately, the shield caused many ORC drop pods to crash into in an explosion of flames and energy, while vaporizing the occupants within. The ruby-eyed assassin glanced back at Scherezade with a wide-eyed and nervous expression across her features, Conversely, Scherezade met her glance with a wide grin and a hint of playfulness in her vivid green eyes.

“We have to commit now. There’s no leaving unless we take the fort or disable whatever generator is powering that shield.” Celessa spoke in a tone of austere finality. “Be that as it may, I think we should still act with-”

It was then that Scherezade excitedly interrupted her and took off running up the snowy hill towards the fortress. Celessa groaned, but she was in no position to offer protest. Within a few seconds, Celessa stripped off her winter coat and pants to reveal the form-fitting stealth suit she had been wearing underneath. After pulling her helmet over her hair, with a silent mental command, her suit’s triple phase shield activated to protect her from hostile fire, fragmentation, or something else of a similarly adverse and targeted nature. Then, Celessa immediately took off after her recklessly redheaded partner.

Unfortunately, with her comparatively short legs and thickly-built frame, Celessa wasn’t nearly as fast on her feet as Scherezade. In addition, the deepness of the snow had a far stronger slowing effect on her than it did to her taller partner. She found that her feet plunged into the snow knee-deep with each step that she took. By comparison, it seemed that her partner only had to contend with the snow up to her mid-calf. However, with the explosions, screams, and blaster fire going off all around her, Celessa felt adrenaline surging through her body as she ran, which allowed her run much faster than she would have been able to before.

Even so, in spite of her reservations about Scherezade's plan, there was no stopping now...

 

[Yula Perl]

Location: Jedi City
Objective: Retrieve the Fell Star with Old Men
With: [member="Zef Halo"] | [member="Mav Vohaloveer"]
Ally Tags: [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Argis Volmir"] | [member="Zak Amroth"] | @Racket
Enemy Tags: [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Darth Voracitos"] | [member="Adenn Kyramud"] | [member="Romi Jade"] | [member="Ahani Zambrano"] | [member="Darth Ledgermayne"]

The tension was palpable. Not necessarily because of the amount of Sith pouring into the city—that didn’t help—but the tension between Zef and Mav. Yula never fully understood where she should stand on this issue, but her mother would have some choice words on child abandonment if she were here.

Her face turned sour when grandpa referred to Emily in a most derogatory way. “Don’t you talk about Emily like that! She’s a valuable member of the team.” Said piece of scrap whirred and chirped in indignant agreement, perhaps not fully understanding what was going on. Nevertheless, the family feud would all agree that it was time to start making moves. And so they did, making headway into the city and starting for the ruins.

Emily lead the way, metal limbs clambering along the ice as her head whirled this way and that, scanning the area around them for their goal. The group had managed to avoid detection thus far, or maybe they just weren’t worth the Sith’s time. Explosions and sounds of battle could be heard in the distance, and it wouldn’t be long before the city and ruins were overflowing with Jedi, Sith and smugglers. This wasn’t Yula’s first rodeo, or even second, but it was the first time she’d been in the thick of so many dark presences. It wasn’t pleasant, and she almost felt responsible for her family today given that she was the only one of the three who could feel things like this. Coren’s message cracked in her ear and she couldn’t find the grace to be embarrassed. “Yeah, yeah. You sure you’re keepin’ them at bay though, Mister Starchaser? Feels like they're kark near everywhere.” He could feel them as well as she could, probably a lot better.

Suddenly Emily whirred excitedly, chittering up a storm in droid speak. “What is it, Em? You got a lead?” The little spider droid made more whistling sounds before skittering off in the direction of the ruins. “I hope it’s something good, this time.” The last few times Emily had a breakthrough, it had turned out to be scrap metal buried beneath the ice and snow.

The bad feeling in her gut was still a twistin' and a turnin', and brushing her hand against the hilt of the lightsaber at her waist didn't seem to help it.

 

[Mav Halo]

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Location: Jedi City
Objective: Wander around aimlessly, looking for fame and fortune. Probably get ambushed in thirty seconds or less while dealing with family drama.
Retinue: Pops ( [member="Zef Halo"] ) & the Kid ( [member="Yula Perl"] )
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Argis Volmir"] | [member="Zak Amroth"] | [member="Racket"]
Enemies: [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Darth Voracitos"] | [member="Adenn Kyramud"] | [member="Romi Jade"] | [member="Ahani Zambrano"] | [member="Darth Ledgermayne"]

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“Sure you have, pops. You’ve been mentioning the Crusaders non-stop all afternoon.” Mav snapped a wink at Yula as he passed, slapping her roughly on the shoulder by way of reassurance. Poor kid was looking too tense for her own good - or anyone else’s for that matter. Last thing anyone needed was a greenhorn with a lightsaber jumping at shadows. And here he thought Zeltrons were all sunshine and rainbows. “What, don’t tell me the dementia set in already? Here’s hoping it ain’t genetic, hey, kid?”

As much as Mav hated to admit it, kark knows he’d inherited enough from the old man. No wonder it was difficult for his mom raising him as a child, what when he looked like the spit image of the man that had bailed the moment things had gotten even the slightest bit tough. Would he do the same to them now? Probably. Just as a nexu couldn’t change its stripes, a coward couldn’t change the colour of his belly. And as his own personal history could attest, to say nothing of his sister’s, Zef Halo was as yellow as the day was long.

He snorted, twiddling the cigarra between thumb and forefinger as strode through the labyrinthine ice maze of a Jedi city. Forced to duck intermittently as frequent, yet distant cave ins had caused the ceiling and floor rise up and attempt to meet one another in places. “No sleight on that mighty fine droid you got scuttling and buttling all over the place, kid, but I’m gettin’ awfully tired of playing find the ancient scrap heap. Can’t you just… You know...”

The Corellian gestured vaguely in what could only be described as an awkward crossover between spirit fingers, jazz hands and preschooler’s understanding of what magic casting would look like. Demonstrating that clearly at an early age, a young Mav had come to the conclusion that the only higher power he needed to concern himself with was the one found in his holster. Resolving to leave all that mystical mumbo jumbo, yeast infection claptrap about the Force and its various incarnations to those that apparently thought wearing bathrobes in public was a sound fashion choice.

For the sake of his new found family, however, he was willing to step outside of his comfort zone - especially if it meant getting off this frozen ball of chit anytime soon.

“Force-ify it up or something? Hoodoo the voodoo, whamma the jammer, hocus the pocus?”

He squinted as he tried to search for something a bit more technical sounding, even going so far as to glance at his father for input before throwing another suggestion out. “Abracadarthvader? Come on kid, work with me here. Do your thing and make us rich already.”

 

[Zef Halo]

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Location: Jedi City
Objective: Get my retirement plan sorted i.e snatch the Fell Star
With: Trash Fam [[member="Yula Perl"] & [member="Mav Vohaloveer"]]
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Argis Volmir"] [member="Zak Amroth"] [member="Racket"]
Enemies: [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Darth Voracitos"] [member="Adenn Kyramud"] [member="Romi Jade"] [member="Ahani Zambrano"] [member="Darth Ledgermayne"]

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Zef grumbled something about Joza's clone under his nose as Yula's temper hit him. Geez, she had some strong love for that walking junkyard Emily was. Kids these days. Rather than focusing on finishing this job as quick as possible, his grandkid seemed to be tensing up the deeper they got into these ruins of a city. Was it giving her the creeps or was it that hocus the pocus sixth sense chit Jedi had?

And Mav was of no karkin' help here, was he?

This family was a total wreck.

The ol' smuggler's facepalm just couldn't disappear, not with every next phrase his son dragged out of his head.

"Y'know I am startin' to regret callin' you two for this chit rather than calling that crazy old fool Tarsi." He muttered. "And calling that ol' karker is the last thing I'd karkin' do."

A pause.

"No word to your mother that I am swearing, got it, kiddo?" Zef lifted his finger threateningly at Yula before turning to the gunslinger son of his. "Now, if you're done with your karkin' blabberin' nonsense, kid, let's get this done already cause my back's killin' me, already."

Not long ago he'd die before admitting he was an old kark. Things change.

"So y'all save that youth energy of yours f-"

Zef would've gone on with his grumpy rant had he not slammed into Emily and tripped over something the damn droid was beeping about.

"Would ya look at that..." The scoundrel whispered with an avaricious smirk. His eyes shining at the thing that tripped him. Seven-pointed star with blue stones. "Ain't that the karkin' Fell Star?"

 

[Ladro]

Sparks crackled out of a holopad beside the door that Ladro's bracer had lead him to pursue. He was sure the door would hold shut from his tampering. The strength in his confidence represented through a thin red line running across the bottom of the door frame from the laser trip mine he had left for safe keeping. One could never be too safe.

A hacking tool connected to wires running from Ladro's bracer were buried in the Computer Interface Socket within the wall. Ladro's fingers scrambled across the surface of the blinking control panel that was the surface of his left forearm. The system directory opened. This basic command based program offered the user options of simple commands within the system. Ladro's fingers tapped viciously. After a few moments a large orange hexagon appeared on the screen of his bracer beside the display of the SD [System Directory]. An index fingers tapped quickly. An orange bar moved slowly across the screen. Trillions of scripts hidden within what appeared to the directory as a single command decompressed into the system's sensitive directories forcing the system to respond to the commands in rapid succession. A cybernetic bomb released in the system freezing the system directories threatening complete system shutdown. A process the system had been built to withstand by compiling the payload and sorting it into these sensitive directories as minor and major commands. These commands safely sorted becoming a trusted part of the system itself. The green bar on the screen ran completely across before switching to a florescent red. The malicious payload started it's attack. What appeared as a bar turning red was the only evidence of trillions of bytes systematically flipping granting Ladro special privileges into the mainframe.

Ladro's finger twitched across the screen once again more rapidly than before. His eyes scanned across the options of nasty attacks that he had prepared to upload into the system with the press of a button. The purple box on the bottom left of his screen was selected. Immediately system security codes and name profiles of all individuals within the mainframe scrambled effectively cutting the access of any individual through any function within the city. From the highest of commands to even the most basic, such as opening a door, all commands were now refused. A purple bar across the top of the screen on Ladro's forearm systematically scrolled across the stop until reaching the other side at which point it would restart the process. This served as a countdown within the system to scramble the data within this particular system yet again. Each new scrambling compounding the tearing process of the already torn data within the system.

"Movement." Ladro muttered under his breath.

Another box on his screen received a quick tap activating another bar that scrolled across the screen. The bar comleted it's run across the screen showing the completion of the command at which a new green bar appeared under the continuously scrolling purple bar at the top of the screen. In that moment every camera feed within the system around the city scrambled. The bar on the top of the screen began to scroll as the purple one above it. Each time it restarted itself the feeds would shuffle never broadcasting as the feed it had been intended.

"Sight." He muttered again.

Ladro checked his ears feeling for the protective coating suctioned to the skin surrounding his ear which housed a unique earbud that was buried deep in his ear canal. A final red triangle at the bottom blinked menacingly. His index finger tapped the screen initiating a bar that began to scroll across the screen. Upon it's completion a red bar appeared beneath the purple and green that were scrolling continuously. Once again a bar scrolled across the screen like the two others just as the system obeyed his command. Every speaker in the city released what one can only be described as Sonic Warfare. Vibrations and frequencies at incapacitating frequencies and volumes known to effect billions of species across the universe resonated throughout the city. The safe haven of the Sith's city shield causing the frequencies to remain trapped within the confounds reverberating back to it's source causing the sounds to amplify with each passing second. A bomb of incapacitating sound.
"Sound." he muttered with indifference.

Ladro remained sitting on the floor with his back against the wall and the wires from his bracer connected to the the key in the Computer Interface Socket as he watched the purple, green, and red bars scroll across his forearm. The view was magical. The voice of the alien who had given him the lesson long ago spoke in his head.
~The things that are given the least protection in this universe are often those that cause the most damage~

Darth Carnifexhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/136-darth-carnifex/ | Kaine Australis | Jend-Ro Quill | Darth Voracitos | Ahani Zambrano | Kimiko Taiyo | Darth Prazutis | Celessa | Rekha Kaarde | Kingsley | Coren Starchaser | Romi Jade | Jerec Asyr | Arcanus Sunstrider | Ladro | Adenn Kyramud | Racket | Rian Taske | Ao Xian | Vanessa Vantai | Andan Solo | Keira Cerdulan | Zak Amroth | Kyrel Ren | Argis Volmir | Scherezade deWinter | Mav Vohaloveer | Cyran Vaas | Ardasz Verd | Yula Perl | Darth Morbus | Taeli Raaf | Sol Stazi​

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[Rian Taske]

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Mission: Bring down the Reactors
Location: Geothermal basement
In Scene: [member="Itash Mecetti"]
Allies: ORC
Enemies: TSE

Events happening above in the keep proper didn't filter down this far. All the trio had to do was focus on rappelling down the wall and to the floor. The air was thick and hot- Rian could feel the sweat starting to trickle down the center of her back. Glancing up, then down again, she''d made it about to the halfway point, with Gil and 'Shua above her when-

The strangled cry above her brought her head snapping up.

She didn't even think. Just acted. One hand snapped down, locking her descender, the other flew out to snatch at the falling bothan.

Their eyes met for a heartbeat, her fingers catching his- then sliding back out. He was falling too fast and the sweat on her hands from the heat meant she had no grip. It didn't even arrest his fall.

Slapping the descender, she dropped, far faster than was safe. Above her she could tell from the movement on the rope, Gil had lost his grip but managed to lock his descender- swinging out over open air above her head, but there was nothing she could do for him in that moment.

The medic hit the ground hard, feeling the jar through her feet all the way up through her hips. A snap and she unlocked, hurrying over the the huddled Bothan.

"'Shua, hey, hey, talk to me what happened?"

"S-something just... just snapped."

As it happened, he meant both in his climbing gear but also more.

"Chit," Rian muttered as she shifted him around onto his back.

Getting him out of there with both legs broken? She could see the glisten of bone on his right, even in the dim light.

"Chit," she repeated. "Alright, hang on. Gonna get you something for the pain, okay?" Going into her pack. Above her head, Gil finally got his feet back against the wall, but she was focused on 'Shua.

A screeching sound of feedback echoed- even down in the lowest levels, that sonic interference reached. Rian slapped at her helmet, cutting off the external feed. The sound wasn't entirely muted, but it cut off to a tolerable level. She and the other two could talk purely through internal coms for the moment and hopefully someone would stop that INFERNAL RACKET (what even WAS that?). It made her deaf to the outside world, but let her focus on the injured Bothan.

Still completely unaware of the specter watching them.

 

[Ao Xian]

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Objective: Hunt
Location: Near [member="Darth Carnifex"] and [member="Darth Morbus"] -> Empty hallway
Allies: TSE
Enemies: ORC

It wasn't an order, but an invitation. His words said one thing when spoken aloud, but it was clear what he meant, at least to Ao'Xian.

Hunt.

While in a humanoid form, the Xykan was not nearly as graceful as usual, but that couldn't be helped. Needing the heaters in the clothes was obnoxious but unavoidable. She could shift to look like something else, but her basic biology did not change. Reptilian. Cold blooded.

Hungry.

With the Emperor's invitation, she darted away from the group. Xykan were lone hunters, too distrustful of others when it came to their kills. Even when it wasn't conscious it was simply instinct to break away and move off from them. Let them find their own prey, yes? And let her find hers.

Ao paused a few minutes later. The hallway she was in was empty, a four way junction presenting choices. Her head cocked, nostrils flaring slightly. Just as her reptilian nature did not change, her keen senses did not fade with the form change either. Incredibly sensitive sense of hearing and scent put to good use to decide the best direction. Her head snapping around at the sound of movement, far to the right and then-

Agony.

She didn't know where the horrific sound came from. It seemed to come all at once from everywhere. While the sensitive senses came in handy, they also meant that they were easy to overload.

It took all of her self control to keep the human form she wore, even as she fell to her knees, hands over her ears. If she screamed, she couldn't hear it over the feedback noise filling the halls. More drastically affected than most other sentients would be, the Xykan curled in on herself on the ground, head tucked against her stomach and arms pulled around her ears, trying to block out the noise.

 

[Darth Voracitos]

Enemies: [member="Argis Volmir"] (Beefcake), [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Zak Amroth"], [member="Racket"], [Trash Family: [member="Yula Perl"], [member="Zef Halo"], [member="Mav Vohaloveer"]]
Allies: [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Adenn Kyramud"], [member="Romi Jade"]
Followers: The Coven of Gluttony, including the Lady Envy, and the Savant Wrath

"Pedestrian," Voracitos said aloud, hopefully loud enough to hear, though he made no additional effort to make it so. Supernatural strength was no match for preternatural preparation, this was the folly of those insensitive to the force; it didn't matter what equipment that had if it was always anticipated. The trick was either to kill them without preexisting hostile intent, or bring to bear so much upon them preparation would become meaningless. This was not the case.

With none but three extended fingers on his right hand, pieces of his garments tore themselves from his cloak and manifested themselves as apparitions of the darkside, which twisted and contorted quickly in the air until they themselves formed three funnels in the air, as Argis' blast of the force triggered the explosives their burning fluids where forced quickly down a tube of the force. With the flick of his wrist, the three funnels veered to his left and combined into one, before the burning fluids spilled across the ground igniting them into an inferno. The funnel continued to turn this way, circling around the Jedi and the Sith, and would do so until they were surrounded or until Voracitos ceased the distribution.

On a technical level, Voracitos had not even begun the fight. Not a single iota of his own energies in the force was expended to redirect the inferno around them. No, the Lord of Gluttony continued even here to do what he always did: he delegated the task to those more suited to doing it. That is to mean, the very spirits of the Netherworld he had collected and now wore as his garments across his body, were commanded to the task and they executed faithfully due to the nature of the bond he pressed them into.

With a face lacking any amusement, Voracitos looked to the Jedi as if to say, "Is that all?" and awaited him, wondering how well his armor was holding up in the sudden scorching heat. After all, the Dark Lord had seen the reflective properties of his armor, as a former corporate business owner and self-proclaimed designer of technologies, he knew what materials his armor could be made of. Or rather, he had a pretty good hunch, and had a few select thoughts on how to methodical test the possibilities to maximal effect and pain upon his gnat of a test subject. As for the Dark Lord? He had walked a relative lifetime beneath the scorching belligerence of Chaos' Green Sun - Ligier, and the clothe he wore had done so for even longer, as unbounded Sith spirits. He could not be bothered.


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Rosalunn Javil, the Lady Envy, sprinted within the lost city with the hulking Crult Momniw, the Savant Wrath, trailing close behind. Dozens of their servants similar spread out within the hallways, searching fervently. Their focuses were trained on the epicenter of the disturbance in the force, but it was slightly distorted. 'Walking' within these halls were strange undead things, spirits and all else. Though the Fell Star was important, absorbing these spirits were of similar priority as they encountered them.

However, the pair of Hungered Vassals were not exactly on a mission to either, instead they were hunting for people. Living people deep within the Lost City were likely close on the path to the artifact, and that just wouldn't do. So, as [member="Zef Halo"] stumbled on whatever he stumbled upon, his daughter [member="Yula Perl"] might sense in the force the approaching sources of visceral darkness...

 

[Jend-Ro Quill]

Dreypa's Peak
Operation Bangarang
Allies: [member="Sol Stazi"] [member="Kyle Farnes"] [member="Arcanus Sunstrider"] [member="Tera Highwind"] [member="Janick Beauchamp"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Celessa"] [member="Cyran Vaas"] [member="Andan Solo"] [member="Rian Taske"] [member="Ladro"] [member="Kingsley"] [member="Ardasz Verd"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Ao Xian"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Ahani Zambrano"] [member="Keira"] Cerdula
Engaging: [member="Darth Morbus"]

Quick as he could manage, Quill brought the saber up in a plain two-handed grip, intending to stop that heavy strike. When Morbus twisted the strike into an incisive stab, the high block proved worthless. Quill scrambled back a step and pulled his right hand off the saber so he could bat down, swat the thrusting point away. As the Makashi-style stabs harried him, getting much closer than he'd like, he found himself settling into a left-handed defense of expediency. He simply didn't have a spare moment to get his right hand back on the saber.

On the plus side, fighting left-handed offered unique advantages to go with the drawbacks. One of them was a nice open angle on the outside of Morbus’ right wrist and knuckles. Between parries, Quill flicked his saber at those little targets. He didn't expect to hit per se, but virtually all lightsabers lacked knuckle guards and that could be scary.

The situation had been looking up for two and a half seconds when the massive sonic attack and the display override crashed into his eardrums and eyes. Instinct, still several heartbeats away from common sense, suggested Morbus as the source of the pain and the overwhelming chaos. So as Quill stumbled and felt his brain going wild -- he'd never been one for noise -- he scrambled back away from the Sith.

Five things you can smell - no, it's five things you can touch-

This wasn't Morbus. It might not even be the Sith. Whoever it was had just triggered an awful lot of sensory issues, and Quill was not a happy camper.

The nearest sources of the sound were the orange holo-displays, which had gone wild with baffling footage loops. Quill's eyes lost focus, heart hammering, as the displays began to rip themselves apart. He was keenly aware of his touch on the Force, but couldn't have stopped it if he'd wanted to. The sound decreased, here in the private hallway, but didn't go away. His hands shook in the dark. When had he dropped his saber?

 

[Onrai]

Enemy: [member="Jerec Asyr"]

The Nebula disappeared. Vanessa had expectations as to what would happen soon - it more than likely had jumped away and would soon be reorienting itself to come in at another vector - a shock-jump attack, similar in form to what Vanessa's own Saturn-class vessels had at one point utilized. Vanessa had her doubts that the Nebula II had a shock-jump system utilizing multiple backup hyperdrives to allow for such surprising hyperspace maneuverability, but her crews were ready all the same. As it was, she began to focus once more, this time on one of the frigates. She had eschewed the lightsaber in exchange for great power in the Dark Side - power that she was attempting to utilize to take the frigate and rend it apart.

The XoXaan IIs would form up and showcase their broadsides to the Majestics. Now it was time to take the SBeams and put them into play - five balls of plasma would charge and five beams of green energy would arc across space, likely hitting the first Majestic. Beam weapons were always precise, something Vanessa appreciated - while the ships were no longer able to bring the fullness of their solar ionization and pulse cannons into play, the focus of fire on a single Majestic would hopefully have more of an effect. At these ranges, the SBeams were some of the few weapons capable of accurately hitting such a target.

Crimson Command
Class | Name | Length | Shields | Hull
Crimson Command XoXaan II-class Star Destroyer | Sceltor | 1000m | 90 | 100 (Running parallel with M1, opening fire with all starboard weapons at medium range)
Crimson Command XoXaan II-class Star Destroyer | Corrupter | 1000m | 95 | 100 (Running parallel with M1, opening fire with all starboard weapons at medium range)
Crimson Command XoXaan II-class Star Destroyer | Achilles | 1000m | 95 | 100 (Running parallel with M1, opening fire with all starboard weapons at medium range)
Crimson Command XoXaan II-class Star Destroyer | Harrow​ | 1000m | 100 | 100 (Running parallel with M1, opening fire with all starboard weapons at medium range)
Crimson Command XoXaan II-class Star Destroyer | Titan​ | 1000m | 100 | 100 (Running parallel with M1, opening fire with all starboard weapons at medium range)

Enemy: [member="Dax Fyre"]

For Dax, there was a different enemy to fight. One that was yet another portion of Crimson Command itself. Out of the voids of space, the Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser Heresiarch would materialize. Having been refitted from its original form as a standard Sovereign, the Heresiarch had been specially modified and designed to function as a dreadnought-slayer, a vessel that both on its own and working in concert with more of its kind would be able to eliminate a dreadnought-scale warship belonging to any hostile faction opposed to the dominance of the Sith Empire. The captain of the powerful vessel, a veteran of decades of service under Vanessa during her time in the prior Sith Empire, through the Unknown Regions, and now once more under the reorganized Sith, would aim his vessel towards the ORC ships and immediately charge its UBeam up.

The UBeam was a devastating weapon. One such weapon was more than capable of causing great harm to a ten kilometer dreadnought, and here was the first target - a three kilometer battlecruiser of what the captain could only assume was a standard ORC type. There had been little intel given to Maldrood forces before they were rushed to this system to assist in its defense, but he could only assume that it was a dangerous vessel, one that needed to be targeted. The UBeam was still charging, and the ship's other forward weapons were being readied to strike the fore of the ship.

Battlecruiser
Class | Name | Length | Shields | Hull
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Heresiarch | 5000m | 100 | 100 (Charging UBeam and priming other forward weapons, targeting Verdict)

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective: Delve greedily and deeply
Equipment: In signature
Allies: [member="Darth Voracitos"] [member="Romi Jade"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Darth Ledgermayne"] [member="Adenn Kyramud"] [member="Ahani Zambrano"]
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Yula Perl"] [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Argis Volmir"] [member="Zak Amroth"] [member="Mav Vohaloveer"]

"Intact enough it doesn't come down on our heads, my Empress," Taeli responded quietly, suppressing the twitch of her eye at the nickname she had just been called. "But feel free to tear them apart."

She could feel the unending hunger of the new Triumvir of Knowledge, its unnatural cravings spiraling around their creator like a vortex. She pitied any Jedi that might encounter Voracitos as all of their disparate forces began their descent into the city. She could sense... covetous feelings among some of the dark siders delving into the tombs, and she didn't blame them. The artifact was emitting a powerful aura into the Force, creating a maelstrom that all currents swirled towards and were enhanced by.

The Jedi were within, she could already feel Coren and others were in the currents now. Crystalline monsters, not of her creation this time, rushed past, their dark master racing along with them. Curious, she would need to study one if it fell and she had the time. Romi and her adepts cleared the path forward for her, removing and swirling away a clinging fog created by the sheer coldness of the ice here... and the spirits that lurked just beyond sight and sense in these places. They were obscuring the target, trying to fool those who searched for it. Jedi, Sith, droid, creature... finding the artifact would not be as simple as some would think it would be. Reaching a crossroads of sorts, Romi and her adepts waited for her to decide on their course of action.

"Search the side passages," she ordered, the other adepts going through separate passages deeper into the ruins. "Romi, accompany me." She started down the passage that twisted down and left, eventually leading them towards one part of the ruins that was truly awe-inspiring. A large fissure separated this section of the city from the other, a narrow bridge the only crossing to the other side. Below, only darkness would meet their gazes. The artifact they sough however, was beyond the bridge.

"Mind your step," she said, gingerly stepping onto the bridge. "Our enemies will be nearing as well."

 

[Zak Amroth]

Location: Lost Jedi City
Equipment: Expeditionary Suit, Hand Cannon, Lightsaber, Backup Piece, Extra Sabers
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Argis Volmir"], [member="Racket"], Trash Family ([member="Yula Perl"], [member="Zef Halo"], [member="Mav Vohaloveer"])
Enemies: [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Adenn Kyramud"], [member="Romi Jade"], [member="Darth Voracitos"]

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"We have teams?" Zak asked the Jedi Master, scratching his head, "I've kinda just been following you."

So maybe he shouldn't have slept through the briefing for this one. There was someone who needed to be kept busy, he had picked up that much from Coren's pep talk. What planet was this, anyway? It didn't matter he supposed, distractions were his specialty. The Sheriff had felt the same dark presence that Starchaser seemed to be so concerned with, but up until now he had just assumed it was indigestion. His head was still swimming from the last swig of his flask, truth be told Zak was in no condition to sense much of anything at the moment.

"Don't worry Big C, I got this," Amroth slurred, clapping his superior roughly on the shoulder, "They want a fight, I'll give em a fight. You just make sure that princess gets rescued."

That didn't sound right. Too late, he had already committed.

Before Coren could stop him, Zak took off ahead of the others. Leaping from ruin to ruin in a display of natural acrobatic prowess enhanced by the Force, the lawman searched for the highest exposed point he could find in the cavern. An old turret, it had no doubt once been a part of the lost city's ancient defenses. It was a crumbling shadow, but it served his purposes well enough. Sheriff Amroth drew both hand cannons in a flash, and let out a whooping holler.

"I'm right here, come and get me!" a las bolt sizzled out of his father's blaster, then a bio-energetic lightning bolt streaked out of the Qektoth disruptor he carried for backup and as a trophy. Luminescent streaks that lit up the ruins like flares, "Y'all ain't so tough!"

He kept firing. One bolt, then the other. The more he filled the darkness with sizzling light, the more he began to believe that there was something out there for him to shoot. Flashes of las fire and bio-electricity gave him split second glimpses, and Zak now saw snarling visages in the shadows. So caught up in the notion that he was just barely holding off a horde of shadowspawn, he did not sense the same dark presence that his father's spirit had warned him about. Instead, Sheriff Amroth continued his imaginary slaughter of the lost city's mirages.

 

[Elani Zambrano]

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Onboard the Goliath
Currently: In communion


When darkness calls, it's servants must answer. It's not a call one ignores. No matter the cost. Elani was a servant to the darkness. She was it's thrall. Or so she allowed it to believe. Soon, the servant would become the master. But first, many lives must be taken. This war lead to countless deaths. Countless souls fed to the abyss known as the afterlife. Soldiers and civilians alike. Death showed no bias and no mercy to any it comes down upon. The darkness grew fat from the feast it was gifted. From this gluttony, Elani grew stronger. All who wielded the dark side grew stronger from it.

But, many fear this strength. This power. And fear makes people do foolish things.

Elani sat in her quarters onboard her uncle's ship, deeply seeped within the darkness that the Goliath held within it's numerous corridors. She communed with as many of the lost souls as she could. For many, it would be too much to bear, but Elani had conditioned her mind for quite some time. She knew what it meant to bear the weight of many tormented souls at once. She thrived for that feeling. It was one of the few times she felt at ease.

Then, a voice came to her ears. A distorted message, blocked by the souls that were speaking to her. She opened her eyes. Her pales pupils returned to their vibrant purple as she left her trance. The disembodied voice became clear. "Lady Elani." the AI called out.

"What is it?" Elani responded.

"Lord Prazutis requests your presence in the throne room." AQUILA stated.

"Very well." Elani responded. She rose from her seated position, left her room to traverse the labyrinthine corridors of the Goliath, making her way to the throne room. Along her way there, she felt the cold embrace of the dark side all around her. This ship was a wicked vessel and Elani felt right at home. It wasn't often the witch found herself on larger vessels as she much preferred the confines of her own shuttle, but she was needed at her uncle's side this day.

Elani forced the doors of the throne room opened and stepped inside. Her head was covered by a black hood, her sword rested in it's sheathe on her back and her lightsaber hung from her hip. Her cape lightly fluttered as she walked up to her uncle's throne. At the feet of Darth Prazutis' throne, Elani dropped to one knee and bowed her head. "You summoned me, my lord?" said his niece.

[member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Zark"]​

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Side: Orc, ostensibly.
Enemies: Sith, again.
Location: A hallway in this mess of a fortress.
Objective: Scum and vilainy. Also, bullying some Sith.

Tags: [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Ao Xian"] [member="Janick Beauchamp"] [member="Celessa"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Ardasz Verd"] [member="Jend-Ro Quill"] [member="Cyran Vaas"] [member="Kyle Farnes"] [member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Andan Solo"] [member="Rian Taske"] @Ladro [member="Arcanus Sunstrider"] @Kingsley



(OOC: sorry I'm late, tag me if you want to dance, I'll probably shrink the tag list as time goes on.)




Vorhi Alestrani, despite arriving early to this particular battle, awoke late. The plan had been simple, really. Coat himself in bronzium body paint, meditate into a near-hibernation, hide an Ysylamiri in the pedestal to weaken his presence in the force, get shipped as some sort of "forbidden" relic of a force tradition, and awaken when the other ORC's came into play.


Unfortunately, Vorhi Alestrani was a moron, and forgot that snapping out of his meditation would require external stimuli outside the force to overwhelm the Ysylamiri's effects. And while an inside agent could do that, they'd be too busy fighting all of this mess.


Thankfully, his incredibly bad master plan had been saved by his assistants in the Salai Kasi, particularly the more obnoxious younglings. They had the impious wit to mark the box 'Fragile,' thus ensuring that some lazy acquisitions officer would improperly store him. As the terrible titanic forces of the hungering sith turned demon and the furious dashade jedi congregated, the base shook, and the rickety shelf he was put on before "inspection" could occur shook, sending his semi-conscious from off the pedestal, out of the half open crate and on top of a curator.


Vorhi was surprised to find his senses return to him, and more surprised to be falling. The curator was surprised that the statue brace for impact, and more surprised that the landing didn't crush his body. The curator was surprised again when Vorhi Alestrani headbutted him into unconsciousness.


Vorhi focused as his senses returned. It was like walking into the sun after for a five hour holoflick where you spent half of it making out with your date. His senses blurred briefly, drunk with all the power. Carnifex was here, and so was Voracitous. Oh, wow. If the planet wasn't covered in ice, it'd probably already be on fire. He could sense several beings. Some sort of sith with a leprous aura, as if he'd weaponized the taint of the dark arts. Then, another, guided by primal, almost feral intent. A true hunter. Then, a....force-eating thing. With an aura like....like an angry crusading lightsider on a warpath, like it was made of swords. Even if the Aang-tii were wrong and the Fellstar wasn't here, there were a lot of insanely dangerous people who thought it was, or just felt like punching each other on a glacier.


Not that Vorhi wanted the Fellstar. No, he needed something else. He frowned and ragged the unconscious curator into a chair, tying the man with his own belt and slapping a small bacta patch on his neck. The poor karker shouldn't have to get brain damage just for breaking his fall.


No longer hidden, his spirit flared, visible in the force. He looked at his hat. He had decided to coat in actual bronzium instead of just some body paint that may or may not have been acquired from one of Joza Perl's back-up dancers. He smiled, letting the force flow through his body, setting his hat and clapping the bronzed disc.

BWWWOOOOOONNGGG​

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Spoiler

https://youtu.be/toq5angPooI

The blind monk put on his hat and walked down the hallway. Time for a trial by combat. This would be fun.