Your Overconfidence Is Your Weakness | Rebel Alliance Invasion of Sith Empire Held Dubrillon Hex

[Iasha Rha]

Location: Garrison
Objective: Get rekt in card games. Don't get rekt in life!
Allies: [member="Cam Fyrden"] [member="Darth Voracitos"]
Enemies nearby: [member="Tathra Khaeus"] and his grunts.
It's been quiet, so I'll just write a bit of combat against the big grunts.

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As Kir tossed the grenade, he felt an immense pressure on his leg. Then, as the metal orb just left his fingertips, the world turned upside down around him. He saw the monstrous creature that grabbed him as it lifted him up to its own face and reared back with a bludgeoning weapon. The mirialan thought this would be the end; this would be how he died.

The beast gave him a flip, like in one of those odd ballgames. Its meaty club ready to bat him away. His armour would not be able to withstand it, Kir thought.

Then - CRACK-BOOM

When the grenade had left his hand, it had rolled down into one of the craters. The explosion tore through the beast, sending shrapnel through its body which partially shielded Kir. One of its legs went flying off to the side, its balance was lost. At the end of his flip, Kir landed back first on the crumpled vehicle behind him, then fell down on his face on the ground.

His visor had cracked, at least one rib was broken. He had a hard time breathing as the tunnel vision closed in. His hands and knees dug into the dirt, turning wet with blood. Everything swayed around him as he pushed up, digging deep.

"F-" "Fohff" "For the Empiruh"

He pushed himself up to his knees and wrapped his hands around the barrel of a turret that had been blown to pieces as part of the combat. With all his might, the mirialan raised it over his head and looked down at his wounded opponent.

"For the fraahking LEGION, SCUTTA!"

Whack! The heavy end came down once, then twice, thrice and more. He bit his teeth together as he pushed through the pain and the fear. He saw the white armours of his friends stained with blood and chit, and he heard the thump-thump-thump of heavy blasters firing back, orders being shouted.

They would not go quietly into the daylight.

 

[Warchief Waddles]

Location: Refinery Complex
Allies: Strike Team One
Objective: Take/Evacuate Refining Complex
Enemies: [member="Adrian Vandiir"]
Equipment: Powergaunts, Lightsaber, Asheran Armorweave clothing


The fight had begun the words of Adrian having forcefully burrowed their way into Aten’s mind and embedding themselves. Aten couldn’t nor would he accept the words that the Sith had spoke, he’d heard of how they used their words to play tricks on others mind. Distracting them from the battle, Aten’s lavender eyes filled with determination as he knew that in the end, he was doing his best. How much simpler things had been when he’d been training with Kor, separated from the rest of the Jedi. How he’d always been so sure of himself and his beliefs but the more Aten saw the more that his beliefs fractured.

The sith was obviously far from a stranger with the force as Aten had felt the gathering of energy around his chest, his distraction had succeeded yet the Sith had managed to recover his saber blocking the strike. Orange sparks shot between the two as the saber met the side of the gauntlet, but Aten never stopped moving. That first hook could be chained into any number of other attacks or maneuvers, that was a key to combat and utilizing your momentum effectively could easily allow one to secure victory. Already dipping low Aten smelt the scent of burnt ozone as a few sparks of lightning shot out at where he’d been, not where he was going. The blonde ponytail of his narrowly dodged the bolts as it whipped behind Aten. Adrian having begun his leap to retreat Aten took advantage of the opening. Right leg sweeping out to clip the back of the Sith’s legs and send him sprawling to the ground on his back. Continuing with the sweep Aten would complete the circle repurposing the momentum to enter a full mount his left leg going over the Sith’s waist locking him in.

Left hand shooting forward Aten would grab at the Sith’s arm that held his saber as his right fist slammed into the ground next to Adrian’s head the sonic blast releasing against the durasteel flooring reverberating off in an attempt to disorient the Sith and keep him from focusing on gathering the force. Aten’s face was set, eyes staring at Adrian with not hate but pity, Aten truly didn’t wish to do this but Romi needed him. The other apprentices weren’t here and the Jedi were outnumbered. After punching the ground his right fist would pull back aiming for the center of the Sith’s chest.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Objective: Fight
Allies: [member="Romi Jade"] [member="Cedric Grayson"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Kaalia Pavanos"], [member="Vilaz Munin"]

Starchaser, Paladin of the New Jedi Order, would stand firm against the dark. He would side with those who aligned themselves with good, no matter their minor differences. He understood the call for war. The man was the type who would defend what he felt was right, and the Alliances and Rebellions the galaxy over were fighting for his side. Sure, not the complete way he was looking at it, but a way to get to the ends. The Jedi did not need a gathered force, they were the leaders, and the supporters. They helped the peoples of the galaxy far and wide reach the end they deserved, not an end controlled and corrupted by the Sith.

The men and women that were following the various causes were only facets of what the galaxy needed. Starchaser understood. The galaxy needed the light side to unite, if that could happen, the way the Sith share their power, and mute their differences for the common goal, the galaxy would be able to glow as a beacon of hope and burn the darkness to the rims of the galaxy. He knew that as long as someone like Carnifex existed, the galaxy would forever be tipping in the scales of balance.

Many were here, and he could feel the others, specters, wraiths, the corruption of the dark side on the galaxy. He was focused on the Emperor, a lackey would not concern him. Another, one that wasn’t a Sith, but… not happy to be around Jedi, that was here too. Mandalorian. Fine warriors.

“Didn’t die on Coruscant, don’t plan to die here.” He said, confidence and the light side flowing back through the meld to [member="Romi Jade"]. He knew what he was doing. Mostly.

For someone who was shooting a Sith Lord in the face.

Carnifex was a devasting foe, and Coren was moving back, taking the chance to throw his scattergun to the side, realizing quickly that his ability with the ranged weapon was not going to do him well. Throwing up a barrier behind him, and hurling a blast of Force energy intent on stunning the Sith, the teal blade leapt from Coren’s hand. The hilt strange, yet familiar. Forged by his own student, the new weapon of the Starchaser was here to provide the man some semblance of power against the Sith. Moving quickly, with lighter armor, Coren opted to dodge what lightsaber blows he could, and catch the ones he couldn’t.

“They will learn. Jedi are rising up from all walks, to test your power.” And one group would find purchase. He knew it.

 

[AMCO]

Location: Sith-Imperial Collection and Refinery Complex Dorn
Objective: Help the rebels become one with the Force.
Allies: Sneering Imperialists, incl. [member="Elani Zambrano"] & [member="Samka Derith"].
Duelling: [member="Aten Ramses"]
Equipment: Lightsaber, Handgun, Anti-Ysalamiri, Shard of Nil, Grav Core, Blackroot Potion [3], & Invisibility Potion [2].

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As the lightning left his palm, Adrian leapt backwards, attempting to clear the trio of rebel corpses behind him in a single jump. His opponent, however, nimbly dodged the brief surge of electricity before swinging his foot around, connecting with Adrian's airborne feet.

Knocked off his path, the young Acolyte slammed into the ground, legs impacting the corpses as his head banged against the floor. Gritting his teeth in pain, his hands lunged forth, telekinetically propelling him a few metres backwards. Before he had a chance to recover, the Padawan traversed the distance between them, pinning him down by his waist. Grabbing Adrian's right hand to prevent him from counterattacking with his lightsaber, the Morellian slammed a solid-metal gauntlet against the durasteel floor next to his head. As a sonic blast exploded forth, Adrian snarled in anger and pain, drawing on his hatred and the darkness emanating from somewhere within the complex.

The exertion was announced by no flashy moves, no intricate gestures, no words of power. As the Morellian prepared to bring down another gauntlet fist, this time on Adrian's chest, a piece of metal would stir on the body of one of the rebels before rushing towards Aten's back. This was not, however, some random debris. Some leftover detritus. The item that soared through the air was nothing less than an unspent rocket meant for the fallen rebel's rocket launcher.

As the projectile neared the Padawan's back, Adrian would close his eyes before crushing the rocket mid-air. Moments later, a thin layer of invisible energy would manifest around his form, especially the exposed legs, with the intention of blocking the imminent surge of fire and shrapnel. "Dodge this, rebel scum."

 

[Warchief Waddles]

Location: Refinery Complex
Allies: Strike Team One
Objective: Take/Evacuate Refining Complex
Enemies: [member="Adrian Vandiir"]
Equipment: Powergaunts, Lightsaber, Asheran Armorweave clothing

His fist ready to slam into the Sith’s chest Aten felt the power gathering, being pulled in. His blood chilled, the temperature feeling as though it dropped for an instant and the hairs on his neck stood up as a tingle formed at the base of his skull working its way up. A warning, head turning Aten saw what was coming all too late, time seemed to slow as the Jedi’s eyes widened. There was nothing he could do to stop what came next except brace himself. Arms moving and crossing over his chest in an “X” Aten reached out and began the process of forming a shield, layer upon layer of semi-translucent energy began forming before his body. Before the telekinetic barrier could finish forming the missile exploded with enough force that it shattered what had been created only a bit of it being deflected.

The force of the explosion lashed out and was the first thing to strike Aten flinging him free of the Sith, the fiery explosion seeking to consume the Jedi. Mouth open in a scream that was silenced by the explosion Aten was flung back the flames attempting to scorch his armor. Shards of metal and debris flew free seeking to penetrate the asheran armorweave to no avail. Thankfully it had been made to take at least a moderate degree of punishment, that wasn’t to say Aten didn’t feel it. Back slamming to the ground the force carried Aten a few feet further back where the Jedi laid his mouth gaping as he tried to take back in the oxygen that had been forced from his lungs. Steam rose from his armor it had only been that fraction of a barrier that had ensured Aten’s face hadn’t been scorched off.

Trying to rise to his feet Aten felt a sharp pang run along his back a fit of coughs overtaking him. I will not break! I will not fall! Aten's mind screamed pushing his body up and rising to a knee despite the pain that wracked his form. Smoke filled the hall from the recent explosion. Every fiber of Aten’s being ached, it pleaded with the Jedi to simply stay down, to give in but he wouldn’t. Its not the way Aten had been raised or trained. He would not mar the name of Kol nor Romi by laying down in the face of opposition when there was still something he could do. The sweet inhalation of air even if it was smoky was more than enough for Aten to regain his composure as he rose to his feet. The scent in the air now was that of burnt and charred flesh as the corpses of the once rebels had also been consumed in the explosion. It was too much to hope that the Sith was dead and Aten’s eyes narrowed. All around him that shrapnel rubble from the recent explosion began to shake and his hand lashed out. They shot forward propelled by Aten’s will at where he sensed the Sith’s presence fully intent on tearing at the Sith’s flesh as Aten pushed forward step by step.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Location: Under the Sea - Near Kolto Processing plant
Allies: [member="Cerbera"] dearest, TSE

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A piece of metal, torn from its resting place, lazily flipped and turned as it delved deeper and deeper into the darkness below. The lights of the Sith Imperial installations and the nearby Quarren settlement released it to the depth, but in the darkness there are monsters. Ember eyes watched it sinking deeper and deeper before, explosively, claws snatched the metal piece and clamped it shut. Smaller claws scoured its surface, seeking anything organic that may have attached itself to its surface. Finding little, the feeding claws bit into the metal and squeezed. It groaned and bent, but it did not bleed. Disappointed, the claws let it go and retracted back into its hiding hole. There it waited for more prey, perhaps a stray squid-head or the body of a sailor not yet picked clean by the surface creatures.

Ophidia's ember eyes turned away from the scene of the metal lid's descent, and out of the sea-creature's world, and instead fixed on the green alchemist by her side; Darth Cerbera - A most unique individual. She was strong in the Force, exceedingly talented in alchemy, and too devious by half. Of course, she was one of the few creatures in the galaxy Ophidia had decided to assign a modicum of trust. They certainly never had a dull time when they worked together.

"That Dr. Vain is a curious thing." "You were right, though. She does have good taste."

Ophidia sipped the last of the caf she had stolen from [member="Dr. Vain Jar'He"] 's office when she so rudely asked them to leave. Between Cerbera's ability to draw attention to herself when she so wished and Ophidia's quick hands, their little heist was a success. Not that she couldn't get the same caf herself, it was all the principle of the matter.

A smile spread over the Pale's lips as she discarded the now empty caf container in their submarine vehicle's waste disposal. Darling, the always useful chauffeur droid, chirped in his odd binary.

"Will you now tell me about your oh so brilliant idea, dear?"

Darth Ophidia had suggested they head for the sky and launch a counter-attack from within the enemy ships, but Cerbera had that look in her eye now - That look that told Ophidia there was something at work inside, a plan forming behind the bright yellow eyes of a mad scientist.

 

[Alyson Halle]

Location: In orbit around Merides.
Objective: Get the fleet operational.
Allies: Rebel Bois
Enemies: Sith Bois

The path to the control center was rather direct, the old elevator shafts were useless without power, but just as useful without gravity. She cut open the door with her lightsaber and began to ascend towards the command tower of the hulking vessel. It was a long ride but eventually she reached her destination.

Cutting through another door she came into a large glass bridge, the sunlight shimmering through contrasting against the lack of lighting. The consoles sat dark and quiet, the ship was unnervingly quiet, that would soon change however.

Alyson made her way up to a rather complex physical console, covered in switches, buttons, dials, and keypads. Going under this console she pulled out a massive book, which described in the simplest terms possible how to operate the console in question. Opening up the massive tome she got to work following the instructions listed.

As she proceeded more lights on the console lit up, slowly coming to life, eventually she could hear the low hum of a reactor starting, and not soon after the bridge lights started to flicker on. Soon the computer screen on the console came to life, text flying across the screen at dizzying speed. Not long after an old Dominion sigil flickered to life on the screen, the keeper had been awoken.

-------- AI CONSTRUCT ONLINE ---------
SELECTED CONSTRUCT: CYRENE
LOADING CONSTRUCT…. DONE
MEMORY CORE…. ONLINE
MEMORY CORE STATUS…. 99%
HIGH LEVEL COGNITIVE FUNCTIONS…. ONLINE
TIME SINCE LAST ACTIVATION…. 4.95E+11 MS
ALL SYSTEMS…. ONLINE

The holographic figure flickered to life in the center of the bridge, it had been a long time since she was last “alive”.

"It's been a long time hasn't it?" Alyson said to the figure of light.

The AI spoke solely from the ship's intercomm. "It has," the voice sounded curious, "I take it your being here means things have taken a darker turn?"

"From a certain point of view. I see it in a different manner. For the first time in a long time we have hope. You and your vessel are needed once again, however ill just let the big man himself explain." She took a data chip from a slot on her suit and stuck it into the appropriate slot on the console. Cedric would explain everything better than Alyson ever could hope to.

"And you need the fleet?" The AI's dean bodied voice chuckled. "Well, I suppose now is as good a time as any. Where exactly are we going Allyson?"

"Dubrillon, we have an appointment to keep and i don't like being late, get this ship operational ASAP, I have crews coming in. Sure hope the years haven't been too rough"

"A few pirates here and there. I don't mind, it keeps me busy." The AI's voice grew slightly louder as the vessel's main reactors came to life. "I'm ready to get back into it whenever you are. Whatever gets me off this ship faster."

"Perfect, we hope to have the fleet ready within the hour, be ready by then."

"I'll be waiting for you all to finish then," the AI making a high pitched noise that resembled laughter.

As the ship rumbled to life gravity started to return to the ship, and air began to flow from the vents without issue. Shuttlecraft and drop-ships began to drop out of hyperspace immediately. To bring the long abandoned fleet back into working order. The fleet had been sitting above Merides for far too long, it was time to get the fleet running again. They could be there before the fighting got too tough, or so she hoped. Once the fleet was running that is.

Now all she had to do was wait for the crews to get the decades old vessels working again.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Allies: Rebels - [member="Ari Vox"], [member="Noah Corek"]
Enemies: [member="Leliana"], [member="Djorn Bline"], [member="Jairus Starvald"], [member="Dr. Vain Jar'He"]
any other Sithies. Open for a duel.

Phrik armour, lightsabre (both in sig), rebreather, boltgun, sonic carbine, sidearm.


The night was dark and full of terrors...but the Lord of Light would...err, wrong setting. One imagined that Elpsis would want to burn Melisandre alive. Elpsis' helmet lacked fancy vision modes, like infrared or night vision. Or stuff to enhance targeting and such. Indeed, it was quite minimalist as far as fancy tech was concerned. Being blind, she could not use any of it. But she had the Force as an ally, and a powerful ally it was, at the risk of sounding cliched. Using its power to see was deeply ingrained in her. By now she had trouble remembering what it had been like to perceive the world through her physical eyes.


Countless presences seemed to be converging upon their location. No doubt the rebel soldiers would greet them in the appropriate manner, for the specops and grunts had not been idle. Indeed they had been quite busy securing the area. Elpsis had not tried to intervene there. Unlike certain Jedi Generals of yore who had death charged across the deserts of Geonosis, she knew that the ability to swing a lightsabre did not provide an instant qualification for command. So she focused on the Force.


There was a blip on her radar, so to speak. The briefest of flareups of a Force presence. Leliana - though Elpsis obviously did not know the name - had been concealing her Force presence throughout the march to the rebels' location. But here and there it flared up, as she used Breath Control when she had to deal with the air being vented in this or that section. Buried presence was a highly useful skill, especially for infiltrators and assassins, such as the Sith in question. Using another Force power undermined the illusion.


The flareup was only brief. Indeed the Force presence was gone almost as soon as Elpsis had sensed it, but it alerted her. The Sith had vanished among the mass of soldiers. Rather than search for the needle in the haystack, Elpsis focused on the minds of those very soldiers. There were threads of obedience, loyalty and in some cases fear that led back to...where Elpsis perceived a cloud. Confirmation came when the presence flared up once more.


Another, more powerful presence flared up briefly. Perhaps the Sith Master from earlier, but this presence seemed more distant, so she focused on what was closer. The Force gathered inside her. A ball of flame formed inside the palm of her hand, growing. "Lotta hostiles moving towards us. At least one Sith. Be ready for ambush attempts." Her tone was calm, almost casual. By the time Leliana and her posse reached the door, Elpsis was there. Due to being forewarned, she was not caught by surprise when the Sith's dark presence revealed itself.


With a hiss, the door Leliana and friends were standing before opened. In the exact same moment, a large, scalding ball of flame was hurled towards the direction of the Sith Acolyte and those closest to her. Raising her bolter, Elpsis fired buckshot towards the Apprentice. Buckshot was ideal against unarmoured or lightly armoured targets close range, had a good firing rate and was difficult to block or dodge. Even for Force-users. Each cartridge contained one hundred and twenty durasteel pellets, which expanded like a traditional shotgun buckshot spray. She aimed for the woman's centre of mass. In other quarters, rebels and stormtroopers were engaged in fierce fighting. The whine of blaster fire and the staccato of slugthrowers filled the air, explosions resonated across the halls.

 

[H3xle]

Location: Dubrillion, the Refinery


Allies: TSE [member="Ardeth Zun"] [member="tabigarashu madara"] [member="Vestille Thumahra"]
Enemies: Rebels

Khaji slipped into the pilot seat of the skimmer, noting that the other agents were secured in their seats before he lifted them into the air. He set the course for the Refinery, and set the cushion for a mere few meters above the waves. He kept one eye on the scope and the other on the chop of the waves beneath them. At several points between the HQ and the sea space around the refinery they had to dodge a few waves that had stirred high enough at the right time to cross their flight path.

Then they passed into the chaos surrounding the refinery.

The cat's paws slipped around the controls with focused competence. While he wasn't smooth like a natural pilot, he was able to force his movements to bend their flight path around incoming fire.

"I am unsurre if that is frriendly firre or not. I do not believe we can make it to the landing pad without serrious rrisk and significant notice to us." Khaji said through gritted teeth. "How fond of this skimmerr arre you?"

He pulled the skimmer up away from fire, then around in a tight circle. The engine whined at the abuse, but the Saaraishash did not skimp on it's vehicles. He tipped the vehicle slightly as he came between a pair of low buildings. He threw the airbrakes up to high and brought them closer to the ground.

"Therre is an autopilot featurre, but it will most assurredly get shot down. We can make ourr exit herre and send it on it's way to make it look like we continued..." Khaji was ever trying to keep his cover from being blown. They had arrived, by luck of the sea scape and incoming fire, in the area his contacts worked in. He didn't know they'd be observed if they left the skimmer, but he tended to be over protective of his covers, which sometimes led to harebrained schemes to keep them intact.

 

[AMCO]

Location: Sith-Imperial Collection and Refinery Complex Dorn
Objective: Help the rebels become one with the Force.
Allies: Sneering Imperialists, incl. [member="Elani Zambrano"] & [member="Samka Derith"].
Duelling: [member="Aten Ramses"]
Equipment: Lightsaber, Handgun, Anti-Ysalamiri, Shard of Nil, Grav Core, Blackroot Potion [3], & Invisibility Potion [2].

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With a resounding boom, the rebel was thrown off him, landing behind Adrian, towards the blocked hallway from which the young Acolyte had initially arrived from. As fire and shrapnel washed over him, Adrian did what he had done so many times before: double-down on his defences and wait for the worst of it to pass. Even so, even with Aten's form absorbing much of the force that would otherwise have stuck him, he still felt his barrier straining against the explosion. Thanks to his early warning, he was able to avoid anything but a few singe marks and a bruise or two, though the back of his head still throbbed after he had been knocked to the ground earlier.

Gritting his teeth, he scrambled away from his opponent, nostrils filling with the scent of overcooked rebel. That... gave him an idea. An idea that almost made him want to cackle out loud, were it not for the fact that doing so would give away his position. The smoke would clear soon enough, but until then he had an advantage.

Scrambling to his feet on the other end of the charred pile of dead rebels, Adrian closed his eyes, focusing intently. When they opened, the once blue orbs would now carry a tint of orange, a warning of what was to come. He had learned a great deal from the holocron of Darth Wyyrlok III and had developed a few variants of his own. Muttering a brief incantation under his breath, he unleashed upon the unsuspecting Padawan a particularly insidious spell of his own making.

"Hadzuska ai griebti, vi fashis vi natura."

As the Morellian moved forward with lethal intent, he would be met with not Adrian, but the charred form of his master, [member="Romi Jade"], stumbling forward through the smoke. Aside from a set of grievous injuries, she would appear exactly like she had when Aten had last seen her, and therein lies the essence of it. Adrian had never seen the Jedi Knight, but he didn't need to. The spell was specifically designed to piggyback the victim's own memories, to turn their own senses against them. What was nothing more than an illusion would look real, sound real, smell real, even feel real. In theory, anyway. Of course, Adrian's own limited talents, though more than impressive for a mere Apprentice, were unable to perfectly replicate the woman, even by using Aten's own memories.

"Aten... help..."

That was not the extent of it, however. The truly insidious part was yet to come. The illusion would attempt to draw him in, to convince him to help it. That it was, in fact, his dying master, desperately in need of his help. The closer he came, the more he dropped his guard, the more its tendrils of sorcery most foul would violate his very essence, slowly draining him of his energy. Smilingly predatorily as did his best to slink away to a more comfortable distance, Adrian felt quite pleased with himself. A spell that would make his master proud, no doubt.

 

[Arage Bao]

Location: Dubrillion, en-route to Refinery.
Allies: TSE| [member="Tabigarashu Madara"] [member="Khaji Ri'Had"] [member="Vestille Thumahra"]

Enemies: Rebels.... or apparently death cultists? (x) (x)

There was chaos beneath them as the refinery was under attack by the rebels.

Explosions, the airspace filled by laser fire and dogfights, it was difficult to determine which side had the advantage here but Ardeth was certain that they'd win the day here. This was Imperial space and it would not be long before reinforcements would arrive to wipe out the scrap. But that didn't change a thing- the Muun was not even sure where to begin here. Chaos everywhere as they circled around, while Khaji deftly maneuvered their transport and avoided being shot out of the sky.

That wouldn't have been enjoyable.

"The fight seems to favor us, but we need-" A burst of information was relayed through the senior agents of the Saaraishash and interrupted Ardeth. Both Hirou and the Muun looked down at the transmission and the one remaining eye seemed to gleam with more fire.

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He peered at it for a few moments, then sighed and closed his eye.

"One day the Chiss will learn that there is something like too much encryption." Ardeth had been working with [member="Darth Filiae"] for a while now and at last had managed to suppress the desire to smash her human face in (being blue did not immediately make you non-human. That was like saying a green apple was no longer an apple, just because it didn't have the stereotypical yellow or red hue. Preposterous.) It took the Nezumi and him a moment to piece it together from their separate transmissions.

Ardeth nodded.

"The Emperor will have to crush these rebels without us, Agent Ri'Had. Our priority has changed- the coordinates have been uploaded to the terminal."

Part of him was disappointed- true, but the Empire required his services and the Muun would deliver.

Swiftly the skimmer speeded away from the refinery towards the new coordinates. The Mirilian death cult had not been seen in force since the Silver Jedi Order's defeat on Mirial, but it could not be a coincidence that they were here now.

"We know too little, High Inquisitor, we might be walking into the maws of death."

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Under the Sea - Drifting farther away from the Kolto Processing plant
Allies: Darling [member="Darth Ophidia"], TSE

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"Mmmhm, she certainly is and does, Zambrano approached me to manufacture more through one of my companies. Apparently her thirst for it remains quite unquenched." Somehow that amused Cerbera. Oh, they could have simply gotten a sample from her contacts, but... it was so much more tasty when you yanked it from someone who was quite... fascinating. Oh, Cerbera was aware that Doctor Vain was a figure that annoyed and frustrated a lot of individuals. But in truth the Sith Lord didn't mind her- even if she was increasingly rude at times. After all, you don't get mad at a wasp stinging you, you simply tore its wings out and ensured it could never fly again.

Not because of any passion or anger.

Just as a measured precaution for the future.

Cerbera could almost feel the vibrations running heavy through the water and rubbing against the hull of their submarine. They were some distance away from the sharks and leviathans harassing the rebels, the lights of the facility were- hold on a minute. The Sith Lord leaned in, peering through the viewport towards the place where lights had slowly filtered through the murky waters. They had... just gone out. Hrm. "Seems the Rebels have managed to establish a foothold."

Her smile grew bright at Ophidia's desire to know.

It had been one of the first things that brought them closer together in the beginning.

"There is a Quarren population nearby. Some have taken up arms and are fighting the Rebels... but not all of them." In truth they couldn't do it all- children, elderly, how can one expect them to fight? Unless... you gave them an advantage.

"We will persuade them to join the cause."

From the folds of her robe the alchemist revealed a small bag, runes etched into the thick hide, pulsing gently. "A shard of the Alliance Super Star Destroyer's hull." It had crashed on the Jedi Temple during the initial attack of the Sith. "Imbued with madness. Hatred. We will give the Quarrens a gift. Our gift. They will see the wisdom in standing with us from youngest brood to oldest spawn." Many of them would die, yes, but such was the way of survival.

Some died, some lived.

It was creation existential.

Darling caught the cue and the submarine started drifting towards that colony under the cover of midnight black sea.

 

[Warchief Waddles]

Location: Refinery Complex
Allies: Strike Team One
Objective: Take/Evacuate Refining Complex
Enemies: [member="Adrian Vandiir"]
Equipment: Powergaunts, Lightsaber, Asheran Armorweave clothing

As he stepped forward Aten felt the shifting in the force, the darkness rising all around him, a sense of dread seeking to claim the Jedi and he stopped as within the cloud he saw a faint shifting with the smoke a form, a figure moving in his direction. Aten felt a pressure on his head, an odd sensation, one he’d come to note as the force attempting to effect or draw on his mind. It was only due to the teachings of Teräs Käsi that Aten managed to keep the presence out, nothing leaked out as that mental fortress Aten had crafted now restructured itself into a wall of durasteel pushing against the force seeking to steal from his mind. If Adrian had outclassed Aten in mental abilities and the force he may have penetrated the Morellian’s mental barriers.

So instead of seeing his master exit the cloud of smoke Aten saw the manifestations true form. A red form crafted of smoke, orbs that bordered on gold adorned its head. If anything, this creature appeared more like a demon than even a Devaronian. Aten felt something stir within himself, fear, anger, hatred? Or was it all of the above. That, someone, had attempted to penetrate his mind, to steal his precious memories. Some of the only possessions that Aten could lay claim to had been violated. Nostrils flaring Aten brought his hands around where the palms met with a loud clap. Emitting from the Jedi there was a wave of sheer force that penetrated the smoke dispersing it even leaving a contrail as it would strike whatever that form was and continue on to the Sith who had been focusing on whatever this creature was. Shards of metal, stone, and whathaveyou that sat in the waves path were picked up and flung through the air at both the demon and Adrian.

Hand not even lowering itself to draw the saber Aten simply held out his right hand and the hilt responded to its master’s summons. It flew from the belt to land firmly within the Morellian’s hand and with a simple flex of his thumb Aten was rewarded by faint snap-hiss. An azure glow now surrounded the Jedi as if that creature still remained after the explosion of force he would destroy it. If the acolyte that stood opposite of Aten had wished to stop the Jedi’s march he’d instead just filled Aten with more determination.

[member="Adrian Vandiir"]

 

[Irajah Ven]

Location: Kolto Processing Plant, Deep Lab
Allies: TSE, [member="Leliana"] [member="Djorn Bline"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Cerbera"]
Enemies: Rebels, [member="Ari Vox"] [member="Noah Corek"] [member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"] - COLD CAF!!!!
In Scene: [member="Jairus Starvald"]

Vain as it turned out, wasn't even watching.

The masked doctor's attention was on the sensor readouts. While a force user yes, Vain had largely neglected her training in favor of attention on the hard sciences. Oh she could float things and do minor tricks yes, but she didn't care much about the Force or wasting her time training with it. She recognized the power available, but it wasn't a thing that interested her in the slightest.

There would never be anything that made the clone as happy as working in her lab, alone (or maybe with Jain), and not being bothered by anyone, anywhere, at any time.

Unfortunately that was rarely in the cards.

The sensor read outs confirmed what Jairus was feeling. The creatures mostly focusing on the submersibles around the plant. Some had continued off farther afield, and she watched as they vanished into the murk beyond sensor range, wondering just what they were up to.

"They're using sonar against them. It's messing with my readings," she muttered, tapping the screen with a gloved finger as if that would fix it.

It didn't.

It wasn't as though there was anything Vain could do anyway. Once sent off on their mission of rage, they were entirely out of the woman's hands.

Vain only looked up when the sub started moving again. She offered neither thanks nor praise.

As soon as they were back in the airlock and surfacing, Vain headed up and out, popping the hatch. The airlock was dark, nothing but the pulsing glow of red emergency lights.

"Oh for pity's sake," she grumbled, clamoring (not particularly gracefully either) out of the sub.

The little figure didn't wait for Jairus. Reaching the door, she heaved her entire weight against the manual release lever, opening it enough for her to slip through (Jairus would have to open it farther to fit his own, more considerable size). The lab was similarly lit, much to her annoyance. Hurrying across the room to the caf machine, she poured the rest of the pot into the mug beside it and too a sip.

Her caf. Was cold.

By the time Jairus also made it to the lab, he'd find her trying to reboot the internal systems- and failing. The Deep Lab wasn't considered an integral part of the station, in case of an emergency. From here there was no way to override and get the power back on. The stream of invectives coming from the small masked figure was creative and ear blistering.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Objective: Kill the Webuls, Kill the Webuls, Kill the Webuls
Location: Dubrillion Refinery Complex - Whichever one the plot demands
Allies: [member="Kaalia Pavanos"], [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Koda Fett"]
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Romi Jade"]
Gear: Below Signature

The Force Push momentarily blunted the Sith Lord's charge, just enough for Coren to toss aside his ranged weapon and activate his lightsaber. Coren dodged the first swipe and parried the second, sliding out of the way of a third swipe right when the Emperor closed the distance and engaged up close and personal. There's was a flurry of motion, of action and reaction, as both masters of the Force traded blows and carefully maneuvered over debris and corpses, both of which were used by Carnifex as weapons when he levitated them and flung them at Coren whenever he could. Not even the Empire's own dead were sacred enough for the Emperor not to utilize their broken bodies to his advantage.

"And they will die all the same, Master Starchaser. Whatever legions will rise to test me, it will be nothing more than a fleeting distraction. The ascendance of my Empire is inevitable. A day, a year, a millennium -- it matters not. I hold the patience of stone and the will of stars. Your struggles are insignificant."

Pieces of walkways and scaffolding tore themselves free of their moorings, clanging and crashing through the air as they were seized by the Emperor's will and turned into weapons against Starchaser's person as explosions and screams of suffering reigned around them. The screech of ion engines sung overhead as Imperial and Rebel fighters swarmed the atmosphere like bees around a hive, flak detonations filling in the gaps between them with the occasional precise hit sending Rebel fighters careening towards the hard earth or the unforgiving seas. There were even larger capital ships peeking through the otherwise pristine clouds as Dubrillion's gravity pulled in the victims of the space battle raging in orbit, huge explosions of salt water rising up into the air as smoldering hulks sank into the abyss.

"Let the death of these rebels be the same, Master Starchaser. There are no glories to be won here, no songs to be sung once it is all over. Only darkness will remain!"

The Emperor took another swipe at Coren, subtly altering his blade's length from one-point-five meters to a full three meters with the dial on his blade, changing its reach mid-swing as it came crashing down towards the Jedi Master.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Kolto Processing Plant, Deep Lab
Allies: TSE, incoming [member="Leliana"] [member="Djorn Bline"]
Enemies: Whoever is upsetting the Progenitors (Rebels, [member="Ari Vox"] [member="Noah Corek"] [member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"])
In Scene: [member="Dr. Vain Jar'He"]

The Sith Lord squinted at the smol gap that had appeared at Vain's insistence.

Disappearing through it was easy enough for her, but it seemed she was less interested in making sure he could get through. A sigh escaped him before his palm lifted up once more and yanked down. The lever went down easy -- compared to how it had protested against the smol weight of Vain dropping down on it -- and the groan of the metal screeched through the area as the doors were dragged open by the manual emergency mechanisms.

By the time that Jairus stepped on through the Doctor was doing her best to restart the systems.

He did note the pot with caf on the table.

It somewhat amused him that the first thing she decided to do was pour herself a pot. That was hilarious. His stride took him over to it, peering down and noticing that it was cold. "Hm." Then his hand brushed the glass and he grasped for the Darkside. Within a few seconds heat started to radiate from his hand, until the caf inside started to rise in temperature.

"There. Have a cup, because you are making me want to kill you with your current mood."

Said with humor, except... that glint in his eyes implied things.

While she was drinking her cup Jairus strode over towards the reinforced door that kept the deep labs separated from the corridors. They gave away easy against the Force and that allowed them to hear the echoes of blaster fire somewhere in the distance.

"You have anything to communicate with the Imperial forces here?"

 

[AMCO]

Location: Sith-Imperial Collection and Refinery Complex Dorn
Objective: Help the rebels become one with the Force and/or help them embrace the Dark Side.
Allies: Sneering Imperialists, incl. [member="Elani Zambrano"] & [member="Samka Derith"].
Duelling: [member="Aten Ramses"]
Equipment: Lightsaber, Handgun, Anti-Ysalamiri, Shard of Nil, Grav Core, Blackroot Potion [3], & Invisibility Potion [2].

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Something had gone wrong, annoyingly wrong. His spell, so beautiful in its complexity, had failed to slither through his opponent's defences. He had not expected the Jedi to be trained in the fine art of resisting mental assaults, at least to this extent, but no matter. He had plenty of other nasty little secrets at his disposal. Had the spell worked as planned, it would have drained the Padawan of his energy, gobbling up more and more power before finally detonating in a grand finale. As it stood, it hadn't even managed to drain a sliver of his opponent's power, but what he had given it so far would have to do.

"Mirtis."

As the Sith word for "death" left his mouth, the ghostly crimson figure erupted outward, colliding with the incoming wave in a dazzling display of raw power. As debris clattered against the walls between them, Aten pulled his blade to his hand and ignited it, an azure glow falling on the durasteel flooring. Instead of matching his move, Adrian kept the blade on his hip, though the pair of crystals at its heart still served to empower him, to grant him the clarity needed to use his power to its full extent. For now, at least, the time for subtlety was over. If the Morellian wanted a direct confrontation, then by the tombs of Korriban he would have it.

"Such fear... such anger. A bit of a role change, wouldn't you say?"

Voice calm, Adrian channelled his own passion into a metaphysical vortex, a controlled storm ready to be unleashed. Here he was, wielding his anger like a tool while a Jedi allowed himself to be motivated by it. How positively amusing. As the barely contained maelstrom of passion reached its zenith, he would thrust both hands forward, one aimed high and one low. One aimed at the left of the young man's body and one at the right. From both would launch grasping tendrils of lightning, with which he would follow his opponent's movements as the Padawan no doubt tried to dodge.

 

[Ari Vox]

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[SIZE=11pt]DOG Unithttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/130783-deniable-operations-group-dog/ - Viking - Team 01 - 5 Operators[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=11pt]200x Rebel Alliance Soldiers[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=11pt]Allies: TRA - [member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"] [member="Noah Corek"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Enemies: TSE - [member="Jairus Starvald"] [member="Dr. Vain Jar'He"] [member="Djorn Bline"] [member="Leliana"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Cerbera"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The captain of the Ceraluen, the commanding officer for the small wolfpack of submarines that now lay several hundred meters away in the silent [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]underdark of the sea be, watched his holodisplay with avid curiosity, eyes glued to the shapes of two manned submersibles that had appeared from the swarming masses of Firaxan sharks. They’d initially been picked up by the active sonar pings, were designated and plotted following that and now fingers were resting just shy of the fire controls, waiting for the order to eliminate the subs that seemed immune to the surging, rage fuelled[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] waters around them.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Pass the information to the ground team, fire one missile at each target, active sonar a hundred meters off the bow, timed detonation just shy of the facility,” As he spoke the technicians punched in the information to the smart warheads that sat in flooded tubes at the bow of the ship, and as he finished off the command they launched with earnest and gusto, striking out through the impenetrable blackness that enveloped the submarines as their forms continue to shrink back and away from the highlights on their screens.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]At the security hub the rebels were embroiled in a heavy fight, and nearby in an almost too quiet [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]hallway[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] the DOG had realized that they’d missed their opportunity. Trying to set themselves in between the hub and the incoming Sith had proven to be a costly attempt, and they now worked their way back towards the hub that lay only a few hundred feet to their south-east. No contact had even been made with the remaining garrison of Imperial stormtroopers, all of them assumed to be a part of the surge of hostiles that were now rushing towards and attempting to breach into the security hub itself.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Noah was in command of the defence and Ari had no doubt in his abilities. The [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]aging soldier was a lion on the battlefield, his words carrying the weight of hundreds of previous commands and this battle here, she hoped, would be no different than them. Stepping up their tempo the DOG team made their way through the winding and darkened hallways, easing up on their speed as the sounds of gunfire staccatoed[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] through the hallway. Round a final corner they came to find the backs of a team of Sith soldiers, their forms having just rushed in towards the Rebel held Security hub and unaware that their backs were now exposed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Back around the [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]corner the team stepped, their heavy support gunner the only one left to keep his weapon trained down the hallway as Ari took a quick look at the team and made a motion for her grenade launcher. They understood immediately and followed her once more around the corner, deploying their micro grenades with lethal precision as they made to flush out or kill the Sith only a few dozen feet away from them. Beside them, posted on the corner of the hallways in question, the support gunner let loose a heavy pull of his hellfire, the shattergun[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] laying waste to the doorway before them and cutting into the ranks of soldiers beyond. Following the initial barrage of micro-grenades, the team switched back to their main weapons and loosed volleys of high energy down towards the now embattled forces, careful as always to keep their target’s backgrounds clear and shoot only what they meant to kill.[/SIZE]

 

[Warchief Waddles]

Location: Refinery Complex
Allies: Strike Team One
Objective: Take/Evacuate Refining Complex
Enemies: [member="Adrian Vandiir"]
Equipment: Powergaunts, Lightsaber, Asheran Armorweave clothing

Aten’s hair billowed in the wake of the explosion of the Demon and his will clashing, the Jedi’s eyes staring onward at the Sith. Not a word was spoken, Aten was dead set on his goal now. He had come this far, had survived what the Sith had thrown at him and had even witnessed a creature that very few could claim to have encountered. Here Aten stood alone, within the walls of the refinery complex, all else was tuned out. It was Aten and Adrian, him fretting about his allies would do naught but weaken himself, he’d been taught by Romi to trust in others. It was Aten’s turn to trust in his master and the other Jedi. Grip tightening on the saber he charged forward the saber out to his right.

From Aten’s perspective, it was almost as if the acolyte he faced was drawing on an infinite well, capable of throwing ability after ability at the Jedi in an attempt to end the fight. Aten, on the other hand, had limited his use to a few select things, if he was liberal with the force similar to the Sith, Aten would have nothing left to give. The air between him and Adrian hummed as the Jedi closed in and in the next instant lightning flew from Adrian’s palms seeking to engulf the Morellian.

One would think that charging headfirst into the lightning was a fools ploy but that charge had given Aten the momentum for what came next. Right leg kicking up and to the left the momentum Aten had been gathering was being utilized to send the Jedi into the air spinning between the two separate bursts of lightning. Saber in his right hand as Aten spun the saber intersected the path of both streams, the lightning cascading around the blade of plasma before grounding itself. Aten moved with the grace of a Zeltron belly dancer, what many would assume was the use of Ataru was instead a martial art based off dancing. The spin slowing his right foot nearing the ground Aten kicked off once more the momentum and speed from the charge pushing the Jedi forward in a constant movement. He couldn’t afford to stop less the lightning catch him. The lightning whistled and roared past the Jedi in a way Aten had never seen.

Having kicked off with his right foot Aten’s left hand went out balancing himself as his body swung around his feet now on the wall. Without even stopping Aten’s right arm flung out for an instant it would seem like he was aiming to fling the saber instead it was just a jab of his fist forward. Manifesting closer to the sith a small pressure of force would strike at Adrian’s unprotected throat with the full-on strength of a punch. More specifically the blow was aimed at the larynx. It would be hard to concentrate when one’s airway was crushed. Even then if it didn’t land he’d have to break concentration on the bolts. The most vital part now was for Aten to ensure he never halted his movement which he didn’t. Kicking off the wall the Jedi used his saber to intercept one path of lightning as he continued in the martial velocities.

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Location: Dubrillion Refinery Complex
Objective: Let the rebels meet their end
Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Samka Derith"]
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Romi Jade"]
Equipment: Armor | Lightsabers

(OOC: Kaalia/Avacyn appears as a ghostly being, but this is no more than an illusion. It is purely a visual change, nothing more.)

Where at first Avacyn showed up to even the numbers, she was not the only one who had chosen to reinforce the defense of the building Darth Carnifex was present in. Two Mandalorian warriors would appear in quick succession, creating an even more dire situation for the two Jedi who had found themselves outnumbered now instead of the opposite. At the end of this encounter, the only acceptable outcome was two more Jedi casualties in this conflict.

As it turned out however, there was one more party on their side.

A voice spoke out through the loudspeakers of the refinery, one that sounded much too youthful and carefree to not provide a stark contrast to the scene that was unfolding. That was not what occupied the Sith Lady's mind the most in the split second that it did, however- it was the fact that somehow it sounded familiar. She was absolutely certain she knew that voice, yet was completely unable to place it in any capacity. Even though this was something that bothered her in a way, it would have to be figured out at a later time. The thought was immediately put to the side, her mind returning to the battle.

With Starchaser and Darth Carnifex focussing on getting the better of the other, Avacyn decided to turn her attention to the woman of who she did not know her name. The red blade of the Jedi's lightsaber captured her intrigue, curiosity demanding her to wonder what the story behind it was. It was exceedingly rare to see a being of the Light carry a weapon of that kind, after all. With one of the Mandalorian warriors firing the first shot and the Jedi reacting to it however, she herself stopped stalling and dashed forward with the Force bolstering her speed. Having moved up to her enemy she brought down her pair of lightsabers in a slashing motion, knowing it would require her to react and perhaps even fully split her attention.

At the same time, ray-shields on the path that the Jedi had taken to get where they were now sprung to life, blocking it off to prevent escape. It was likely the source of the voice from only moments before had done so, reinforcing the notion that whoever she was, she was on the Empire's side.