We All Thaw This Coming | ORC Invasion of Rhen Var

[Darth Carnifex]

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Muscular fingers squeezed around flesh and bone, thumb pressed up against where the jaw met the neck. A twitch was all that was required to snap spine and crush trachea, the body tossed aside with callous carelessness to join the others that littered the ground around his feet. Many had not died the same way this man had, their bodies bore the wounds of a monstrous blade that cut deep into their bellies and spilled offal upon the once immaculately kept turadium floor. Others were bereft of limbs, hewn off by the same weapon, or were burnt to a crisp with the faint visages of electricity still crackling around their inert forms. And yet there were those who had been thrown against the walls with such force that they crumbled like tin sheets, their bones broken and leaking life fluid onto the ground; slickening it with bright crimson pools.

The Emperor was not satisfied.

"Fan out, cut them down. These are not the only whelps that have dared to trespass, I smell Jedi."

Truthfully, his claim was more or less hyperbole. He could not smell the Jedi, but he could feel the distinct application of the Force that was not in synchronization with the Sith scrambling at his command to hold the perimeter and drive back the scum. Dark Lord's intuition led him through the labyrinthine halls of the fortress, past his subjects and those they were fighting. Occasionally he would lash out with his body, dashing another scoundrel against the wall as if he were nothing.

He did not cease his implacable advance until he rounded the corner and came face to face with one of the fortress' mighty turadium doors broken inward, a single man standing at the cusp of the threshold. He was dressed in the raiments of the Jedi, there was no mistaking that. He carried himself like one as well, the subtle shifts in his body language were all the indication that the Dark Lord of the Sith needed to know.

"I expected I would find one of you eventually." He spun his blade around once for flourish, loose droplets of blood scattering off to splatter against the ground in front of the Emperor. "Does this Jedi have a name? Or are you just another of their nameless neophytes, not yet bloodied by war?"

[member="Arcanus Sunstrider"]​

 

[Darth Ledgermayne]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D8EMdr6nsQU&list=RDQzHXt6n1QhM&index=5
Location: Jedi City - Moving fast.
Objective: Find the artifact or kill those who hold it. Send in the minions!
Equipment: Dual-phase Lightsaber, x2 Creeping Lignan crystals, rest in sig
NPC's: x12 Oblitus Bellatoria armed with Bowcasters,
x24 Oblitus Mongrels ( See first post #59 on page 3)

Enemies: Preparing to attack [member="Yula Perl"] [member="Zef Halo"] @Mav Vohaloveer
Allies: [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Romi Jade"] [member="Ahani Zambrano"]

It felt disgusting. The rot of corruption that moved like a shadow. There was absolutley nothing stealthy about how the Sith Lord moved with his medium group of crystalline monsters through the city. Shreiking aloud with every other step, groaning, grunting with thumping or tapping feet. The chill of the darkside was colder than the storm of ice and snow around them. A part of nature they themselves did not feel. A testament of how disconnected they all had to of been. Sounds of battle roared from one side of the city. Force energy spiked with intensity and power. The duality of both sides coming to a volatile clash of strength. Any where there was conflict was not where Ledgermayne needed to go. The main objective was to get this blasted star.

Locating such an object of power mundane task. Focus. Unable to close his eyes the sith guilded Gutretee became as stone itself. The storm bending around the red hued humaniod pillar of crystal. Each piece of ice and snow bounced off his body and those around him. The more he focused the stiller time seemed to get. Red eyes pierced the material world starring through stone, metal and flesh. A glow of light blue shined from where crimson eyes could normally be seen. One did not simply rely on sight alone. The physical could be bent, shaped and altered. The eternal was forever.

Force Sight.

Strands of ethereal essence branched out like smoke from a object in the distance. Despite the occurrence of several others in appearance, This particular one was the strongest in the force and it was not alone. The three bodies surrounded it. The slightlest tilt of Ledgermaynes head suggested deeper calculation. Focus on the shapes of each body and figure, all of which to the Sith Lords mind suggested they did not know the artifact was right at their feet.

Ledgermayne was wrong.

Either way it mattered little. The grouping was diagonal to his location and slightly on a lower level.

Ice and snow that slumbered on a right red frigid hand was unsettled as the crystalline part moved. The particles set into a cavort of playfulness before joining the masses below in silence. A foot print shaped grave. So too would the three that sought after the Fell star. Gripping his dagger Jin' Kisasiyina and yanking it out from its sheathe the small weapons effects and defiling nature seemed to over take the Sith lord. His strength and very resolve edged on the precipice of his own limits and even there it continued to stretch. Battle Mind. As long as he held the dagger his focus and concentration would know no dull edge. Out stretching a clawed left hand and widening his stance into that of something similar to martial arts, There was a quick movement of the left hand from upper torso and back out to extension. When the ritualistic move was completed the Sith Lords left hand was balled and the ice, stone, dirt and very earth sung out with a ballad.

Crying out as the elements were compelled to obey the command of a cruel and unnatural taskmaster.
Stretching, changing and opening.
Ice cracking echoed throughout the underground city.
Primeval air released from ages of pressure
Entombment.
Next to be carved.
Shaped into a circular shape, growing with each crash and rattle.
A tremor.

With a satisfied smile Ledgermayne beheld a earth shaped tunnel of stone and ice. Perfect in geometry. From its angle the tunnel would open several feet above the three near the Fell star.

" Ati diâ tarsasi." Solitary finger pointed down the tunnel as the tongue of High sith commanded immediate attack. Go and feast. The first to rush down would be the entire horde of blood thirsty Oblitus Mongrels to overwhelm and tire the enemy. They would in their mindlessness attempt to grab, scratch, bite and slash relentlessly. No doubt they would hear the monsters approach before they would even arrive to their location. If they survived that then maybe things could get more interesting.

If they survived....

 

[Strider Garon]

Location: In the Air within shield bubble of Dreypa's Peak​

Enemy: [member="Veire Arenais"] ORC and ORC allies​

Allies: TSE & TSE Allies​

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What seem to be an endless white ocean with large tidal waves was the vast snowy mountainous landscape around Dreypa's Peak. There had been times Strider had praised the simple tech of climate control with in his beskar'gam, today being most grateful. Flying above the snow, openly straddled to his basilisk war droid would of been very uncomfortable with out inner heating options. Falling to hypothermia would of been embarrassing for the great mandalorian warrior and certainly not how he would like to go. Though, fantasizing for a violent death on the field of battle would be insane to most people, for an old man such as Strider Garon, it was far more appetizing than suffering the indignities that old age brought upon. Defending a Sith Empire also seemed indignant to a man that had spent a good chunk of his life waging war against. The mandalorians were a people of honor and a defensive pact was made out of necessity. And if there was one thing that was to be said about the mandalorians, they were a honorable people that kept their oaths. Well..... most of them did. There were sects out there, like CIS's Mandalorian Protectors that had different ideas what honor and mandalorian meant.

Strider and his droid mount was sent out from the besieged fortress to investigate possible perimeter shield breach of ORC invaders. Oders were simple....seek and destroy. Simple orders, the ones he liked. The cold wind nipped at his yellow tattered shoulder cape as he soared above scanning for potential targets. Wouldn't take long before the droid found prey. The snow was hard to hide in but this troop of invaders did not look like they were the hiding type. Vice versa, the mandalorian and his Droid would of been easily seen and heard in the air.

Just like a bird of prey, the droid angled into a nose dive bringing its array of weapons to bare down on the troop of ORC warriors (Veiere Arenais and Antari rangers) in a awesome display of firepower.

 

[Kingsley]

Location: Fancy Office
Objective: Sell Out to the Empire Vanquish Evil
Allies: [member="Andan Solo"], [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] (maybe)
Enemies: The Sith Empire

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"Yeah, yeah," Kingsley grumbled to himself, "Rrrawk! Check the stuff, Kingsley. Lift the crates, Kingsley. Sometimes I feel like you don't appreciate-"

Andan cried out, and his Hiitian partner whirled around in time to see him tossed around as if by an invisible hand.

"Forcer?" the avian repeated dumbly, "Forcer, where?!"

He charged at the Imperial official, blunderbuss raised to fire. A flick of the man's wrist was enough to send Kingsley spiraling through the air. His sidearm went off, coring a hole through the very crates he had been sent to inspect. The far wall roughly broke his momentum, and he slid down to the floor with a groan. As if to add insult to injury, a sonic wail tore through the base, nearly knocking him unconscious with its intensity.

Through blurred vision, the smuggler could make out their assailant reel and clutch his ears. He saw Andan raise his blaster to fire, the bolt igniting against the Sith official's chest. Everything faded in and out, but eventually Kingsley staggered to his feet. Outside he could hear the sounds of not so distant battle, but after such a chaotic scuffle the beuracrat's office was eerily quiet save for a lingering tinnitus from the intense sonic vibrations.

"Dude, you killed a Sith," was all he could think to his say. Eyes wide, he stood over the body in shock, "We're so kriffed."

Andan was going through a lot right now, probably best not to tell him about the relics right away. He was mad enough as it was, and its not like they could track down any more in the middle of all this.

"Unless..."

There had to be more where that crate came from.

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

[SIZE=9pt]MOUNTAINSIDE[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Objective: Sacrifice a trash panda to Vahl.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Equipment: [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Zaudraka[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]SIF-7 Minos[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]SI-PES shield generator[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Uniform[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt] [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]Power Mace[/SIZE]

Silence

[SIZE=9pt]Joycelyn Zambrano woke with a sudden gasp of air. Smoke billowed in a heavy column that flickered with firelight at its root and pooled against the fortress' shield at its peak. Cold, white, crystalline snow stabbed her skin as she stared up into the blue Rhen Var sky and simply focused on breathing. No, not just snow. She felt shards of metal and glassteel. She felt scrapes and cuts, and the dull ache of a body-sized bruise. Her toes moved testingly, her fingers clenched and unclenched. She could move at least.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]As she put her weight on her left elbow, the vahlacanthix felt the distinct presense of flesh underneath her. Looking, she saw the jumbled body of a Sith-Imperial legionnaire. His neck was twisted so gruesomely that while his chest faced her, she could not see the face. Sitting up, she saw another, and another. Their charcoal armour cut a stark contrast against the colour of the snow and ice. There were other bodies too, a less familiar design. It did not matter who they were. What did matter was that they did not belong at Dreypa’s Peak.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]She stood, shivers seizing her muscles finally as the wetness of melted snow pierced the wool of her uniform, and the shearing wind cut through to her skin. She warmed herself on the fire of Vahl, but even it was diminished in this frozen place.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Joycelyn surveyed the scene; the way the bodies lay strewn told her they had all landed there from above. Two had tried to climb, but succumbed to their wounds. One had escaped up toward the fortress. And then there was Joycelyn herself. By all signs she should have been dead, but there were two things that had worked in her favour: Her mastery of the Force and apparent quickness in activating a shield generator. She could feel the heat of it still as she pulled out the expended power packs. The SI-PES was battered, but hopefully still functional. With shivering hands, she turned the body of the sergeant over and stole his power pack. She also took his SIF-7 Minos as her holster was empty. In the snow, near him lay a bludgeoning device of sith-imperial make. She decided to take that as well.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]In her scramble to get her bearings, she had neglected to check on the most important weapon in her kit, and when she did so, she found the scabbard empty. Frantically, her eyes looked left and right, up and down, until she saw the dark silhouette of Zaudraka up on the lip of Dreypa’s Peak’s tall, white wall. near the billowing smoke.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]She set out in a jog, then a run, then increased it to a mad dash through the snow. The frozen white parted around her legs like water parting for the prow of a waterspeeder. Setting her dominant foot on a black stone that jutted out of the snowy mass, she launched herself into a jump. Her body crashed against the white wall, one arm clamping on to the peak of the parapet. With a grunt of strength, she hoisted herself up, and there Joycelyn saw the theatre of war spreading out before her. Tension buzzed in the air like a thick cloud of invisible wasps, and she saw groups of people moving here and there.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]Looking down, she saw Zaudraka stuck in the back of an unknown individual. Her fingers wrapped around the long sword’s hilt and jerked it out, drawing with it a trail of red. Flames licked up along the blade and ushered a new warmth through her body. Steam rose from the wet wool of her ripped uniform.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“Mother Vahl, bless me with your wrath.[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]As she spoke, the snow around her feet withdrew in a rapid melt as heat radiated from her body. She touched one of the cuts that raked her body and touched it to Zaudraka’s blade[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]“By my blood, accept the sacrifices we are about to bestow upon you.[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]As the blood sizzled, flames dripped down into the melt and formed into a globule of living, [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]animated flame[/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]. The dripping increased as five more globes of living fire spawned around her. It was no army, and they held nowhere near the same power as the crownguard or the blackblades, but they were bound to her will. The flames fell in line behind her, two by three, nearly forming into a blanket.[/SIZE]

 

[Darth Voracitos]

Enemies: [member="Argis Volmir"] (Boiled Asparagus), [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

"Disappointing," Once more the Sith Lord spoke laced with boredom, hopefully heard, but making no distinct effort to be heard just as the Jedi propelled himself forward with a vertical slash on his left flank. Just as before, Voracitos rose two fingers (his index and pinky) now on his left hand. A spirit on his sleeve seemed to come alive, and in its phantasmic hands Voractios' own lightsaber was summoned into his grip to block horizontally and give resistance to the heavy saber strike, sparks flying about the Sith Lord's face to no effect.

Meanwhile, the conglomerate of spirits which had previously formed the funnels for the fire the Jedi unceremoniously absorbed, lurched towards Voracitos at the Jedi's back. They would attempt to grapple his boots, helmet, and/or the glove of his other arm. Still Voracitos did not bring to bear his presence in the force, delegating the task to his undead servants, commanding them only with the delicate raising of fingers upon his hand. When the Sith Lord would see opportunity, and by that he means a challenge he cannot face by delegation, then the Sith Lord would strike. Whether or not this brutish warrior would be capable of that remained to be seen.

Unlike his previous encounter with the Jedi [member="Jubei"], who had the gall to openly mock him for his weight (something which had not happened in decades considering the lack of idiots who have survived such encounters), thus far this Jedi offered nothing unique that would earn his ire enough to actually play with the Sith Lord's food. For a comparison, currently the tech-wielding Jedi was like an unsavory kind of vegetable, with the texture of mush and the flavor of crunchy water. Briefly, Voracitos ached for another encounter with the spicy and tender meat of the rabbit Jedi. He still had his severed foot for good luck, though he had to treat it to various preservatives to ensure it did not decay. He briefly debated on whether or not he should eat it, but eventually decided against it. How would he taunt the Jedi Knight if he did not have his trophy?


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The Dark Spots on the periphery of [member="Yula Perl"]'s senses began to slow their approach, but remained present, like a pair of stalkers waiting for their quarry to look the other way. Other dark monstrosities seemed at play, ones which the Hungered Vassals did not control, originating from other sorcerous Sith ([member="Darth Ledgermayne"]). The Lady Envy sensed these unnatural aberrations, and warned the Savant Wrath. Such creatures not under her control worried her, as they answered to a different master, she did not know if they could distinguish friend from foe.

They still had a mission, however, and unlike mindless monsters the pair would not charge senselessly without some idea of who they were facing. Thus, as the Savant Guard her from threats, the witch like Hungered Vassal unrolled one of her scrolls and began an incantation. The edges of the scroll frayed with green blue flame as it lifted into the air, the energies of the force coursing through her into it.


"Woyunoks hadzuska koshûjontû..."

She spoke the first line to summon a Dwomutsiqsa, a Smoke Demon, focusing on the beacon of light and the artifact itself. Her own scrolls were incomplete, not easily controlled and not nearly as powerful, but somehow being so near to the epicenter of chaos surrounding the supposed "Fell Star", it seemed she was inspired in the force. Though it would pale in comparison to legends of the spell, this particular Smoke Demon might just be a little more potent than one's she has conjured before. Line by line she went, the alchemical parchment burning up in the darkness, before suddenly upon the final line the light gave way to darkness... eclipsed by a formless thing settling in on what fear it shall appear to its victim as.

It lurched into the darkness silently and without sight, making its way to assail [member="Zef Halo"] and his trash family...

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

Location: ON the move
Objective: Find ORC Forces and provide support
Equipment - Merr-Sonn Blasters | Taozin amulet
Allies: ORC - [member="Kingsley"] | [member="Andan Solo"] | [member="Cyran Vaas"] |[member="Arcanus Sunstrider"] | [member="Ladro"]
Enemies: Sith

Running in the cold hurt worse than dancing across hot sand in your bare feet. The cold seeped into her lungs cutting short every breath even in the best cold weather gear it was slow going.

The Noobs were doing their best Rekha had to put aside her own sense of urgency to make sure they survived. She was able to run until she felt her lungs struggling. That time she had been stranded on Hoth taught her more about the cold.

Simon was panting the little puffs of air lasted but a moment the moisture disappearing in a blink.

They had to stop. "REST" She leaned forward resting on her knees as she tried to relax her own breathing. Her green eyes scanned around them so far nothing luck as on their side all the fighting was being localized to the only locations that meant anything on Rhen Var. But there were secrets hidden under the layers of snow and ice some she had heard since she first stepped on a ship, others in myth and legend.

"Cap'n" Simon his cheeks and nose burning red, "I think I have the LT"

"Morin, this is Kaarde you there?"

"yes mam...I might be able to get to you. Word is there's a space battle going on...and there's ground skirmishes." Morin was a good man he had accepted rank only after persuaded what good he could do. Rekha was comfortable taking his assessments.

She looked at the group again, she could get them on the ship and then...do something insane.

"LT if you can get to us we will sit still. If you think you can't tell me now so we can keep moving" Decisions the kind that could cost 4 to 5 lives including her own. The cold would kill them easy, being a Sith prisoner was not an option that is if the Sith actually took prisoners. Luckily only she and [member="Coren Starchaser"] knew what she did in her spare time with businesses in three different locations.

And Jarrod but he was back on Coruscant.

"I have to try Cap'n." There was a hint in his voice that said he wasn't sure.

"Ok...we stay put till you show. If you aren't here within the hour I'm moving out."

"Understood Morin out."

Three hopeful faces looked at her, 3 pairs of eyes that showed how tired they were, "Ok we stay put for a bit and give him his chance." The group was tired and unnerved by the sudden change of circumstances. Rekha knew youth played a part in it but in this galaxy they would lose some of their naive look upon the galaxy. She hated that they had to grow up before their time but if they were going to live and fight it was going to flitter away anyhow. She was glad that for the moment she could provide a cushion for it.

 

[Mav Halo]

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Location: Jedi City
Objective: Get out of Dodge
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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“Oh no, my elderly, decrepit father has fallen and can’t get up. Who could have foreseen this incredibly surprising turn of events.” Mav deadpanned, standing impassively to the side for several long seconds before begrudgingly offering his hand to the senior Vaholoveer. If not for the man himself, than for the sake of the impressionable pink niece that flitted around. Family was still a strange and new concept for the Corellian mercenary. It hadn’t quite overstayed its welcome just yet. “Up you get old man. If you think I’m carrying your sorry shebs out of here, you got another karking thing coming, y’hear? And watch where you’re going ne----”

His voice abruptly died mid-sentence in his throat, those amber eyes widening as they followed Yula’s exclamation towards the strange star-like protrusion jutting from the packed snow. Before the Fell Star had been a pipe dream, a convenient excuse for this little excursion, but now with the prospect of an actual payday was staring back at them, Mav’s mood suddenly took a dramatic upswing. The cigarra hanging loosely between his lips as they slowly dragged themselves into a smile. “Well, yee and or haw. I guess you ain’t entirely useless after all, padre.”

What was the going rate on Force Artifacts these days? Granted the market seemed a lot more saturated than it was a few years back, but something like this - plucked from the jaws of a Sith planet no less - had to fetch a decent amount of creds, even when it was split three ways. Of course, there was nothing to say that split had to be strictly even. This whole family thing wasn’t half bad, but credits were credits at the end of the day. He would just need to...

Skrtch Skrtch Skrtch.

The gunslinger paused midstep. The sudden sound causing his head to cock to the side like the stray dog he often resembled, a puzzled look crossing his features for a split second before he spun with a curse. A blaster already slipping free from its holster even as the first corpsified, crystalline face burst through a tunnel just behind the trio. It’s snarled expression forever frozen in place as the sonic cannon kicked back, living up to its raucous name by unleashing an almost deafening WHOOMPF! that sent a concentrated wave of hard sound slamming through the first ranks.

“Well, I’ll be. Looks like the tourism board finally sent that welcoming committee.” The wittism was almost drowned out as Mav squeezed off another shot, using the wide angle of the blast to trying to bottleneck them as much as possible. A feat growing even more difficult as the horde continued to surge down the tunnel, all but tripping and falling on top of the corpses of their zombified comrades. Even the addition of a second gun, an antiquated Emissary revolver, seemed to only slow the inevitable tide bearing down upon them.

Time to go.

“Hey kid,” The Corellian called as he started to step back, his gaze not once wavering from the… What the flying kark did you even begin to call these things? Gembies? Corpstals? Deadmonds? Kark it, they could sort that the specifics out later - assuming, of course, there was a later to begin with. “You ever been inside unstable mine before? Only takes one little shove to bring a whole section tumbling down.”

Hopefully she would catch his drift. If not, well, as much as it pained him to admit, his old man was a wiley one. A trick like that should be right up his wheelhouse. Speaking of…

“Pops, a little help, yeah?”

 

[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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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qDKQj7xdFsA​

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"I'm karkin' fine, a'ight. Y'all worry 'bout ya'll's self." Zef grumbled as he stood up shoving Mav's hand away from him. His ego, as always, quite big. You didn't survive close to fifty years in the smuggling business without having big cajones. "Think we hit the jackpot, kiddos."

Or not.

The ground shook almost tossing the ol' scoundrel back down before a hole opened above them and pure monstrosities started falling down like rain from it. The humor with which Mav handled it reminded him a lot of his own self when he was that age eons ago. It would've brought a smile on his face had he not been worried about Yula's state of mind.

When he'd met her, he had quickly found out she had inherited a good bit of his hot shot attitude perhaps to her mother's chagrin but right now Zef was seeing a terrified kid.

Even worse. A terrified grandchild of his own blood.

Run.

The word whispered in his mind once more in his life. The natural instinct of the smuggler to bail when things weren't looking good but the ol' man kept it within bay. A resolve, which he had once found in the adrenaline rush the Crusades pumped him with, he now found it in his kin.

He'd die before he'd let any of these two come to harm.

Right?

right?

"Yeeehaw, kid. That's some Crusader shootin' right there. oYa, oYa, karkers." The particle beam blaster materialized in his hand as fast as his reputation allowed him to but still slower than the poncho wearing son of his. Firing round after round of explosive energy into the ugly karkers, Zef figure out Mav's plan but a chill running deep inside him halting him from following up the mercenary's idea.

A sight to the right from one of the tunnels spooked him out intensely as the form of Yula? or was that Joza? fuming in anger silently crept towards them.

"What the kark?" His aim severely penalized from the sudden division of attention drew his rounds into nearby rocks. "That ain't karkin' right." Zef grimaced speaking under his nose as fear slowly built up within his core.

"Yula! Kark this place down!" He yelled out in the commotion if she hadn't already followed up with Mav's smart plan.

Why did it always have to be monsters?

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Location: Jedi City
Objective: Gain Possession of the Fell Star
Allies: [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Romi Jade"] [member="Darth Voracitos"]
Enemies: [member="Zak Amroth"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Argis Volmir"]
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

The Master of Ren kept moving through the ruins, feeling the power of the artifact, zooming in with his HUD, he saw several figures moving to a narrow bridge among the ruins. The artifact must have not been close behind, his droids waited for their master's order's as the Master of Ren contemplated his next move carefully he would not allow that artifact to be taken by either his Jedi Adversaries nor his Sith allies for that matter. He wanted that power, craved it. Feeling it's energy, it's power must have been beyond the bridge. The Commando Droid who spoke to him earlier approached him, asking what the next move will be. Kyrel thought for a moment, he didn't want to waste all of his forces, but he did not want anyone but him to gain possession of the power he sought within the artifact.

"Follow me for now, any opposition that is met disperse and make your way to the bridge. Kill anyone be it Sith or Jedi." He said in a cold tone through his mask. The droid nodded. "Roger, roger." Moving through the ruins, so far no one challenging him. Momentarily he thought that stealing the artifact would be an easy task. Hardly a challenge unless he encountered his Sith Cousins but he would cross that bridge when it came down to it. For now they marched the clanking of the Droid's would no doubt fill the void of the eerie silence felt throughout the ruins. The Force was aswirl Jedi and Sith, Light and Darkness clashing in the ruins of once a proud city no doubt. Now it would be the battleground for an artifact so few wish to claim for themselves.

Hearing a voice not to mention blaster bolts go past him. "Hmmm a feeling... Someone I haven't felt since." He slowly dawned on it, what he felt, the figure that was approaching around the ruins, he felt something familiar, a presence he had not felt in years. But it was impossible if he thought who it was. Shaking his head he banished it from his mind. Pressing forward until encountering what looked to be a Kiffar. A species he had read of but never had the pleasure of meeting.

The Commando Droids activated their Orange Lightsabers with a sharp hiss, raising their cortosis shields. The Centurions posed ready to strike as well as the Grapple Droids. "What is it now... A Kiffar attacking nothing.... Get out of my way boy or I'll do you a kindness by separating your head from your body." He said his tone dripping with impatience and venom towards the young man before him. The droids for the moment remained with their Master, as he slowly pulled out his saberstaff. Watching the Kiffar carefully.

 

[Rian Taske]

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Location: Geothermal Basement
Mission: Take down the generators
Allies: ORC
Enemies: TSE, [member="Itash Mecetti"]

She set to work, but here, in this situation, there wasn't much she could do. Get him out of here? There were people counting on them- not to mention there was no way she was getting him back up the way they came. Not just the wall but then up the side of an icy cliff? No. Best thing was to finish the job and then find another way out.

Leave him?

That was also possible, and it weighed on her mind. Part of the job was knowing when to sit and work and when to walk away. She couldn't save everyone. But usually those cases were battle field injuries- the kind of things that people wouldn't survive without a full hospital, if they would survive it at all. Black X. Move on. Focus on the people you could stabilize or save. This was something different. This was unlikely to be life threatening- oh sure a clot or infection but even with delayed care those things could be easily accounted for. But walking away from him here and now could mean a death sentence if things went south, especially quickly.

No matter. That wasn't an option she had to worry about, not right now. She could handle 'Shua and Gil could- She sighed inwardly. He was kind of a ninny if she was being honest, but at least it was possible to carry out the mission with him, even if 'Shua was out of commission.

They had work to do, and fast- this was already taking up more time than they had. [member="Sol Stazi"] and others were counting on them, dozens of lives potentially. Rian honestly wasn't counting on their way out- the sapper team set up by Sol to tunnel in. Oh, they'd try, she knew. And it wasn't personal. Just that she always expected the extraction to fall through.

Usually it did.

Where was Gil anyway? He should have been ground side already-

With the Sith jamming comms, and her external ear piece turned off to muffle the ear splitting noise, she had no idea what had happened to Gil. Until she turned around.

"Gil can you- damn," she muttered, the feedback from the jamming making that all too clear. Still on her knees beside 'Shua, she pivoted to look back over her shoulder. From there the motions slow as her eyes locked on the crumbled form. Slowly standing up and taking a step toward him.

That step was all she needed. There was no surviving that- even Rian, hardened to battlefield injuries, looked away from the mess of glistening bone and grey matter. Throat tight, mind already churning with what this meant, she looked up at where the rope had been anchored. She'd done that- set it. And now....

Jaw set.

Stepping up, she knelt beside Gil, hands unlatching his pack and taking the materials she needed. Heading back over to 'Shua. Helmet to helmet, explaining over the continued shriek in the upper air. A tight nod from him, handing over his pack.

"I'll be back for you, got it?"

"Unless you can't."

A pause there. Then a nod. "Unless I can't."

She didn't take his hold out blaster, but everything else of use between the two got loaded up. Standing up with a grunt, her gaze avoided the still form of Gil. In the back of her mind, guilt screamed, but she didn't have time for that now. Hitching the pack higher, Rian set off, angling toward where their intel had said the generators were. If she hurried, she could make up the time.

 

[Ao Xian]

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Location: Plot necessary hallway
Objective: Bite the insulter
Allies: TSE
Enemies: [member="Daro Tarsi"]
Incidental Now That Insulted: ORC

The noise was everything. It took some time (how much? Ao honestly wasn't sure) to gather up enough fortitude to focus on the Force. Many force users learned methods necessary to increase their natural capacities. Their speed, their strength, their senses. Ao, on the other hand, had been practicing the exact opposite- utilizing it to dull her senses. It still didn't bring those hyperactive sensations down to a level that was completely ignorable, but enough that it was tolerable.

She did not like being so muffled. It felt like everything was buffered in cotton and she loathed it.

But it was better than writhing in pain, entirely incapacitated.

Of course it meant that a particularly ugly human was able to waltz right up to her without her even knowing he was there.

With a whimper, she opened her eyes, looking up. Right up the barrel of a blaster.

Instinct moved faster than intent. Even as his finger pulled on the trigger, Ao was shifting. Robe shredding, scales flashing. A Xykan's shift was swift. It was violent.

The blaster bolt into her flank behind her back leg as she moved didn't help with the last part at all. Ao shrieked, the smell of scorched flesh reptilian flesh a particularly throat coating stink. If she hadn't been depressing her senses already, that would have been enough to return her to the floor. Instead it burned-

And it angered.

How DARE

Ugly?!?!

She moved faster than a snake, one moment one spot, the next moment another, sinuous and graceful- with fangs.

Jaws snapping, focused on the forearm of the hand holding the gun. To grab, to bite, to rend.

 

[Vereshin]

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Objective: Obtain the Fell Star
Allies: [member="Taeli Raaf"], [member="Kyrel Ren"], [member="Adenn Kyramud"], [member="Romi Jade"], [member="Darth Voracitos"], [member="Darth Ledgermayne"]
Enemies: [member="Yula Perl"], [member="Zef Halo"], [member="Mav Vohaloveer"], [member="Argis Volmir"], [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Zak Amroth"], [member="Racket"]

Snow flew around Vereshin as he ran, the wails and screeches of battle muted by the cave. Stopping beside a large boulder, he placed a gloved hand against it and peered onto the clearing where he had planted the imitation of the Fell Star. His colleague, an alchemist he trusted dearly, had crafted it and all Vereshin had to do was imbue it with the puzzle which lead to the real thing. Footprints covered the snow, surrounding the area where the star had been left and now, as far as Vereshin could see, it was gone, plucked by some unknowing group of travelers who were convinced it was real. Rubbing his hands together, Vereshin smiled mischievously, the ends of his mouth curving upwards.

"Ha!" He cackled amidst the silence.

The sorcerer darted forward, running across the area where the travelers had been, when he picked up a strangely familiar Force presence, one he had not sensed until after the battle of Thyferra, when he had spent time in hospital after over-exerting his powers. The presence was soft and reminded him of a woman he had spoken to there, filling him with the rising unease that his past was following him. Wringing his hands, he looked at the footprints, then felt through the Force for Joza, who could have been the one carrying the fake star. Throwing his hands upward, Vereshin compacted his form into a body of black smoke.

The particles gathered, then he accelerated them forward, flying through the rock to where Joza and her fellow adventurers were running from the Sith. Around him, the walls trembled, throwing rubble downwards as he the smoke reformed and he landed directly on the ground. Joza was there, as she had existed in the past, along with two other smugglers from the Outer Rim. As the smoke gathered, it swirled around Vereshin's body like an opaque ribbon, his black overcoat blending with the hue. Placing a hand on his chest, he bowed to the smugglers, a wide, enthusiastic smile on his face, baring his pitch black teeth.

"Mrs Perl, it has been a long time." Vereshin said to the woman who appeared to be Joza, although she looked slightly different. Her hair was darker, but perhaps it was simply her clothes which threw him off, as she had been in a hospital gown when he had last seen her.

"The years no doubt have changed me, Joza, or rather, the years I lost from being stuck in a black hole." Vereshin said, throwing his hand to the side. He took off his gloves and slipped them over the edge of his pocket, then splayed his fingers in preparation to cast, while speaking smoothly, his voice much more confident than when Joza had met him. "That is mine." He pointed at the fake Fell Star. Although he knew it was an imitation, he opted to play up the idea that it was genuine to divert the three smugglers further away from the path stored inside. The dark energy gathered beneath his palms, swirling thick and compacting, ready to be cast.

"Give it to me." Vereshin ordered.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Death was not the end.

It was an understanding he had come to so many years ago that death was not the end of all things, rather it was a beginning to something new. For those with the power to grasp the concept of death it was a door they could cross between, a gateway and it wasn't one that they were forced to take. Deep in the nexus of pure dark side energy his power ascended to even greater heights, a maelstrom of madness to look upon the Deathlord on his throne, it was extraordinary. For a spiritual bound being like [member="Zark"] to stare upon the visage of Darth Prazutis it was like staring into the beating heart of the Great Beyond, it was horror beyond comprehension, an great old one with dominion over the dreaming dark, the pale realm.

If he was surprised at the appearance of the powerful Jedi Master's appearance he didn't show it. The spiritual torment of the death echoes filling the halls congregated the loudest around them, a grin forming on the face of the Dark Titan as the spirit began to speak. "You have made a grave mistake coming here to my domain, Master Zark. The light does not exist in these halls." The Sith Lord said as power slowly began to concentrate in him, it was a slow pulling motion a subtle gesture and the nexus responded. "I fear nothing for I conquered such a concept long ago. But you? You're taking a great risk coming here Jedi, testing the boundaries of what your spiritual existence will allow. You court oblivion standing before me." Prazutis said his voice booming with power as his niece [member="Elani Zambrano"] appeared in the chamber, oblivious to the spiritual being behind her.

"I will reach out and grasp your fledgeling soul, I will deny you the peace of banishing back into the immaterium and bind you to the dreaming dark for all eternity!" He said with a mere gesture he pulled Elani out of the way through the force, and thrust his other hand forward. There was a sudden eruption, a blast of pure void energy erupted from his hand hurtling towards Zark. Finally the Lord of Lies stood up to his full gargantuan form, he descended the stairs of his throne.

"Steel yourself child we have company." He said to Elani.

 

[Arage Bao]

Location: Don't even know anymore
Mission: Wasn't I supposed to get here something....
Allies: My undying discipline
Enemies: Weird Ugly Lad- WAIT THOSE TEETH, AAAAHHHH [member="Ao Xian"]

Maybe if Daro wasn't a chronic alcoholic things would have been different.

Could have dodged.

Stepped back. Hell, maybe shoot again, once that WEIRD shape-shifting happened. Instead that one blast shot went off (scorched, smelled a bit like Tatooine barbeque, not so bad) and then the lady-snake-fox-whatever the feth was on him. Big teeth the size of daggers sinking into his arm. The flesh-y arm. They had to go through armor-weave, but that only arrested her momentum for a moment. It was made for blaster shots. Maybe a shiv in an alley.

Not the clenching jaws an' teeth of a natural-born predator.

AHHHHHHHHHHHH

Tarsi cried out. Letting go of the blaster, tears in the eyes as pain laced through his body. Adrenaline high. Fight or flight... except that there was nowhere to flee to with this THING hanging off his arm. So, honestly, there was only fight left to him.

Only one thing to do in this situation- AAAAHHHH

Clenched teeth, gritting, the cyber-arm to the left balled into a fist and moved to slam into Ao's side. As many times was necessary to dislodge her really. If that didn't do anything? Maybe choke her- Daro shivered, why did he feel some cold down his spine all of a sudden?

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Oh, right.

Throughout this all Daro was screaming like a panicked maniac.

 

[Yula Perl]

Location: Jedi City
Objective: Bring down the house
With: [member="Zef Halo"] | [member="Mav Vohaloveer"]
Ally Tags: [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Argis Volmir"] | [member="Zak Amroth"] | [member=”Racket”]
Engaging: [member="Darth Ledgermayne"] [Spooky bois]| [member="Darth Voracitos"] [Mom ghost] | [member="Vereshin"]
Enemy Tags: [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Adenn Kyramud"] | [member="Romi Jade"] | [member="Ahani Zambrano"]

All hell broke loose, as things generally did when Yula was involved. This was more hell than usual, though. Maybe it was the family curse?

Crystalline sith ghouls poured from a freshly carved output in the ceiling, the origins of which Yula had no clue. That was generally how things went, though—you couldn’t spend the time on the how or why, because then you’d be dead. Lesson #1 from Grandpa. He and Uncle Mav seemed to have a handle on the never-ending ghost portal for the moment, but moments didn’t last long. She crouched, yanking the “Fell Star” from the ice before rising swiftly. Her eyes rolled up towards the ceiling of the tunnel.

Bring it down.

Mav was right, probably. Just a little shove, more than manageable to her. Her attention was diverted by Zef’s curse, not for the language, but the sheer confusion and vague disgust it held. Green eyes flickered further down the tunnel to see none other than her mother, [member="Joza Perl"] headed towards them. And she. Look. Pissed. “What the actual kark—?” She couldn’t place her finger on it, but something was off. Was the family crazy finally kicking in?

"Mrs Perl, it has been a long time."​

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Yula’s head whipped around to face a rather pallid man, startled by his sudden appearance beside her. Her eyes narrowed in both confusion and an attempt to recognize him, but her memory bank had come up short. She could not place him. But then, he’d called out her mother’s name. Was he speaking to the creeping figure at the other end of the tunnel—no, his eyes were fixed on her. This was all so strange, and Yula’s patience was beginning to wear thin.

Zef yelled for her, urging his granddaughter to destroy the tunnel, and she listened. Inhaling deeply, Yula drew on that power that lived around and them, latching onto the tides of the Force. Fixing her gaze onto the stranger’s own, her upper lip curled into a snarl. “It's MISS.”

Her arms shot upwards immediately, delivering an overzealous blast of Force towards the ceiling of the cave, overlapping against the hole that Ledgermayne had created for his minion’s to pour out of. The ceiling crumbled and cracks quickly spiraled through the walls which began to collapse, sending a hail of icy debris unto the tunnels’ occupants.

Just a little shove to bring the house down.

 

[Ladro]

Objective: 'Attempting to breach the network access facility so they might obtain intel to use against the Sith'
Allies: ORC & Allies ~
Enemies: Sith & Allies
Undecided how I feel ~ Jan Beauchamp

As the soldiers pried the doors open the crowd poured through pushing and shoving. Madness of fear had begun to sink into the heart of the city. "Doors are being pried all over the city. Keep moving. Keep moving. You'll be safe." Came the voices of soldiers assuring the masses as thousands of bodies moved violently throughout the city.


"Keep moving..." kept being shout out. A river of moving bodies ran through the halls. Desperation clung to the short breathes that were being taken from the distance of running the people had to undertake to get to safety. Soldiers stood at the forced open doorways instructing everyone not to stop. Black charred marks in the walls was all that was left of the speakers in the ceiling. The sound of the incapacitating sounds rang out but not nearly as loud. Ladro removed the protection that had protected his ears from the attack while running with the crowd.

Beads of sweat covered Ladro's face, his inhales and exhales labored, and his eyes darted around like a man in shock. A single soldier stood by an access point. Cutting to his left he was able to throw himself up against the wall by the soldier stopping his momentum. "Sir keep moving. You cannot stop here." Ladro inhaled and exhaled violently while turning to look at the soldier. His eyes opened wide as if for the first time to realize where the noise had come from. "Oh thank God!" Ladro stepped towards the soldier getting too close for comfort. His words spoken an inch from the man's face, "My Wife! She.... She! I Can't find her!" Eyes darted around and Ladro turned to look back at the mass of moving citizens. "She'll be safe. Keep moving." He spun around again grabbing the soldiers arm in desperation, "Please!! I have to find her!!" The action the soldier took was swift. He knocked Ladro's arms away from his arm. "I said keep moving!" The words stern and forceful. Ladro let the force of the soldiers swipe slam him into the wall before crumbling to the floor in tears. "Shizzz." muttered the soldier under his breath. In between sobs Ladro spoke. Gasps of air choking him in between words that were trying to get out. "We. We. We. We, lost our son one year ago. He was our everything. We had always wanted to get away from the planet we had been born on. Move far away and start a family. We had finally made our dream come true. Maxiphonius was only two when..." Ladro's sobs grew louder. "Lowri never recovered. I begged her to get help. She was suicidal. That was right before she took temp work here in the city. She's stationed in a Naf." Whether out of pitty or to move the situation along the guard engaged with a question. "What is a Naf?" Ladro piped up quickly with volume. "I Don't Know. She just said that she was being stationed in the Naf." The soldier paused. "Do you mean NAF?" Ladro looked at him. His eyes puffy and filled with panic. "What is that?! Is that on the front lines?! Is she hurt?!" "NAF is an acronym. It stands for Network Access Facility." Ladro got to his feet. His face filled with excitement for the first time "Do you know where it is? Can you take me to her?!" The soldier's response came after a prolonged pause. "I know where it is. No I will not take you to it." Ladro's face sunk. "Please!" "I said no." Ladro's shoulders seemed to drop to the floor with the response. He turned away slowly and started to join the crowd without looking back. He stopped and turned looking at the soldier. "I know what they all say. You know. About your side. That the jedi are good and you are evil. That you don't care about anyone other than yourselves." Ladro let the last words sit with the soldier for a moment before continuing. "I don't believe it. You are good people too." He stood motionless. The moment turned into seconds. The silence between them going unbroken. Ladro dropped his head and turned. He stepped forward feeling the failure was over him. The feeling of a tight squeeze around his arm stopped him. "Follow me."

Ladro followed behind the soldier closely thanking the soldier under his breathe countless times. "I'm coming baby. I'm coming for you Lawri." he mumbled in between the thank yous. Sweat on his forehead continued to bead as his eyes darted around. The soldier's pace seemed to quicken every few steps. It was clear the soldier was annoyed and second guessing their decision but it was too late to turn back. A door to the right came into view. The soldier removed a data stick that he inserted into the wall beside the door. The backup protocol that they had come up with for opening doors instead of prying. The soldier swung the door opened and the two men stepped in. Ladro closing it behind them.

Two women were seated at work stations within the interior. "Lawri your husband is hear making sure you are.." Ladro spoke softly only for the soldier to hear while he was addressed the women, "when you see Maxiphonius tell him I said hi." "Wait. Wha..." Vibro blade severed vocal cords. Ladro sprang forward. His legs pulled close to his chest as his arms spread wide. He cleared the work stations cutting down both women in an instant. The wires from his bracer tapped into the mainframe. Ladro's fingers danced across the screen. Full System Directory opened before his eyes. The shapes lining the outer frame of his screen on his bracer began to be selected as multiple bars ran across the top of his screen. The first bar tracked the process of downloading the main drive. The main drive moved slowly across the top most of the screen. The second bar tracked the process of encryption. As the information was being downloaded onto his personal data storage servers, that spanned across and on multiple planets, a virus followed behind closely encrypting the entirety of information. The information would only register as blank folders without the encryption key held by he and one other on a planet far far away. The third bar tracked slowly behind the second bar. It was tracking the process of the data sending through the only transmission outlet available. Ladro was personally very appreciative of this fact. The Sith had done half of his work for him as the data transferred through their system was untraceable to The Outer Rim and would appear as the Sith's own information. That appearance appearing as nothing out of the ordinary. The fourth bar raced across the screen, in comparison to the other three above it, tracking the action of the system locking and shutting off connection to the servers from all external interfaces. All Computer Interface Sockets around the city going dead in that moment. The incapacitating sound in the distance coming to a complete silence for the first time since it had started. Code danced across the screen on his forearm. Ladro's fingers weaved through the directory selecting and collecting everything and more he had come for. The bars on the top of the screen moved slowly but approached the edge of the screen. First the top, then the second, finally the bottom came to a stop just as an orange box on the screen shined bright in the center. Ladro got what he had come for. A blue shining hologram on his screen was pressed. A bar raced across the top of his screen. In that moment the comm channels of The Outer Rim were now interwoven and piggy backing into the Sith's broadcasting channels. The Sith wouldn't be able to hear The Outer Rim's transmissions while the The Outer Rim received all of the Sith's.


Ladro's eyes danced across the screen on his bracer while walking towards the door. With the download having commenced his personal interests were now at hand. One should never leave wealthy contacts waiting. Hundreds of his highest bidders had received everything and more that they could have hoped for when he had promised them information like nothing they had ever seen. The Sith Empire's dirty little secrets. Ladro clicked a button on his bracer. A dollar amount shined across the screen. The numbers rapidly climbing. The speed growing with the second. A greedy smile ran across his face. Ladro turned quickly, relieved the key from the dead soldier, and slipped out of the door back into the city. A ghost they never saw coming fading back into the shadows.

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[Argis Volmir]

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Objective: Retrieve Fell Star
Enemies: Sith, [member="Darth Voracitos"] (Deep-Fried Porg), [member="Romi Jade"], [member="Taeli Raaf"]
Allies: [member="Mav Vohaloveer"], [member="Yula Perl"], [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Zak Amroth"], [member="Zef Halo"]
Equipment: Armor, Temperance & Serenity, Coyonite Rifle, Firewall Grenades


The words of Voracitos fell upon Argis’ ears upon approach. Whether an attempting at mocking or taunting the Jedi the words did nothing to affect the Jedi’s mindset, deception and cunning were the weapons of the Sith. They would always attempt to unbalance an adversary in any way possible. The blades collided in a mighty clash, once more the souls that the Sith Lord controlled aiding him. Now however Argis was close, just where the Jedi wanted to be.

The assembly of other spirits did not go unnoticed. One of the primary benefits of the HUD within Argis’ armor was the 360-degree vision that it offered. The wraiths were always within the Dashades sight. They approached at an incredible speed their intentions unknown but one could assume hostilities would be involved.

Behind the visor Argis stared down at Voracitos, time itself coming to a stop for Argis. The spirits slowed to a crawl mere centimeters away from his body. A small crack then formed in the Dashade’s vision. An image, a lone one. An image of him standing triumphant over the corpse of Voracitos blood staining his lips. From that crack another formed, this time baring an image of the reverse, Voracitos standing upon Argis’ corpse in his hands the Fell Star. This vision chilled Argis to his very core. Fear, attempted to creep into his heart, to eat away at his resolve. The fear sought to destroy the Jedi’s will. That fear, that cold darkness swallowed Argis consuming his very being. He hung suspended there for what felt like hours, days, years, but then he saw it. A light that hovered above calling out to him. That accepted him, warmed him, that filled his very being. The darkness pushed away, turned into fuel for the fire within Argis’ chest turned into a righteous fury. In an attempt to defy fate the Jedi lashed out a roar escaping from between his lips.

Bubbling forth the well of energy Argis had gathered from the inferno was released. The armor he wore exploded in a blinding light, the reflective material making it seem all the more bright. The air reverberated with a thrumming sensation as the light sung a chorus of its own. The purest manifestation of the light radiated off Argis in waves to consume the spirits, server the ties Voracitos held on them and free them from their cursed existence.

Utilizing what would hopefully provide an opening Argis’ left arm snatched up the hilt of Temperance in his left hand stabbing it forward, the blue blade springing to life aimed to penetrate the rotund Sith’s chest.

 

[Onrai]

Enemy: [member="Jerec Asyr"]

More ships within the ORC fleet were beginning to retreat. This was good, even as EM interference from the satellites came upon them. The pilots of Crimson Command were skilled in handling themselves in such an environment - many of them had fought over two decades ago against foes in the Unknown Regions, and those that had not had been picked from the best of the Imperial Navy's pilots to join such fleet units. The fighters would organize themselves into diamond-shaped superformations by squadron, allowing the rear pilot to keep sight of any obstacles to the side and reducing the chances of collision. The XoXaan IIs would continue to bombard M1, and with the 'mysterious weapon' having forced frigate K2 to retreat from the immediate field of battle, Vanessa chose to relax and instead focus on doing the same to the corvette designated X2. As a corvette, the required power usage to attempt to crumple the vessel's vulnerable locations was an order of magnitude less, but still great - great enough that Vanessa was still in a kneeling position on the bridge, eyes closed as she focused on trying to rend the corvette into a pile of scrap.

The engineers of Crimson Command were working on a solution - such was to utilize sensors of the Corrupter to broadcast the virus from earlier into one of the jamming platforms, which would then rebroadcast it to all other non-Sith IFFs within the immediate area. The disruption of the EM field would soon become minimal, the satellites becoming little more than space debris plinking off the particle shielding of the Imperial fleet as it advanced. M1's engines sputtering had left it as prey, and the XoXaans would turn to bring more of their weapons to bear at moderate range, still attempting to close the gap.

Crimson Command
Class | Name | Length | Shields | Hull
Crimson Command XoXaan II-class Star Destroyer | Sceltor | 1000m | 91 | 100 (closing on M1, opening fire with all forward weapons at moderate range)
Crimson Command XoXaan II-class Star Destroyer | Corrupter | 1000m | 80 | 100 (closing on M1, opening fire with all forward weapons at moderate range)
Crimson Command XoXaan II-class Star Destroyer | Achilles | 1000m | 96 | 100 (closing on M1, opening fire with all forward weapons at moderate range)
Crimson Command XoXaan II-class Star Destroyer | Harrow​ | 1000m | 100 | 100 (closing on M1, opening fire with all forward weapons at moderate range)
Crimson Command XoXaan II-class Star Destroyer | Titan​ | 1000m | 100 | 100 (closing on M1, opening fire with all forward weapons at moderate range)

Enemy: [member="Dax Fyre"], Tsubasa Kira

The Heresiarch was a monstrous warship, and it did not intend for its prey to escape so easily. The ship turned to keep its UBeam facing the Verdict, a UBeam that was now fully charged and ready to fire. And so it did - the immense green beam of plasma mimicking the fire of such warships as the Sovereign, Eclipse, Conqueror, and the original Heresiarch which this ship was named after. How much damage to the battlecruiser it would do was uncertain - the capabilities of such a ship were hardly clear after all. The captain of the Heresiarch did not, however, ignore the threat of the oncoming Star Cruiser - a threat which would soon be dealt with by the Heresiarch rolling to bring its side-mounted LRBBeams into play as they would target and fire at the ship. Side-mounted weapons fire from the Heresiarch's missiles and smaller beam cannons, along with its other weapons, would move to strike the Rigor, while its forward-mounted weaponry would assail the Verdict.

The oncoming horde of destroyer escorts would soon be met by a slightly larger group of incoming ships - ships which Vanessa had rarely brought out. These vessels, Massassi-class corvettes, were premiere corvette-killers - at range they would charge their SBeams and each individually take a target, engaging it with their forward weapons as well as their ordnance launchers - each of which in this case had been loaded with a magazine of seeker baradium missiles. Their anti-fighter beams would begin to strike the fighter squadrons working in concert with the enemy corvettes, hopefully denying them the opportunity to save their larger peers from danger.

Battlecruiser and Associates
Class | Name | Length | Shields | Hull
Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser | Heresiarch | 5000m | 100 | 100 (Attacking Verdict with forward weapons and UBeam, attacking Rigor with starboard weapons and LRBBeams)
Massassi-class Corvette | Aurek 1-25 | 25x200m | 100 | 100 (Engaging Shimushu and Hadate, suppressing fighter squadrons with anti-fighter beams)

Enemy: [member="Kimiko Taiyo"]

The two battleships had been rush-identified, as had the individual responsible for them - the wife, evidently, of one Dax Fyre. Apparently a leader within the ORC, possessing his wife as a hostage would be beneficial for Vanessa in the long run. The intricacies of their relationship could be further studied, and Vanessa could utilize such intricacies against him during their next confrontation. From long range, a pair of Saturn-type battleships, the offensive variant, were preparing to shock-jump within range of the Nagato and her sister ship. Vanessa was unsure as to what vessel said woman was on, and as such had a Saturn filled with drop pods primed for both of them. After the calculations were done, the ships would jump in at exceptionally close range to the enemy battleships - nearly collision range - and begin to launch boarding pods that would head towards the bridges of both vessels. Incapacitating the ship's command center was paramount, after all, and if Kimiko could not be found on either, it would buy the Darktrooper teams time to penetrate deeper into the ship and find her.

What would happen upon penetration would be a different story, but the boarding pods were full of the finest Dark Troopers Vanessa could put forward - there were several bloodtroopers, with powered dark troopers, Oppressor-16 automated dark troopers, and a dark trooper commander as well. The force making the incursion was highly skilled and highly armored. With luck, they would succeed at their mission with minimal casualties.

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Side: Orc, ostensibly.
Enemies: Sith, again.
Location: Going down
Objective: Play with the emperor's toys.


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





A wide plethora of chaos began to erupt throughout the building, and to Vorhi's surprise none of it was his fault as of yet. As Klaxons wailed and troops fell through, the various force auras began to twist and mingle. The poisonous Sith and an itinerant Jedi met. The feral hunter collided with fearful, resilient prey. And the mad emperor found a warrior of light worth his attention, even if he didn't know it yet. Vorhi grin the sort of cryptic grin reserved for blind oracles. No one was looking for him. Good. He walked to the end of the hallway, finding a turbolift chamber, the blasts doors locked. It'd do.



The blind monk grinned as he ripped open the panel with one hand, quickly shorting it with a credit coin. Two chits to short the panel, and and three wires to reset it to default. As the door opened, he took of his hat. Incline of six degrees, no wind. He grinned a little.



"My name is Darth Toboggan, and look out below!!!"

Spoiler

https://youtu.be/rr6z3ZBBRjE

Truly on this day, Vorhi Alestrani was the biggest luger, despite the bloated form of Voracitous obscuring the sky. The series of "Wahoo!" "Ah Feth!" and "Whhheeeee" noises, combined with mad cackling and echoing of the lift chambers acoustics, meant that the revered menace of the Dashade Shadow Killers would hear the unholiest amalgamation of noises, as if an entire buildling full of escaped asylum inmates on Glitterstim falling down a mine shaft riding bronzium plated dewbacks had been made manifest.



As Vorhi crashed towrds the vaults, cackling, one message was clear. "Hello, boys! Who wants to daaaance!"