Invasion Z is for Ziost! (The Primeval invasion of Silver Sanctum Ziost)

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Objective: A, outside the walls
Allies: [member="Nima Tann"]
Enemies: [member="Anja Aj'Rou"], [member="Loxa Visl"], (directly duelling Anja))
Gear: 1x MKI bolter, still got the ammo), 1x bolt pistol, 1x sonic shotgun, wrist-worn flamethrower, vibroknife, grenades, lightsabre, beskar'gam


It was in this moment that Siobhan arrived, having moved in search of someone to fight. Clearly she had arrived rather late to the party, given the scene she found before her eyes. Well, better late than never! She arrived when the Host Lord of the Primeval unleashed her vile mentalism upon the Jedi Master.


Presumably Siobhan did not know who Nima exactly was since they had never interacted and she kept her distance from most Jedi, but she recognised her as a friendly, who was not doing well. Her jaw tightened and eyes narrowed when her senses picked up on the vile magicks being used, the techniques the Sith and their allies were so fond of. The avatar of the Dark Gods had been speaking, but Siobhan was an impolite woman and felt like interrupting her. Further away it seemed a...wolf was fighting another Master of the Primeval forces.


Siobhan focused on what was in front of her and once again became the eye in the storm. Ziost breathed cruelty, wrath and hatred, emotions that brought strength to a darksider and tempted many a Jedi, either proving them stronger and more resolute in their faith or breaking them. Except Siobhan was...not a Jedi. Or even light side. There was nothing subtle about her entrance, her Force Signature blazed brightly as she drank from the fountain of power, her boots crunched upon the ground.


The 'Chaos Goddess' would manifest a gigantic telekinetic hand with which she sought to seize Anja. A crushing grip would be applied to the Host Lord's throat and brought to bear on it as Siobhan poured the power of her will into carving into the woman's trachea, whilst also lifting her from the ground. It stood to reason that Force Aura would keep her from dying immediately, unlike a non-force user or somene who was not a Master, but continued pressure, like a constricting snake, would squeeze the life out of her.


Siobhan was pissed off, impatient and feeling absurdly brutal. Her eyes were cold as she threw her might into attempting to smash Anja into the ground from on high with the impact of a speeder collision. Again and again and again...A speeder crash could result in enough kinetic impact and blunt trauma to cause intracranial bleeding and explode internal organs. Siobhan doubted that taking her apparent opponent down would be so easy, since for one then the duel would be rather short and her opponent was wearing nice armour, but she focused her aggression and cold fury upon the singular task of trying to crush her. At the very least if her enemy tried to defend herself, it would break her concentration and give the Jedi an opening to escape.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Objective: A
Location: Outside of the Citadel
Allies: [member="Chastity Lunelle"] (Padawan - Captured) | [member="Keira Ticon"] | Silver Sanctum & allies
Enemies: [member=Kuryr] (Escaped) | Primeval & Sith Forces
Unique Gear: Combat Armour | Lightsaber

Connor fell down the broken debris of the exposed floor, following the path that the Taung had taken Chastity. More bodies lay on the ground as he pushed loose pipes out of the way and fallen rock from the explosion. He coughed against the dust and snow, chilling his lungs. The outside light broke in from damage, and it wasn't long before Connor felt the kiss of cold air on his face as he came to the outer wall of the Citadel again, on the other side to where he came.

Squinting against smoke, the battlefield ahead dotted the landscape with oranges, reds, greens and yellows. Connor pulled his com from his side.

"This is Connor - Padawan Lunelle has been captured by a Primeval Taung warrior from the Citadel. Rangers are down. They're moving....East, I think. Hone in on her signal and FIND HER!"

The signal would be to anyone who received it, but he doubt anyone would in the midst of war. He looked to the sky to see huge ships in the atmosphere moving alongside each other, and fighters swarming around trying to take the other one out. Where he stood, a portion of the rock and metal gave way under his boot, forcing him to jump down the side of the Citadel wall to the soft snow on the floor.

When he hit, he stayed for a moment on his knees, head falling to the ground and eyes closing. His fists clenched. He had failed - again.

 

[Kana Truden]

Objective: A
Location: Outside the walls.
Allies: None.
Enemies: [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Connor Harrison"] (You could jump on in before the dramatic twist!)
Gear:

• Lightsaber (Blue)
• Lumen Mk. I (Concealed)

It was a hit. Kana remained stone-faced as the girl hit the ground sliding. Deep down she was laughing as for the first time in seemingly forever she was doing alright. She was winning this, she could feel it. If she kept applying pressure it was a certainty. Nevermind why she was doing it. The fight would ultimately come to be for herself as she tended to the idea of her actually being able to win this.

As far as advice went Kana would take the time to listen to her opponent.

“Okay.” Was all she afforded the woman about not letting anger take control, really.

Then came the point where they exchanged names and for a moment Kana hesitated. She was all for some sort of modicum of honor on the field. Maybe not as much for respect, seemingly, but she by the very least held her opponents in high regard. A name was not too much to ask for, even if it would give away the woman’s status as a traitor and a deserter.

What could possibly go wrong? A lot of things.

“Well, Keira, my name is Kana.” She reached up to deactivate the voice module. “Kana Truden. At your service.”


Doubtful if the girl would know who the name belonged to or not. The politics of the Republic Jedi Order might not exactly have struck the right chord with most other political groups, but for those in the know it would be the name of a Jedi Councilor gone missing after the battle at Ord Mirit.

Problem being that Kana was not a redhead, she was a blonde and the woman in front of Keira, well, she was very much a redhead.

The girl finally struck out for Kana to respond. An attack that almost caught her by surprise as their blades collided in front of her face. A follow up attack ensued and with it Kana found her leg knocked out of balance as her opponent’s blade struck against the phrik plating of her armor. The cut in Kana’s pant leg would reveal the white piece of equipment and the scorch mark that came with the hit.

“Gotta love phrik.” It was all Kana afforded the girl before she reached out for the force again. Not to push the girl around but to push the ground in front of her around. With luck she would cause loose stones and dust to get into the opponent’s eyes, blind her.

Irregardless she followed it up with two other strikes of her own. First at her midsection and then she followed it up with an attempt to cut the woman in two on the vertical. With her still very blunt blade.

It wasn’t really a creative move, but Kana had never been one to consider herself an acrobat or even creative. She used to be a healer, that was what she had enjoyed but even that life was ripped from her. Yes, fighting aimlessly was all she knew now and it was probably all she would know for a while. She had accepted this, even if she really didn’t want to.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective A: Watching a surfing Hutt (that's at least how it sounds like)
Location: On the shore of a bloody wave
Allies: Silver Jedi and other assorted allies
Enemies: [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] [member="Mishk"]
Gear: Robes Lightsaber Back-up Lightsaber

Well that worked better than expected, however she had forgotten one important thing about Zambrano. He hated being blind and now was thrown into an even greater rage ... but there was fear mixed into that as well. He was channeling so much dark side energy, but hey on the bright side, her feet were free as he pulled the blood and flesh around her feet and the walls to him. Why though ... he was using it as a way to move around.

A prickly sensation started across her body as that little Jawa just wouldn't take the hint to stay down as he used Inflict Pain on her again. Zambrano was reaching towards her with the Force, and she quickly reinforced her larynx with the Force as he tried to choke her. However, she wouldn't need to maintain the reinforcement long as he finally reached her and his tentacled hands tried to grapple her lightsaber out of her grip. Force Choke required constant focus on choking someone or else the effect faded, but now she had an angry Hutt trying to take her lightsaber right out of her hand. She could hear a sizzling too and she could see liquid dripping down from the Hutt's hands. Acid, lovely. Good thing she had made her gauntlets out of impervium so they should hold for a bit.

Now the problem he faced was that she could feel [member="Connor Harrison"] in distress and she simply didn't have much time left to play with the macabre obsessed Hutt and his little friend. Her lightsaber blades were still spinning and the way forward seemed clear as she could see how much both enemies were drawing on the dark side to keep going. Using her freed feet, she pivoted her body and the spinning blades would follow her pivot. Whether they took off his hands, she didn't particularly pay attention as she had another plan.

The light side of the Force flowed to her in a river as she called for its aid. Her hands started to glow as the light built up in her, circling and building and waiting to know how best it could help her. At the moment where she couldn't hold it in any longer, a blast of pure light side energy erupted from her hands, aimed directly at both opponents. Force Light was going to be quite the experience for both to have since it was meant to cut off a dark sider's access to the Force temporarily, but it would be quite a debilitating attack for them since they were calling on it so much. Hopefully anyways, she wanted to reach Connor before he did something silly without thinking it through.

If she had to start carving the Hutt into pieces after this, she would. Play time was over.

 

[Keira Priest]

Objective: A
Location: Outside the walls
Allies: [member="Connor Harrison"]
Enemies: [member="Kana Truden"]
Gear: Personal lightsaber

Kana. The name wasn't familiar in any sense, but Keira supposed it wasn't intended to be. No time was given to consider it further before another attack was launched, beginning with a spray of dirt and debris towards her face that was dissipated with a barely tangible pulse of the Force. The next two strikes were surprisingly easy to block, requiring nothing more than a shift of her blade to catch and deflect both swings. It seemed as if the two were still merely toying with each other, utilizing basic attacks in order to determine just how the other fought. It was a vaguely frustrating thing, because she knew full well that she was capable of keeping up with a fast-paced fight and still striking out in order to bring down her opponent. In comparison to sparring matches with her former Gen'Dai mentor, this battle was in some sense agonizingly slow.

The armor worn hadn't gone unnoticed, thought it wasn't too much of a hindrance. It just meant that she would have to strike for the vulnerabilities that any such attire had, which meant the joints and the head. Perhaps the fight did become just a touch more deadly. No time was wasted to speak before she retaliated, keeping the pace of her strikes fast, this time augmenting the strength of her swings with the Force just enough to hopefully overwhelm the Dark Jedi. Reaching out with tendrils of the ethereal she attempted to trip the other woman up, hoping to turn things further in her favor. It may have been an underhanded tactic, but she wasn't in the position to split hairs, nor did she entirely care. It wouldn't be the first time she had gained the upper hand thanks to underhanded tactics, and it wouldn't be the last.

Once more she lashed out with a burst of energy, only then breaking away, still within reach of the other. Her chest rose and fell visibly with each breath, though she quickly brought herself to a center once more. Cracking a smile, she flicked a strand of brunette hair out of her eyes, for all intents and purposes entirely carefree. "Takes all the fun out of things when you wear armor. How are you supposed to have a good time when there isn't even a threat of dying?" Never had she donned armor in any combat scenario, forsaking any extra protection in favor of superior speed and mobility. That, and she truly did find something exhilarating with having the threat of death hanging over her head reminiscent of a guillotine one wrong step away from falling, severing her ties to life with a permanent, ruthless efficiency.

Another presence briefly came to her senses, Connor's once more, and without consciously attempting to puzzle things out she knew something had happened. Touching on his presence she spoke to him via the ethereal once more, her intent far less malicious this second time, "Come to me, outside of the Citadel. I think I might have met an old friend of yours." Or maybe she was overestimating things, but it always seemed that Jedi knew other Jedi, former or no, regardless of which Order they found themselves affiliated with. It was that camaraderie she would never understand, no matter how much time was spent among them. It was always best to watch out for your own safety rather than that of another. Some kind of Jedi she would turn out to be.

 

[Arrbi Betna]

Objective: A
Location: Outside the walls
Allies: Jedi/Silver Sanctum
Enemies: [member="Isabella Denko"]
Gear:

• Beskar Beskar'gam
• Dinu'ul
• Beskad
• Chaav'la Revolver w/ standard and Ori'shuk ammuntion
• Bodo Baas Gunbelt
• Taozin Amulet

Betna blinked slowly within his helmet at the young girl. His stance remained unmoved and his blank faceplate gave no hints as to his thoughts. When she moved towards him, he didn't move or flinch. A wooden stick could do very little to a Mandalorian in beskar'gam. Instead he glanced around using his HUD without moving his head.

"No," he said after a moment, his voice monotone and deadpan through the external comms. "No, I don't think you could. This your first fight, girl? And you brought only a blaster?"

His eyes spotted a glint of metal in the ground nearby. A fallen blade of some kind laying in the bloody tundra grass. It was long enough that it looked like perhaps a vibrosword or something similar.

"Take up the blade there, girl," he said, gesturing with the point of his beskad at the fallen weapon. "I commend your resourcefulness, but fighting with just a stick will get you killed. I'll wait."

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Building
Objective: A
Allies: [member=Thurion Heavenshield], [member=Arrbi Betna], [member=Romeo Sin], [member=Aedan Miles], Silver Sanctum Coalition
Enemies: Primeval, [member=Adekos], [member=Warok the Defiler]
Gear:

Spoiler

-Beskar'gam
-Two Dual WESTAR 34 pistols
-Fett-Kal Knife
-Repulsorpack

If there was something Vilaz would learn from today was to nevr judge or underestimate someone based on their size. Never did he expected the Ewok have the Force as a tool, that is he assumed the bear had this resource for how quickly Warok closed the distance between them. But what really caught the Warrior by surprise was the punch given by the Ewok. It would be cute and funny for a creature like Warok punching someone like Vilaz, but this wasn't something to laugh at. That punch sent the Mandalorian flying away from the Ewok and landed some meters away from him. He was gasping for air and could feel blood in his mouth which he spat out. He could feel a few broken ribs on his left side, but not too major to retreat and seek for medical attention.

No, he could still stand and fight. He wasn't going to be a little wuss cowering for other to fight his own battles. That wasn't the nature of a Mandalorian or a proud Warrior willing to fight to the end. But he did needed to be careful when in close quarters with the Ewok. The Rally Master's best bet to avoid being punched by Warok was to have a safe distance away from him. Another punch and that could cost him an organ or more bones broken.

He finally retaliated with shooting Ewok with both dual pistols with the least amount of intervals between each shot, and slowly walked towards the small, yet dangerous Ewok. Being a force user his opponent was he wondered if his projectiles would be counted by a lightsaber or by something else. But he did hoped to damage the Ewok or something of his.

This was going to be one heck of a fight. Maybe if he was victorious he would skin the bear and use its fur for a carpet or a wall decoration.

 

[Kha'ro Ottosuki]

Objective: A
Location: At the citadel
Allies: Silver Sanctum.
Enemies: The primeval, [member="Vengeance"]
Gear: Blue lightsabers.
Jedi robes.

Kha'ro would feel a sharp pain in his neck as he was lifted off the ground and lost his ability to breathe. He would cough and splutter, struggle and find it even harder to stop emotion from coming through after hearing his opponent call a living being 'worthless'. He would focus, hard. He had to use an ability he was not so proud of knowing how to use. He aimed his hands at his opponent, ignoring the awful pain in his throat. Suddenly, his hands would spark... A moment later, they would be engulfed in electricity... And then, a force lightning shot out, it would at least be enough to break the sith's concentration and force him to drop Kha'ro.

Kha'ro would ask, "So acolyte, whats the name, dumb guy or idiot?" with a grin. He would be prepared to defend against his opponents next attack, he was ready.

 

[Connor Harrison]

Objective: A
Location: Outside of the Citadel
Allies: [member="Chastity Lunelle"] (Padawan - Captured) | [member="Keira Ticon"] |
Enemies: [member="Kana Truden"] ?? | Primeval & Sith Forces
Unique Gear: Combat Armour | Lightsaber

Keira's voice broke through - an old friend? Had she stopped the Taung? Had she got his message? Connor heard the voice in his head and lifted up from the snow, looking down at red hands going numb in the cold terrain underhim - was it the cold or the blood under his hands that caused the colour change?

The battle raged on, and Connor pushed himself up and ran back around the Citadel wall. Ships raced overhead, blaster bolts whizzed by and he avoided a few wild Primeval grunts, and pushed Rangers aside to get through quickly.

Keira came into view first with her blade, and Connor ran towards her and shouted.

"Keira, what's happened, where is she?" Already assuming too much.

The woman she was against looked vicious, but something was amiss. Chastity or the Taung weren't here. Connor looked to Keira, ready to pull his blade and strike her if this were a trap.

"What's going on."

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T65Ps2IEbBU​

Objective: A; leading the defense of the Sith Citadel.
Location: On the walls.
Allies: Silver Sanctum Coalition
Enemies: The Primeval | [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Gear: Armour | Sword | Lightsaber

The sheer impact of steel versus steel was incomprehensible, both duellists aided by the Force as they clashed like only light and dark could. Unable to predict the outcome, Thurion was thrown off-guard by the strange runes inscribed on Kaine's blade which exploded upon impact, sending both of them flying in opposite directions. Thurion took the brunt of the explosion, tossing him as if he were naught but air before crashing into a pile of debris. He'd gotten the wind knocked out of him, and while struggling to catch his breath he found himself blinded by the explosion.

All he could see was bright light, no matter how hard he looked for shapes or objects. He could still hear Kaine tauting him from afar, although with somewhat less bravado than before. He'd taken a beating too, it seemed. Remaining calm, Thurion crawled back up on his feet, bruised and exhausted. Still unable to see properly, he reached for his lightsaber hilt. Not to use it in battle, but rather to remove the piece of cloth attached to it. Using both hands he tied it around his head, covering his eyes. They were of no use to him at the moment, anyway.

The cloth had once belonged to Asha's robes. She would now be his eyes; guide him in his time of need. He reached for his sword, summoning it off the ground and into the palm of his hand. Struggling at first, he soon managed to find his balance as he stepped towards Kaine across the arena that had formed from them fighting each other. Rather than acknowledge his taunts, Thurion raised his left hand and pointed directly at him. "I see you, slayer of innocents," he declared with newfound strength. "It ends here," he added while assuming a defensive stance.

 

[Matreya]

Objective: B
Location: Outside the Orbital Defense Station
Allies: Primeval | [member="Darth Voracitos"]
Enemies: [member="Corvus Raaf"]
Gear: Terentatek Duster | Wardens Cloak | Beskar'gam | Kallig's Scorching Saber | Tantibus | Bodo Bass Gunbelt filled with all kinds of fun explosives | Damien's Talismans of Concentration (2)

https://youtu.be/PlR_tE69Xc0

With his blade now facing skyward, Damien grinned, shifting his focus onto utilizing Torture by Chagrin, batting against her senses with an onslaught of powerful mental skill. It was his best talent, mentalism, but not his only: reversing the trajectory he brought the blade back the way it came.

Now she had to choose; would she block the blow and let her focus falter enough for him to slip in, or would she block the mental assault but take a slash from his sword? Even if she attempted to jump back, the length of the sword would make it difficult to dodge.

He hoped she would block the blow. Inside her head, he could make her feel the pain of every cell in her body being eviscerated...

 

[Darth Voracitos]

Objective: Swatting at flies (B)
Location: I don't move very often, if you don't know where I am right now, YOU REALLY MUST BE BLIND. (Inside the thing)
Allies: You know what? I don't even care anymore, my ally is my stomach... (Primeval)
Enemies: Would-be Shish-kabobs turned projectile-Mandarinlorian ([member="Ordo"])
Gear: Still the same old crap as before...
(Hover Throne and lightsaber)

Large eyes, made beady by the rotundness of his massive face, visibly widened when the Mandalorian... leapt out of the air over his projectile blade. So surprised by this in fact, that same blade struck home into the bulkhead behind Ordo where he crawled out of.

This scum has the force on his side... Was the Darth's first coherent thought, as the large axe made its arc through the air to the incessant yelling of the Mandalorian. Another man had done something similar to him upon his death, only that other man, as deplorably useless as he was, merely appeared before him with an axe to his head, without making the finishing blow.

Somehow, the Darth got the vibe from this fellow, he had no troubles at all with finishing him off.

With the flick of three or four fingers resting upon his Throne, a wave of the force compressed the air next to Ordo's falling form, and blasted him to the side, probably swatting him out of the air like a fly.

 

[Kenrath]

Objective: A
Location: Citadel
Allies: [member="Hades Michae"]
Enemies: [member="Kha'ro"]
Gear: Standard Robe and red blade saber

Vengeance dropped the choke bring his free hand to join the other on the hilt of his saber. He would trying and use the blade to absorb some of the lightening blast laughing.

"My name you pathetic excuse of a Jedi I will crave on your grave when you are dead." "Go ahead, tire yourself out with futile attempts to postpone your demise." "I have all day." "A sad day it is for the order when a woman fights better than you do."

Vengeance stalked forward towards his opponent a few steps before he smiled using the force he shot forward. His saber lunging out to impale the young jedi. Vengeance would rotate his wrist bring the blade to bare the jedi's left shoulder, rotating again towards the jedi's right shoulder. Vengeance would follow the third saber attack with a push/front kick with his right leg towards the jedi's stomach.

 

[Kha'ro Ottosuki]

Objective: A
Location: At the citadel
Allies: Silver Sanctum.
Enemies: The primeval, [member="Vengeance"] [member="Hades Michae"]
Gear: Blue lightsabers.
Jedi robes.


Kha'ro would grunt in effort as he barely was able to dodge to the side. Unfortunately, part of his jedi robe was cut and he had to quickly remove the clothes. He would be wearing what little jedi wore under there robes. His opponent currently had the upper hand, or at least he thought he did. Kha'ro would be grazed by the saber as he swifly moved in an attempt to dodge. Painful. He would not scream though, just give a muffled grunt. The next saber attack would be stopped just before it hit him using his own lightsaber. The kick would be mostly blocked, though from the impact Kha'ro would take 2 steps back. He would suddenly roll backwards and, by doing so, unintentionally cut the ground. He would attempt to send an awful headache to his opponent using the force, while increasing the intensity of his sabers; he had to be ready to kill if needed.

He seemed to be about even with this sith, although the acolyte probably figured that he was stronger. Kha'ro would still be grinning his confident grin, even if it was faked.

 

[Blackthorne]

Objective: A
Location: Outside the Walls
Allies: [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]
Enemies: [member="Nima Tann"] et Wolf, [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], [member="Valiens Nantaris"]

Perhaps superhuman reflexes would not have saved the Priestess ...were they needed. Battle intuition and clear forethought had positioned Loxa precisely where she need be. An agile step taken just before the swing of her staff placing her only inches out of the wolf's immediate path. The blow to the skull having rendered it momentarily inert in its projected flight, Loxa felt the tickle of guard hairs pass along the skin of her jawline. A tug at her shoulders - the wolf's claws had caught the tail end of her robes, pulling her off her heel.

Loxa twisted, losing the grip on her staff as she felt the fabric of her outer robes tear away - revealing the layering of cloth that made up her wardrobe beneath. Yellow eyes watched the white cloak flail in the wolf's grasp as it landed, the length giving her but a fleeting second to regain her barings and her staff. The long braid of her dark brown hair fell loosely at her back - the zabrak woman, her spiked crown now free of its hood and plain to see - leveled her gaze on the creature while a quick twitch of her wrist saw the stick flying back into her hand.

Baleful saffron eyes narrowed, calculating and considering what possibilities lay ahead of them. Another great entity had entered the grounds, turning its sights upon the Host Lord. Loxa would need to return to her new Liege's side quickly - but how to deal with the wolf without bringing offense to her own values.

Sleep... said the ghastly voice in her mind, and so while remaining mindful of the beast's movements, Loxa began uttering a chant beneath her breath, free hand gently motioning towards the wolf, twisting arcane powers of the dream realm within the Force and coaxing them upon its mind. If the Jedi's familiar would just succumb quickly Loxa could save it from a far more painful fate...

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

Objective...A?
Location: Wherever this fight is.
Enemies: [member="Loxa Visl"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]
Allies: [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
Equipment: One lightsabre (ordinary), one robe (fraying), one goatee (magnificent)
Theme:

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1D5Sa2Yq-2g
Probably

Having stowed away his items from the dead Sith Lord Nantaris rocked on back to the ground based orbital command station and went in search of the minion from before. That one not being available he went looking for someone in charge, finally finding an officer. He seemed to have a weird yellow triangle with green centre hanging over his head. Clearly he was someone to notice.

"So...I killed a Sith Lord!" Nantaris declared. If anyone questioned it he had the woman's stuff. That counted!
"Congratulations, Master Jedi, but there's still more work to do. You must go and engage another Primeval enemy. Ziost's fate depends on it! Oh, before you go, here is your reward."
"Wow, sweet!" Nantaris said. Opening the case he found credits, lots of them. He also found a random vibroknife. "Uhh...can I get something more useful?"
"These are the rewards for this mission," the officer said huffily. Then he went silent and the triangle disappeared.
Nantaris felt more experienced and knowledgeable suddenly.
Shaking his head, he left the base of fools and took a shuttle to the new area.

There at last he beheld the scene. There were three women and a dog fighting. One of them, a purple Twi'lek, was out of the fight. That was mean! Siobhan was beating up someone. That was the usual.
That left a Zabrak woman fighting a wolf. Wandering forward he ignited his green lightsabre.
“Hey, you! Leave the pup alone and fight a real…uhh…person!” The animal rights movement would get him for that. Familiars were people too!

 

[Kurt Meyer]

Objective: B
Location: Cliff Overlooking The Command Post
Allies: Primeval
Enemies: Thessa Kai | Judah Dashiell
Gear: Rifle, Armor, Blaster, Blaster 2, Beskar Knife

The Shot grazed him.

The bullet slid along his armor and broke as Kiran dove to the side to avoid the strike on his armor. The Holographic Matrix that had surrounded him finally broke into a thousand pieces, and his real form was revealed. Kiran let out a loud curse as more blaster bolts impacted against his armor. He felt their bruising bite strike against the plates that covered his armor, letting them push him against the ground.

He rolled, angry red blaster bolts striking into the ground again and again.

"Kark." Kiran said outloud as he managed to scramble behind a tree trunk, saved by scorched armor plates. Another curse escaped his lips as his free hand tore away useless armorplast, revealing the asheran armorweave below. He touched a tender part of his ribs, flinching slightly as pain arched through his body. Another curse, and Kiran pulled a thermal detonator from his waist. "I"ll give you one chance to surrender!"

 

[Cedric Dorn]

Objective: A ; siege on the Sith Citadel.
Location: Outside The Walls
Allies: None
Enemies: @Montana
Gear: Lightsaber

A growl escaped passed Cedric's lips. "Jedi."

The word was practically spat, his tone searing and his anger clear. He wanted to kill this little welp, wanted to break him, but perhaps he could do so much more. The searing red of his lightsaber shifted slightly as Cedric turned to face his foe. The boy was young, or he had the appearance of being young, one could never tell with the force. His face twitched slightly, and bright burning yellow eyes looked down on the boy.

The force began to flow from him, dread and misery pushing towards the boys mind.

"Surrender." The demand went out, not just to the boy, but to everyone around them. "Give in. Do not try to fight what you cannot win against."

The force began to crackle in Cedric's off hand, sparks of lightning and power, rolling waves of strength as he prepared to strike.

 

[Kana Truden]

Objective: A
Location: Outside the walls.
Allies: None.
Enemies: [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Connor Harrison"]
Gear:

• Lightsaber (Blue)
• Lumen Mk. I (Concealed)

Kana blocked attack after attack and even though her footing had started out out of balance she steadily regained it. Block for block the former-Jedi found herself backing off at the slight disadvantage. For all Kana’s own strength was worth she had to applaud the other woman, she knew how to deliver some good blows. Keira set loose another burst of energy in the hopes of tripping Kana and while the part about tripping backwards certainly stood true, the falling over part did not.

The former healer stumbled on backwards as she tried to regain her balance. Her chest rose and sunk in rhythm as in the distance she felt a distance grow closer. Her eyes shot out in it’s direction and with it they set themselves on the approaching form of none other than Connor.

“Oh, you called for backup?” A chuckle emanated between the two women. “Okay.”

The man approached them asking where ‘she’ was. Had Kana known who ‘she’ was she wouldn’t have answered, but considering the circumstances she was fairly certain Keira had told her friend about their little scrap.

“Hello, Connor.” Kana stared him down until she realised she was still in her disguise. “Oh, right, my bad.”

With a swift hand movement she reached up for her face. She just had to find the right spot as her fingers dotted themselves along the edge of her jawline to find it. It wasn’t hard to do it, no necessarily, but with the on-going battle and the unpredictability of any opponent it was hard to tell if she would be granted this one moment of stillness. As she found the small item she pinched the tiny item between her index finger and thumb to rip it away.

With a flicker the illusion slowly faded away to reveal the true appearance of it’s user. The red hair faded to a ash blonde nuance, the brown eyes back to her dulled out grays. The jawline changed ever so slightly into something just a tad bit more convex as her cheeks got lowered. Eyebrows turned less bushy and the forehead less bloated. Piece for piece she was turning back to herself as she fought the pain of the changes.

Eventually it subsided and she was allowed to appear far less stone-faced than she did during the transformation.

Her eyes set on Connor, again.

“When was the last time anyway?” She snapped her fingers in contemplation until she eventually snapped to point at Master Harrison. “The wedding.”

“Well, sorry for this.” Kana spoke and shrugged. “Girl's gotta do what she's gotta do.”

With no further ado she set off in a sprint for the man. Saber raised for the head she went past him in a sweep for his stomach. Turning around she kept her eyes on both Keira and Connor. This was just about as exciting as she wanted it to get. Jedi reunions and basic lightsaber tricks. All in all, a pretty good build up for a fight that everyone could enjoy.

Well, everyone except whoever took the worst beating. That ‘whoever’ being one of the other two, of course.

 

[Montana]

Objective: A
Location: Beyond the Walls
Allies: The Silver
Enemies: [member="Cedric Dorn"]

Gear: Lightsaber

Montana smiled again. His face relaxed as his resolve strengthened, although anxiety lingered in the depths. The power of the dark side would’ve loved to bring it out, but Montana would sooner die than surrender to it’s power, or the strength of his opponent.

“Your arrogance has convinced you this battle is won. It’s not.” His grip tightened around his lightsaber. “And that will be your undoing,”

Inhaling deep, filling his lungs with the frigid Ziost air Montana cleared his mind and focused on his opponent with one last sincere sentence. “unless you choose a different path.” He let all of his compassion come out with this uttering.

Pacifism was a belief that many Jedi had to work against, briefly. Compassion was not. It was always present in everything Montana did.