When worlds collide (Galactic Alliance v Primeval)

[Coren Starchaser]

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lsV500W4BHU

The Galactic Alliance was working around the clock to hunt down these Final Order foes. He had noticed they were pulling in Sith and that just fueled his hate against them. Some Sith Cabal experimenting with eldritch relics and experimentation, of genetics and cybernetics. Attacking one of the worlds, after the Hope was delaying an ImpStar, Coren got on the world with his team and they were going after the Final Order.

The Jedi led an attack on the facility and the Non-Jedi units that were lead by Coren were causing distractions, making it so that they were able to get their job done. Now it was something different, scientists had been working around the clock to break through what the ‘artifact’ was. Sure, Coren didn’t know what it was, he didn’t rightly care. It was something the Final Order wanted, so that meant he would just toss it down a volcano, end it.

Simple, right?

Apparently not. He knew that a ship had escaped the situation that meant they got out somewhere, and that was why he was on high alert. A fleet, one that had to come from the Primeval, had arrived in the suburbs of Sullust and Coren was not ready for that. He was spending a lot of time aboard his strike frigate, the modified exploration vessel the Tyrene. Launching with a flight of X-Wings, they were moving to the target shaft ship.

Word was sent out to the Galactic Alliance, to the fleet, the partial fleet from acquired ships and what the Omega Pyre had been contracted to provide from FLEETCOM. All he knew was that he needed to stop them from getting down. “Tighten formation, when they start firing, break and take the fight to them, we need to give them something to worry about.”

He hoped that word made it to the Jedi in time. They needed to get ready, launch fighters, and set the facility to high alert.

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[member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
[member="Roth Tillian"]
[member="Rook"]
[member="Aela Talith"]
[member="Micah Talith"]
[member="Sarge Potteiger"]
[member="Spark Finn"]
[member="Mao"]
[member="Aeron Kreelan"]
[member="Judah Dashiell"]
[member="Alexandra Russo"]
[member="Damon Riggs"]
[member="Kelly Perris"]
[member="Chevu Visz"]
[member="Nikola Ticon"]
@Alen Na’Varro
[member="Vaet"]
[member="Rekha Kaarde"]
[member="Sabena Shai"]
[member="Kaili Talith"]
[member="Fixx Kearney"]
[member="Veino Garn"]
[member="Relit Vandal"]
@Any GA folk who are looking to have a smashing good time
@Primevals
[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

 

[Selena Halcyon]

Selena Halcyon had spent so much time being an operative that it was foreign to her to once again stand in the open. However, Grand Marshall Omai Rhen had convinced her to return from the shadows. It was a welcome change, even if she was used to life as a Shadows. Still, an old friend could convince someone to do many things, even to walk back into an arena that they felt completely uncomfortable in. Sometimes she wondered if it was something of a political move. Ask a former Grand Master to leave the Jedi Order of old to join a new one. She had so vehemently opposed the fragmentation of the Jedi Order before, probably to an extent that her actions actually compounded the issue. However, the old felt powerless in the face of the threats upon the galaxy. It did not even resemble what she knew anyways.

On Sullust she had found a place to rest. It was an interesting planet that almost acted as a natural fortress. The outer crust was volcanic and almost inhospitable. The inside of it was surprisingly welcome to live in, if one was smart about which caverns they decided to inhabit. Part of her wondered why she had never considered discussing placing an artifact vault on the planet when the Omega Protectorate had been in charge here. It actually made for the perfect place to have taken the artifact which the Final Order and the Primeval were trying to use to gain untold power. It was a fantastic coincidence that it was also where the Galactic Alliance had decided to set up shop for the time being.

More to the present though, Selena stood in a hanger. It had just gotten rather hectic as word had come in that the Primeval had arrived in pursuit of the artifact. She was not too far away from her personal X-wing, so she made her way to it and climbed up the railing to get into the fighter. It had been such a long time since she had flown in combat, if only I could have never had to do so again. It was an impossible desire to fulfill she imagined, but she dreamed of a day when all of this would end. When the darkside could be brought to an end, and those who fought for personal power could be stopped as well. She hoped today would just be one more which slightly weakened the enemy. As she turned on the engine of her X-wing, she closed her eyes for just a moment as she activated the repulsorlifts. May the Force be with us, she thought to herself.

 

[Veino Garn]

Veino stood in his quarters, breathing. A Primeval fleet had reached the edges of the Sullust system, presumably after the artifact retrieved from FO forces. That was unexpected. The Primeval was, while certainly not a superpower, a fairly major galactic power that had been hammering the Mandalorians and Silver Sanctum. That was why he had never truly encountered them. He worked mainly in the Western quadrants of the galaxy, only occasionally branching out into the Eastern half.

They needed to protect the artifact. That was of utmost importance. Personally, he'd have dropped it into a volcano or shot it into a black hole. It was evil. There was no doubt of that. Easy enough to sense, even within the containment cask. He'd stay on the ground to secure it. That he was sure of. No hiding here. No stealth. Just an immovable wall. Fortunately, he had the equipment for that. Jensaarai armor and Grey amulet. He placed his hand against the fingerprint sealed chest and the doors opened with a hiss. First the amulet, he picked it up and placed it around his neck, immediately feeling its calming presence. Not much, but a little. Then came the armor, in all its plates and pieces. Too much work for most of what he did, but in these situations, it was necessary.

Some time later, he was armored up with his helmet beneath his arm, lightsaber clipped to his belt, and he stood before the doors as they opened with a hiss. He strode out, duraplast boots clomping on the floor as people hurried this way and that in preparation. He just kept walking and people parted to go around him. His Jensaarai students would be with the other apprentices and padawans, wherever they would end up. Hopefully the Force would be with them. They were not ready to be exposed to such a thing as the casket yet. They were still too confident in their abilities in resisting the Dark Side. Their exposure was simply limited to what small artifacts they had on Susefvi. For most uses, that would be enough. This was on a scale he was unfamiliar with.

 

[Judah Dashiell]

It had been awhile since he had to scramble to a fighter. The Primeval was in the area, after an artifact. The details were hazy on the how and why. Such as....how is the artifact important and why exactly it wasn't taken to some secret far-flung base. Either way those things didn't seem important right now. What was important was keeping the Primeval from touching foot on Sullust.


Judah had previously run into a few of them not too long ago on Ziost. Got shot, fell down a cliff, some more fighting. At least there would be no landing on Sullust. It would just be crashing into a river of lava and burning yourself alive.


Not exactly a cheery thought.


Back in his personal T65XJ X-Wing, Judah quickly put down the canopy. Systems began to fire up and the little astromech unit seemed to buzz to life. The little fella was no Sparky(like his wife would let him borrow her personal droid, yeah right) but was reliable....most of the time. Just a little eccentric, nothing wrong with that. Engines warmed and shaggy head was quickly encased in a helmet.


A last bit of preparation, the holo of [member="Thessa Kai"] and [member="Makai Dashiell"] was arranged on the control panel, the two most important people(er...Galans?) were smiling back at him. Time to get to work.


"Lets hit the skies,shall we?"


R4-EV : It is impossible to hit the sky. Do you refer to the sound barrier?


It was going to be a long battle.....

 

[Placeholder 0133]

Another day, another religious organization to curb stomp. That seemed to be all he did lately -- well, that and deal with the various Imperial remnants. It was all one big blur at this point. Unfortunately, one of those religious organizations decided his new home was to be this week's target, and he was just settling in too. Poor guy couldn't get a chance to relax.

"So eh, when do we board them?" He grumbled, "Cause, y'know, I'm just a glorified decoration right now." He continued to complain. The target of his grievances? [member="Coren Starchaser"]. He'd taken a station aboard the Tyrene, in no small part due to his position on Coren's strike team. He'd taken a liking to Starman, even if he was little deft now and then.

"I can get a team ready if you want?" Rook was a little excited. Not in the good sense -- this was no party, but he did not do well in space. He needed to see his enemy: not their ship.

Of course he still planned on providing help. The soldier slipped into the seat attached to a console that controlled some of the ship's turrets. Starchaser would have an easier time of shooting down hostile birds if none were shooting at him, after all. "Unless we're not boarding them. If that's the case, I'm going to be very disappointed, and I will continue to voice my displeasure throughout this entire flight."

He cast a look over his shoulder. "Just so you know."

 

[Peyton Steele]

She was on the ground, watching over the work being done on the Artifact. She had no idea what it was, what it did and she rightfully didn’t care. It was to deal with the Force and that was enough for her to not touch the blasted thing. Peyton just wanted to make sure that whatever happened had another set of eyes watching and recording. Sure, she wasn’t really cybernetic like some Imperial intelligence professionals were thought to be, but she had enough experience with watching the shells to find the ball that she felt she could do this.

The blonde was in her armor, early edition armor offerings from the Pyre, blaster rifle on her back, and a pair of riot edition police batons. The one thing with the armor, it would prevent her from changing, but that whole wolf-instinct to her, that was going to remain, the heightened senses, at least, if not the strength. That was all she needed.

The klaxons began to sounds and the blonde made her way to the nearest screen, allowing the center’s droid brain a moment before hitting the screen to get her an update. Fleet? That couldn’t be right… What was going on? Commander Starchaser was over the comms calling for them to ready themselves.

“Pack it up!” She ordered before standing, pointing in the general direction of the scientists.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Sullust was under attack.

There were no alarms, no blaring lights that made it known, but without any doubt Vaet rolled out of his bed and the lightsaber shoto flew into his hand from the little cabinet by his bunk. For a moment the Vaetling just crouched there, the shoto unignited in his little fists, an expression of pure concentration as he tried to disconcern where the threat was coming from and finally… resolve.

This was his new home and he would protect it to his best ability. The next few minutes were spent putting his robe on, clicking the shoto to his belt and making contact with the Base - to hear where he was needed most.

After some back and forth the final destination had been set out. An adjunct building to the temple was housing younglings, they would need to be ushered into the tunnels to the Jedi Academy’s location.

They would be safe there for the meantime while the Masters secured the parameter.

[member="Korlen Athan"]

 

[Akabane Jarvik]

[member="Vaet"]

Another place he didn't plan on going to, Sullust. Korlen didn't know much on why the Primeval was even there to begin with, let alone attacking it. But he assumed it was for something important.

He departed from his fleet long ago in his personal ship, though his droid did most of the flying. Upon entering the atmosphere, Korlen checked the area for enemy ships. He didn't notice any near him. After that, he grabbed his things and gave the droid orders. "Hey droid. Open the ramp and get out of here after I jump." The droid made all sorts of robotic sounds and did as he said.

Korlen jumped out wrapping himself in his wings nosediving towards a temple. He could feel the presence of many beings wielding the force as he fell. He couldn't quite feel who was strong or weak though. That would defiantly cause problems for him.

 

[Chevu Visz]

Objecitve: Defend the artifact, protect alliance scientists
Location: Science facility on Sullust
Allies: [member="Peyton Steele"]
Enemies: Whoever wants to play

With the seemingly unstoppable imbalance of the Dark Side infesting the galaxy, it was only a matter of time before Sullust, a new bastion of the Light Side, was attacked. To make matters worse, now that the Galactic Alliance had a valuable Final Order artifact in their clutches, an assault was all but an inevitability. So when the klaxons blared throughout the science facility, deep in their underground biodome, Chevu Visz was not at all surprised. From the moment they'd all laid eyes on that mass grave, teeming with the carrion of abominable experiments, Chev had been prepared for this day.

Clad in her rough-hewn Jedi robes over armorweave, with her lighsaber clipped to her belt, she hoped her caged-animal pacing wasn't too obvious. Agent Peyton Steele was also here, which would be good, except for the fact that Chevu couldn't keep her eyes off the woman. Brown eyes met blue, then self-consciously looked away. Rinse. Repeat. Luckily, it seemed that Peyton was just as interested in just whatever charge was being exchanged between the two women. The Mirialan Jedi wasn't sure what it was, but there was something there, and it was nice. Right. Just don't lose focus.

Alliance scientists were working overtime, running on fumes, cafs, stim patches and everything. The pressure was on. Today might make or break everyone here.

 

[Boethiah]

The wind blew far and wide, stirring up blankets of ash and cascading a shadow over the surface. Descending from above, a Cathedral-class Battleship began to land on the world below, its engines roared so loudly that they could be heard for several kilometers on every side. Certainly the enemy, whoever they were, would know that someone had arrived. The Primeval were here t reclaim what was theirs, and would bring an end to those who wronged them, those who claimed a power that they could not comprehend.

"I want that artifact found, do not hesitate to kill anyone who resists. Destroy what you must, this world is meaningless to us." She spoke before the crowd of soldiers without charisma, even the tone of her voice seemed unenthusiastic. She may have not been an inspiring leader, but one truth remained. These zealots and conquerors would fight for her until they've spilt their last drop of blood.

That is how they've beaten Mandalorians, those who claim the title of being the greatest warriors in the galaxy. How they've defeated the Silver Jedi, whose sole purpose is to eradicate the Sith and their allies. Once more the Primeval would fight an enemy who believe strongly in what they fight for, an enemy with ideals and strong-willed champions of those ideals. Just as those who've tried to stop the Primeval in the past, they too will understand that there are forces in this galaxy beyond comprehension, whose very nature inspires fear and chaos.

Touching down on the surface, the Cathedral landed, hissing loudly as its metallic ramp slammed into the rocky terrain. Pouring from the mouth of the leviathan was an army which stood before on many worlds, ready topple yet another nation and replace it with the illustrious pantheon that gives them faith even when the galaxy is in pandemonium. "Do not stop, do not relent, and persevere," the Host Lord marched out with her forces, and those who've traveled here with her.

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[member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Selena Halcyon"] | [member="Veino Garn"] | [member="Judah Dashiell"] | [member="Rook"] | [member="Peyton Steele"] | [member="Vaet"] | [member="Chevu Visz"] | Galactic Alliance | Galactic Alliance Allies

 

[Raziel]

(Gear links in bio)
Nightshrike armour with splinter knife module, wrist blaster, bothan cloak, Remote, smart grenade launcher, lightsabers, splinter pistol, hold out pistols.

The matte black shard caught the lighter as it twisted and spun on its complex path. It danced along the back of his hand as if of its own volition, then vanished without trace. Raziel held out his open hand to one of the Primeval soldiers and shot him a broad grin. The tint blade appeared from nowhere again, and carried on its intricate dance across the assassin's dextrous fingers.

Whilst Taozin Network had been carrying out plenty of quiet little operations across the Galaxy, this was the first time in months that the Obsidian Order had mounted a serious offensive. Warning lights flared into life and the blade snapped back into the wrist mounted sheath. Raziel took a moment to check his gear, and load a smart grenade into his launcher, choosing a cryoban round. Good all around option. His helmet was twisted into place and the adaptive camouflage kicked into life. The surface of his armour chose a mottled grey that blended him into the wall of the shuttle.

There was a whine as the repulsors fired hard, followed by a thud as they touched down. The rear doors snapped open and Raziel was away, using the Force to augment his speed to get ahead of the main assault. His remote dropped free and hovered off ahead of him. The small sphere kept low and used its sensors to scan the path ahead.

This new Alliance was coming together on the Techno Union's doorstep in old Protectorate space. Soon they would come under the gaze of the Sith, but for now the Union was more than willing to help disrupt their activities. Another Omega Protectorate would be a disaster after all.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

“Master Vaet, where are we going?”

“A Master I am not, little one.”

“But, you look like a Master to me!”

“Looks can be deceiving. Follow me. Everything will be clear, soon.”

It took them minutes to usher the little younglings from the dorms to the tunnels. There they were taken by the protectors of the Jedi Academy who would protect them deeper in the facilities, it was safer there - farther away from the frontlines. Vaet himself left the dorms behind and started walking towards the disturbances.

It was the Darkside, he could feel it seeping into his bones: a silent, cold creeping sensation that was infecting his will. But Vaet had not been a youngling for quite some time, he would not allow himself to be tempted that way.

In the distance he could see a figure… flying? It seemed to have wings.

How… peculiar.

His hand inched closer to the lightsaber on his belt. A fight would be soon upon them, it seems.

[member="Korlen Athan"]

 

[Matreya]

Damien stood in the rear of some unnamed ship hardly large enough to matter. It had gotten him from Val'hala to here, that was what counted! He checked his chest plates to make sure they were situated well; the Inquisitor X-1 Armor was one he wore regularly yet still not enough to slip on like a glove! Over his armor came the Cater Coat, with its leather rubbing, as if affectionately, against his ankles. Over that was Damien's Warden Cloak, but he did not wrap it about his form but allowed it to hang from his back like a cape.

Drawing the hood of the Cater Coat up around his ears, he nodded to the pilot, whom opened the exit ramp and Damien stepped off. Plummeting the last 20 feet, he landed in a low crouch mid a wave of debris floating in all directions. Rising, Damien looked around for any sign of what would need be done!

 

[Placeholder 04]

His worries had come true. The Sith were here -- one of their holdings, anyway. In the past, when the Primeval was just beginning to emerge, Cyril had dealt with them. At the time, he and the Grand Council had decided they were not worth the resources that would be expended putting them down. The One Sith were the greater threat back then. When the infamous queen disappeared, the Primeval slipped past the gaze of his collective. Clearly that course of action had been a mistake.

Ships were already beginning to land on Sullust. If the planet fell, then so did the Alliance, and Cyril's last hope for a united Jedi Order. It was imperative that the hostile force did not make it to the cities beneath the planet's crust. The Alliance would meet them atop the volcano's and lava fields, and they would win.

That was the plan anyway.

Unfortunately, Cyril's talents wouldn't do much good in a bio suit. There was really only one reason why a force such as this would come to strike so early -- they wanted the artifact. He'd went through too much trouble already to just give up the damned thing, so the Jedi Master had resigned himself to defending the lab in which it was held.

He was clad in his old armor from his time with Ession; the trappings he'd worn in the Jedi Lords' crusades. It provided ample protection against a lightsaber, and provided a significant freedom of movement. It was also symbolic. So long as he had his armor, his mask, and his lightsaber, Ession would be freed once again. One day the Alliance would welcome his world with open arms, and the Jedi Lords would once again take their position as protectors of the outer rim.

It would just take time.

He stood near the doors; staring outside one of the windows disinterestedly. Occasionally he opted for small talk with one of the security guards, but mostly he remained silent. He certainly had no dreams of disturbing [member="Chevu Visz"] or [member="Peyton Steele"]. Cyril wasn't an old man, though he was certainly getting there, but he'd seen a thing or two.

The way those two girls looked at one another? There was nothing in the galaxy that would make him even consider getting in the the middle of that.

 

[50H31]

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Gear

• Spheres of Heaven
• Two Blaster Pistols
• Robot body for point of reference
• Ten sticks of Detonite
• Two Thermal Detonators
• One Speeder Bike
• Two vibro-knives
• One Fusion Cutter
• One datapad.

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7XcGrZPIlRY[/youtube]

The dropship hovered aimlessly like a sponge in a bathtub as Five-oh sat upon his hoverbike, meditating. His enemies were numerous. His satchel was heavy with tools and weapons. He did not seem recalcitrant regarding this. Though he was not as cruel or sadistic as many compatriots within the Primeval, he was a tactical droid. He enjoyed testing himself in terms on conflict, and had his own aspirations to support such a desire. Today, he was to demonstrate what seven years of drifting around the edges of society had taught him. He would show them what a master of the heavens could produce.


He gestured towards his men. Small squadron of disused clankers, also on hover-bikes. They'd lead a calvary charge utnil they foudn an opponent. It woudl be a thing of beauty. "Tonight, we demonstrate the strength fo our will. Of our honor. Tonight, we fight not as droid subordinates, but as free men, as wild droids of the glorious Golden Circuits!"



"OOOOORAAAHH!!!" the droids replied.



"Come, then. Let us find our prey."

 

[Akabane Jarvik]

[member="Vaet"]

Sensing the ground coming closer, Korlen spread out his wings to stop the fall quickly. Upon touching the ground with his feet, he sensed an aura he used to have. One of a Jedi. He wore his usual dull face as he turned to see a little green creature in the distance.

Korlen grabbed his lightsaber and started walking toward the creature. As he slowly approached the creature, he wondered if a lightsaber form used by the Jedi could be used against them. It was the only one he was taught and skilled in after all. This may of been proof he wasn't completely dark.

 

[Roth Tillian]

Klaxons blared, and Roth dove out of his bunk, already pulling on his flightsuit and armored jacket. This was not good. This was not a starship berth where they had stumbled into an ambush or otherwise found conflict. This was Sullust, where he was allegedly on R&R leave. That meant either a drill or an assault and the creeping chill of the Dark Side suggested it as a full assault. He yanked on his boots and buckled his gun-belt on, reaching for his unit comms.

"Wild Knights, rendezvous in hangar in five. Dress to kill and plan for heavy armament." He grabbed his helmet and hurried out of his berth, pushing aside people as he ran through the halls. It was crowded. Everyone was was hurrying this way and that. No sense of disorganization or chaos though. Even for such a young military, it had turned out very well. Well disciplined, dedicated, and as shown in the siege, relentless. Perhaps even as much as the One Sith. He checked his intel reports. A Primeval fleet had entered the Sullust system and they had landed a troop-bearing battleship on the surface. That would be unpleasant for them to say the least. There was a reason Roth stayed underground or in space. The surface was horrible. He couldn't imagine landing an army there.

He could work on that battleship though. He studied the tactical specs as he entered the hangar, stopping as a sled sped past. It would be very, very tricky though, and it would take a delicate balance. Unless he infiltrated the ship and destroyed the main reactor by skidding into the hangar and firing proton torpedoes or targeting the ventilation port . He'd have to requisition some explosive charges if that was going to happen and he simply did not have time for that.

This would be an extended CAS and grounded capital ship assault. Speed was not as much an issue in this case. They could have a fighter escort though. He wasn't certain how well Primeval fighters were built or flown. So many factors to total in. They would need a mixed squadron again, that was clear, just to cover all the bases. Time to get to work.

 

[Darth Grimoire]

"Do not stop, do not relent, and persevere," the Host Lord marched out with her forces, and those who've traveled here with her

Objective: Find Facility
Enemies: Those who dare


Grimoire, the dark daughter of Darth Hauntruss and apprentice to the Host Lord herself, was marching beside her master as the forces of the Primeval poured forth from the Cathedral Class warship. Sullust was a grim world, but grim suited her. Grimoire with red eyes and black inked lips gazed out into the swarm of death marching across the landscape. She paused and let the crisp air animate the flaps of her black high collared tunic. She closed her eyes and the darkness she commanded oozed out in a toxic plume in the force. Unlike her mother, who preferred the rage of battle and conquest, Grimoire preferred to the hunt. The thrill of catching a sent and relentlessly chasing it and forcing every last breathe out of her prey. She smiled and lowered her head to open her eyes.

A Primeval Soldier who would follow her with a specially assigned detachment marched beside her and saluted. "SL." the soldier began with the brevity for Squad Leader, "My men are ready."

Grimoire rolled her eyes to watch the soldier. "Excellent, corporeal." she hissed. "Have your reconnaissance teams begin a visual sweep of the area. Break into groups of three and head in all directions. Contact me when you confirm visual." Her mother had taught her well when it came the art of war. But, now she would us the arts granted to her by her new dark master, Host Lord [member="Anja Aj'Rou"].

As the soldiers spread, leaving a small group of 10 with her, Grimoire called upon the Rift she had been learning to study to enhance her sight within the immaterial realm of the Force. She began a slow march towards a large volcano chain. Her darkside fingers stretched and in the ether of the force stretched out.

Grinning with her teeth revealed she hissed in glee, "Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Jedi." A laugh that anyone who knew her mother would shudder in the eerie comparison. "You cannot hide."

 

[Selena Halcyon]

Enemy transports fell through the atmosphere, some landing to unload their dreadful cargo upon the planet. The invasion had begun. An advantage the Alliance had was that the planet's surface made it difficult to traverse and find what lay below it. Hopefully, they would be delayed in finding an entrance to the underground in which to invade from. Regardless, she and the many other pilots had a mission. To take the skies and control the field of battle from there. Controlling air space was potentially one of the most important aspects of war.

She broke through a wave of fighters with some of her fellow X-wings and before her were some transports. Without much thought she said, "Focus torpedoes on the nearest transport." She and the other X-wings nearby did just that. Immediately she broke off though, knowing the damage would be severe. The others followed suit and she began raking the ground with blaster fire. Enemy soldiers would find themselves woefully exposed to the aerial attack. Occasionally she peppered the ground forces with a torpedo to add to the damage being done.

 

[Matreya]

Reaching to his belt, Damien drew forth Kalligs Scorching Lightsaber in one hand, then unclipped a Betty Blaster from the holster that rested under his right arm. Stifling the excitement that began to swell within himself, he continued to do his weapons check. Tantibus rested over his shoulder, strapped to his back. His Gun Belt housed enough explosives to be useful, but the count as always was to many to keep track of. As well the three holsters - one under each arm, then one on his right hip - and their Betty Blasters with pouches that hold enough for other over powered weapons.

As he walked, he met several people along the way, which he dispatched quickly without use of either weapon. These he saved for someone worthy of a challenge. He hoped he could find one that would test his position he so recently received. Being a Knight for many years allowed him a skill that most achieved when finally claiming Master.

The only other person he knew of that retained their rank as long as, but longer really, as he did was Rave Merrill. She had been like he was, able to take on Masters on their level. Then like his situation, she gained that extra skill until no one could deny she was beyond worthy. Though there was a difference, she hadn't the Spirits bound to her that he did.

As well as the Talismans of Concentration around his neck.

Recently he had been placed in a position that nearly killed him, but it had been against a group of Force Users that all together combined their powers to devastating effect. He doubted he would find something similar here, yet he was ready for even something like this.

Walking towards a man that was by himself, Damien sensed a duel worthy of his found power. The man was obviously a Master, and seemed a Jensaarai by look of his armor. This would be a good challenge. He had faced Zaiden, the greatest Specialist of Bent Light battle, from which came stealth.

"You seem a worthy opponent!" Damien called, ignoring those that moved around them both as they fled the positions they held, "Will you be my challenge on this planet?"

[member="Veino Garn"]