Junction Where It All Will End | ME & THR Junction of Ewdenen and Thyferra

[Saltare Dothon]

INFERNO SQUAD

Adonis Angelis IV Ronhar Tane Joseph Torson​

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Saltare hoped the first swing would render his opponent's blade ineffective, and Saltare could end this quickly, but that was not to be the case. The warrior met Saltare's blade with equal if not greater force, stopping the attack cold in its tracks.

No grunt of exertion could be heard from his opponent, and no muscles trembled; he could almost imagine his enemy's eyes behind their visor, staring straight into his own, attempting to find the same weakness that Saltare would try to find in him.

This Mandalorian stood rigid with belief in his martial prowess, and now it was his turn to respond. With a tightening of muscles, Saltare felt the force against him beginning to grow as the Mandalorian exerted his strength.

With a pivot from his hip, his blade swept away from contact against Saltare's and swung low to Saltare's core.

Saltare snapped his blade down quickly and intercepted the glowing blade near his armored core. Saltare's teeth clenched as he used his own force against that of his opponent, keeping the glowing blade at just a hand's breadth from dissecting him.

Saltare was a warrior, a soldier, a member of Inferno squadron, and a veteran of countless battles. But his skill with a blade would be overshadowed by someone like his opponent, who no doubt dedicated his life to such a weapon as a lightsaber.

But Saltare didn't need to only cross blades; he had other means of fighting. Saltare flexed his muscles and pushed against his opponent's lightsaber as he released one hand on the blade.

His opponent's two-handed grip on the lightsaber immediately overwhelmed Saltare's one-handed defense. The lightsaber drove against him with crushing strength, forcing Saltare's longsword back against his own body. He twisted the weapon at the last second, catching the flat of the blade between his armored thigh and upper arm rather than allowing the strike to cleave through him.

It was enough to save his life, but not enough to escape unscathed. The lightsaber bit into his side, showering sparks as it burned through armor plating and scorched the flesh beneath. Saltare grunted through clenched teeth. Adrenaline flooded his system, and he held the blade in place for a precious moment longer before it could carve any deeper.

Even as he struggled against the crushing pressure, his free arm snapped downward. The vambrace on his forearm aligned with the Mandalorian's legs, and a repulsor blast erupted from the emitter. The burst was intended to knock his opponent off his feet and give Saltare time to reorient and re-engage from a more favorable position.

INFERNO SQUADRON NPC

BETH
Dral-Kar'ta Saandyr
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Beth had been ushering groups of VIPs from the besieged spaceport to the shuttles while Saltare had been engaging the Mandalorian and Republic forces head-on. She'd rather have been there, in the thick of it with her squad mates, but instead she was a babysitter for white armored grunts who could barely shoot straight as they moved civilians from housing to the ships.

The last group she was responsible for was now gone, and she was checking the battlefield situation as she attempted to find where she was needed most.

Beth accessed Inferno Squadron's helmet cams to see where her group was. Logan was in the belly of a shuttle as it roared back to the fleet, refugees and civilians cluttered around him, as well as lots of cargo.

Iron and Gold squadrons were scattered across various places on the battlefield. Some dead, others engaged in heavy hand-to-hand or close-quarters combat with Mandalorians. It was a brawl, and Beth couldn't see any one place where she could make a difference.

Saltare's helmet cam scrolled into focus, showing him grunt as a lightsaber bit into his side, his vitals flashing red across her feed. That's where she was heading; no way would she let him come back for her on Brosi just for him to die on some god-forsaken asteroid field.

Beth looked at the groups of white-armored stormtroopers ushering the civilians onto the ship. "Forget them! Let's go! Follow me!" Beth's boots boosted with power, the repulsorlifts catapulting her from the rear toward the front lines, intent on saving Saltare.

As she ran toward the heavy fighting, a heavily armored group of Mandalorians jetpacked over the battlefield and landed in the rear of the combat, attempting to outflank their lines.

Beth adjusted her priorities; if she let them fall into the backlines of the Imperials, they would all die. Saltare would have to handle himself for the moment, and she had to remind herself he was more than capable of that.

Beth's disruptor pistol snapped out of her holster as she closed the distance with the Mandalorians. One noticed her as she was almost upon them, turning and letting off several blaster rounds towards her. Beth dropped into a slide, her armor absorbing and deflecting the blaster bolts as she leveled her disruptor pistol and blew the Mandalorian apart.

"Let's go! Reinforce the rear!" she snapped out at the trailing stormtroopers as she dove for cover behind a destroyed piece of Imperial armor.

 

[Taam Moghul]

"I've been out in the Unknown Regions lately, dealing with some business with the Jedi Outcasts. When are you gonna join me out there?"

Taam felt the warmth of Jonyna as she leaned against him as they walked. He paused, his arm around her moving to her hip, the other laying on the other, gently turning Jonyna to face him. He met her gaze. The big Cathar was quiet for a breath, capturing the Denik's deep blue eyes.

Perhaps, it was time to leave the central galaxy to it's political machinations and join Jonyna in the frontier. They needed to be together, for each other and for her boys.

"I think it's time for that, Lithka. it's time we do what we do best, at each other's side." Taam offered, brushing thick claws through her mane-like hair.

Tag: Jonyna Si

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAGS: Taam Moghul​

"I'm heading to Refuge tomorrow. I expect to see you there." Jonyna teased, reaching up and kissing Taam on the cheek.

(Last post)

 

[Dral-Kar'ta Saandyr]

Objective 1 System Purge

Location Socorro's Belt above Kolene Spaceport

Tag: Imperial Narrator [BETH]

Ronhar Tane, Joseph Torson, Marlon Sularen, Adonis Angelis IV



Socorro's Belt, Kolene Spaceport.

His advance had encircled the group of Imperials making a desperate last stand. His intent was to make sure this stand was their last but as soon as he made contact with the rear of the force his own formation was itself beset by a fresh wave of seemingly endless Imperial infantry. Abandoning their prisoners, whom he hoped would take the opportunity to flee to freedom, a sizable contingent of Stormtroopers rushed to engage his troops even as they were engaging others. He needed to react quickly least the more numerous stormtroopers encircle his own troops just as he was doing to the enemy.

The relief force took casualties but not enough to stop their advance. He needed to act fast before his command was overrun but his troops were well trained and used to fighting outnumbered and maneuvering in the face of the enemy. He ordered his guard section to follow him as he turned to face the advancing threat and activated his formation wide com channel.

"KE NARIR HAAR'KE'GYCE-KE NARIR HAAR'KE'GYCE, PARU PIRUM-PIRUM, PARU KOVITAAK'E- PARU KOVITAAK'E, OGIR EGO!"

(Translation. Execute order, Execute order. Formation Water, Water. Formation Horns Horns to the Flanks.)

Beth could see a small group of Mandos separate themselves and form a short line consisting of four warriors to counter her advance. Such a gesture would be laughable if they were not Mandalorian and even then, it would be suicidal. They did not seek cover taking fire and letting their beskar armor absorb the Imperial blaster bolts. In a flash they kneeled and activated their helmet targeting devises releasing their jet pack missiles. The rockets streaked towards Beth's troopers but instead of fire and explosions the missiles detonated over her formation releasing a thick ionized cloud that temporarily interfered with scanners and reduced visibility in the area. Using this cover the main force jet packed out of the line of advance (water) and rapidly re-deployed to the flanks of the Imperial formation (horns).

Beth's formation was not able to pin the opposing force but she did succeed in clearing the rear of the beleaguered Inferno Squad giving them a chance to withdraw but her position was precarious for although he front was now open and her rear, for the moment, was clear, both her flanks were compromised and being engaged.

Dral-Kar'ta, assisting one of his wounded guards, jetted of to a position on the flanks under cover of the smoke and assessed the situation. His initial attack had been thwarted. His troops being light infantry were trained in fire and movement so he surrendered the ground to the enemy enabling them to retreat in order to retain the advantage of fire and movement. Once the ion cloud dispersed, he communicated to his reserve crew to position itself to be able to deploy to counter the enemy's next move and his flanking forces resumed fire upon the relieving force of Imperials whose own rear was now in danger of being cut off.

 

[CT-312]

//: Mauve du Vain Cynan Obaith Quinn Varanin //:
//: Attire //:
//: Coronet City, Corellia //:
//: OBJ III - RENEW CORELLIA //:

A notification appeared across the side of CT-312’s HUD in muted yellow text. BARCA noted a slight chemical change in the air around her. The Scout’s face still remained impassive behind the visor. “I do not think you will enjoy the follow-through as much as you think.”

From the corner of her eye, CT-312 noted Mauve’s amused expressions. It matched the laugh that followed, that belonged to the gala around them. It was clear she knew exactly what she was doing. Once more CT-312 did not move as the Zeltron touched her shoulder pauldron. BARCA registered the contact, chiming inside her helmet. ”I said not to do that again.” Alerts crawled its way once more along her HUD. Crisp and unnecessary. CT-312 could feel the pressure behind her eyes.

“You have interesting phrasing.” Her lifted hand moved down to close gloved fingers around Mauve’s wrist. To remove and lower the hand fully from the armor before releasing. “As for this ‘political animal’...” CT-312’s grip had enough care not to bruise, but enough pressure to make the boundary unmistakable. “Times are changing, Ms. du Vain.”

CT-312 looked back at Mauve as she mentioned how generous her contributions were. It sounded as if it was part of some elegant little game that was always being played. A petty phrase, one that CT-312 knew the rule of all too well.

Nothing is for free.
Always, Push and Pull. Give and take.

It bore itself into the Scout’s mind. "Generosity with conditions is not generosity.” Her tone came out almost bored, but with a hint of curiosity. “It is leverage.” Visor shifted back towards the Queen and Senator. “If your contributions are as generous as you imply, then Senator Cynan should be informed of the terms.” BARCA beeped softly in her helmet, also adding its agreement in a brief pulse of text. “Unless the terms are the part you prefer to keep hidden.”

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: Ala Quin //:

Before

Despite Ala's lack of flirting with her statement, Allyson took it as such and smirked. She did owe the woman a nice walk on the beach, probably a good dinner, and a memorable evening. Though something held her back from mentioning it, leaning into her flirtatious vice. It wasn't anything Ala did or said… but maybe the situation itself.

She let her eyes wander towards the windows, seeing the rest of Naboo settle. Naboo held too many memories—ones she did her best not to think of—, but when she was alone, it was hard not to.

Ala continued to talk, Allyson nodded along, but her thoughts were elsewhere — with someone else.

She did miss the mornings, waking up with Theed in the background and the air filled with the fragrance of flowers she had brought home the night before. Back then, her bones didn't ache, her heart felt full, and her life was something good.

"...Grandmaster, remember?"

The elven-like woman's voice cut through the memory as Allyson returned to the reality of the room. She smirked.

"Right, right, my apologies," she bowed her head, with a hint of respect and mirth. Allyson wasn't a part of the Order, but she wasn't going to miss a chance to show her respect while teasing.

Though the moment the map revealed itself, Allyson became serious.

"A trip?" Allyson smirked, "Where to, Grandmaster?"

Present

To learn that the woman with her was something created, artificially written, was not on her bingo card. Ala Quin, from what Allyson had gleaned, was a unique woman, someone who, if circumstances were different, could be someone close to the Corellian. Allyson paused her steps as she let the weight of what she had learned sink in.

Initially, suspicions rose. What was the reason for her? Who created her? Was there more under the surface?

Was this a trap?

As she stood, studying the woman, she met her eyes. She sought comedy in the moment, a defense mechanism that the Corellian spy knew quite well. Even as she struggled to understand, she gave the woman a small laugh.

"No wonder you're so…" Her voice trailed, that same feeling, but different, hit Allyson as well. It wasn't so much the absence of the Force as something technological moving at high speed.

"Perfect…"

As she finished, the ground suddenly gave way. Jumping back, she was able to maneuver her way around the thrusting attack from the droid or whatever it was. Ala seemed to be more ready than expected.

Lightsabers and metal clashed, and Allyson took this opportunity to draw her bow and gain some distance. There wasn't a lot of room for her to move, but she was out of the way for the most part.

She reached up, ripping away the eyepatch and letting the cybernetic eye flare to life, allowing her to realize the way the metal practically repaired itself from Ala's attack.

"Not good," she murmured as her gloved hand keyed up the Order of arrows she was going to need. It seemed plasma wasn't going to affect it much; maybe she needed something a bit more explosive. Drawing the arrow into the string, she focused on the back side. Though before she was able to attack, Ala's voice echoed, and she watched as the woman was thrown back from the blow.

"Chit…"

The arrow quickly stowed back into her quiver as she moved forward, the Force fueling her movements as she dodged another attack from the barbed pincer. Allyson needed to distract it, allow the Jedi a moment to breathe, and get herself into a better position.

Another arrow found its way into Allyson's hand; drawn, it was aimed at what looked like the attacker's back of the head. Explosions, as much as she would like, wouldn't be the call. Instead, the nanite arrow that she fired was meant to pierce armor. After the first one flew, a second one followed, and Allyson began to draw another.

Through the Force, she tried to determine whether she could override its programming and bend the creature to her will through mechu deru.

"Ala, get over here if you can!" Allyson shouted as she fired off a third arrow aimed at one of the joints of the arms that attacked the Jedi.

"This isn't your twin sister or something right?"

Any other time, any other place, Allyson would have abandoned this fight to save her own hide.

But she couldn't leave Ala.

 

[Ala Quin]

The screech of armor-piercing nanite arrows striking the creature's mettalic carapace echoed through the suffocating confines of the station. The tactical decision paid off instantly. While plasma had only hardened the beast's adaptive metallic shell, the kinetic and localised physical force of Allyson's precise shots forced the monstrous construct to recoil. It let out a grinding screech of scraping metal, its multi-jointed legs buckling under the sudden impact before it retreated down into the hole from which it had emerged.

The sudden silence was deafening.

Ala pressed her palm against the cold wall, pushing herself up with a low, breathless groan. Her limbs ached from the raw impact, and the absolute vacuum of the Force still clawed at her senses, leaving her feeling hollow and painfully fragile. Her twin lightsabers hung deactivated in her white-knuckled grip as she looked across the corridor, and the hole between them, toward Allyson.

An apologetic, heavy sadness softened her features, entirely replacing the desperate attempt at levity from moments before.

"I'm sorry," Ala whispered, her flat, unresonant voice carrying the weight of everything she had just confessed. She knew how insane it sounded, confessing to being a written thing, an artificial construct.

She glanced down at the warped deck plates where the creature had vanished, her jaw tightening. The tech animating the entity was predatory, relentless, and currently rewriting the very architecture of the station around them. It was dangerous, but retreating wasn't an option.

"But I can't leave," Ala said, her gaze snapping back to meet Allyson's cybernetic glare. Her voice grew steady, grounded by an absolute, desperate certainty. "The last copy of my data, the remaining piece of what makes me me, is on this station. If I run now, I'm leaving my entire existence behind to be erased. Or worse."

Slowly, she raised her hands, clipping one hilt back to her belt while keeping the other firmly ready.

"We have to move fast before it reforms," Ala added, her gaze drifting further down the corridor to where it opened up into an observation room. "And no...definitely not my twin sister. I...think."

| Allyson Locke |​