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

[Darth Kentarch]

Objective: A
Location: Outside.
Allies: The Primeval
Enemies: Silver Sanctum Coalition
Music


The Black Mercury Slid through space unnoticed, a Phasma-class Infiltrator ironically designed by a now Jedi master, it was the best way for the Sith assassin to get around unnoticed. The great Sith Citadel of Ziost came into view across the horizon as the ship closed on its destination. Once this place stood as the heart of ancient Sith Empire, the darkside was still strong here. Darth Kentarch could feel the force radiate from the planet, he could feed on that in the battle to come. Ziost for the time had been occupied by the 'Silver Sanctum' or rather the Silver Jedi, a sect of Jedi who dedicated themselves to hunting down the Dark Side. While their galactic Republic cousins were much more numerous, Kentarch has always felt Silver Jedi were more threat to all Sith. Likewise their occupation of Ziost was reminder of failure to the Sith: an ancient Sith throne world should not be in the hands of Jedi warriors who specialized in hunting down users of the darkside, ever. When the Primeval decided to invade Ziost, Kentarch decided he would join the battle to liberate the planet from Jedi hands.


The infiltrator choose a nice concealing spot near a snow bank. The ship set down, and quickly the Sith was out of the ship with his lightsaber in hand. Calling upon the force he concealed himself by completely vanishing, invisible to the naked eye. The Sith Lord's gaze fixed on the citadel before him. Setting a strong pace Kentarch jogged off towards the wall. First things first, find a way in. Then cut every unsuspecting Jedi one by one.

 

[Condor]

Objective: B
Location: Orbital Defense Station, mess hall
Allies: Primeval
Enemies: [member="Karen Roberts"]
Gear: Condor's Wings Pistols Blaster Rifle, echani graphite pike,
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Condor stood in the mess hall, surveying the area with a watchful eye. There had been very little resistance in taking the Orbital Defense Station, at least so far. He and his squad of three men were regrouping here before camping out in case any hostiles arrived.. He'd chosen the mess hall because of its arcing, white design and open space, with balconies about thirty feet up. It was probably the best bet he had for a decent environment when it came to combat. He could take full advantage of his jetpack and wings, as well as having a range advantage over any Jedi who arrived. The corridors to and from the mess hall were long, straight, and narrow, allowing the group to see anyone coming from about twenty feet away. Being in the center of the station, it wouldn't be long before anyone arrived, so Condor posted two men to each hallway, two for the exit and himself and another at the entrance. He was the only one who he could trust to take on any Jedi coming through.

He had come prepared, of course. He had a special Echani graphite pike, designed to allow him a couple seconds against a melee Jedi. It could block a few lightsaber hits, but not very many, if Condor even lasted that long. He had basic melee combat training and could block a few hits, but nothing more than a few seconds. He had two pistols and a rifle for the long range combat. His goal, of course, would be to stay out of range of the Jedi, instead relying upon his aerial expertise to survive. He had been paid half up front, half upon completion, and it was a hefty enough sum for him to want to stick around. Of course, being a mercenary, he could always be bribed. The Primeval paid him well enough to stick around, but his allegiance was still with the highest bidder. Luckily for the Primeval, Jedi didn't tend to be carrying around a lot of credits.

He shifted his rifle into a ready position, taking aim down the corridor and listening, waiting for the footsteps of an approaching Jedi. He could keep track of all of the Primeval members on a pad, so he didn't run the risk of shooting a friendly that just wanted to stop in for some food. Shoot first, identify the remains later; that was his goal.

 

[Chastity Lunelle]

Objective: A
Location: Ground floor the Citadel
Allies: [member="Connor Harrison"], Silver Sanctum Coalition
Enemies: [member="Kuryr"] (claimed), Primeval
Gear:
Chastity’s custom armor
Lightsaber
HK-45 Heavy Blaster Pistol

Once inside the Citadel, Chastity raised her gaze to the mezzanine. She needed to get the Rangers up there safely so that their troops had a more easily defensible position. The Padawan stood with her back to the soldiers, waving her hand as she urged them to "Go go go go." The Rangers began to hurry to the Citadel's turbolifts, and she felt a wave of relief as her squad all made it inside. She was just about to join them when blaster fire rang out throughout the ground floor. The enemy seemingly came out of nowhere, spilling into the fortress like demons from the Netherworld. A Ranger slumped to the ground, his head lolling to the side, the first casualty that Chastity ever witnessed. A terrified scream came. Her courage fled like a fugitive as panic flooded through her body. As blaster fire criss-crossed behind him from enemies and allies alike, a long shadow fell over Chastity's face. A towering figure stepped forward, a tall humanoid wearing thick armor over his body, with a helm hiding his face. Was that Mandalorian beskar? Chastity wasn't sure.

The Rangers in the turbolift called to the Padawan as the doors hissed closed, but Chastity's feet refused to move. The Padawan was paralyzed with fear at the sight of the creature. Come on, Chast. Get it together. Are you a Jedi warrior or not? She grabbed her lightsaber hilt, thumbed the activation switch, and just like she had been taught during her hours of training velocities, took the Jedi Ready position. The words tumbled out of her mouth. They sounded unlike anything she would ever say, but they were hers alright.

"You will not kill any of these men."

Her silver eyes edged with a sudden determination, Chastity held her blue blade steady, but her voice betrayed her with a a slight waver.

"I do not wish to fight you, but I will if I have to."

 

[Connor Harrison]

Objective: A
Location: Outside the Citadel walls
Allies: [member="Chastity Lunelle"] (Padawan) | Silver Sanctum & allies
Enemies: [member="Keira Ticon"] (claimed)
Unique Gear: Combat Armour | Lightsaber

A scream echoed out in the Citadel behind him - shots fired! How could he have left her? His heart raced, and a swell of fear and pain rose in the Master. Another Padawan in mortal danger, and not just any Padawan anymore. Where was the Master? Trading empty words with the very product of the reason Chastity was now in danger. Keira's words bounced off Connor as he turned again to face her. He lowered his head against the gentle but cold wind and reached for his faithful hilt as he walked towards her with purpose.

”I am damaged and that makes me something beyond saving now.”

He pulled the hilt violently outwards in one swift motion and activated his piercing blue blade with a snap-hiss, casting an eerie glow on the white snow around him. Boots crunched forward.

”You walk whatever path you want, I'm beyond caring.”

With a flick of the wrist, the blue blade was pointing outwards, directly at the Dark Jedi. Connor was now yards from her, a hint of danger in those blue eyes.

”I will fight, and will not stop until your miserable flame is extinguished underneath my boot.”

He grimaced and threw up his left hand, balled into a fist, to summon a sharp burst of Force energy to knock, dislodge and unbalance her as best he could with the ground she stood on.

 

[Jsc]

Obj: B
Location: Gunships circling over the ODCC
Allies: n/a
Vs: [member="Condor"] p2

The Gunship flight came in hot and firing. Visible targets were engaged and Rangers were offloaded onto the rooftops. The airspace would be returned to Silver control by circling birds of prey. Roberts had other ideas however. She noticed a window that needed destroying.

"Pilot. Strafe me some sexy windows. There! Let's give our boys a door."

Outside the Mess Hall window, billowing from the second story, a Gunship descended and began firing into the building. Their building. Windows exploded like grenades. Splash. And with red and green laser fireworks to accompany them. During the shock & awe, a Jedi Master and twelve Rangers smashed through the remaining glass and onto the balcony. With a blast of the Force she knocked away the railing, the glass shards, and threw back two of Condor's men. They fell down from the balcony and to the ground with a loud thud. Alive, but irking it.

"Spread and clear!"

It was time to break stuff. Too bad it was a Silver base. She kind liked those windows. Robert's leveled her disruptor, watched as the gunship did it's thing from outside, and went to work. Alas, she did not see Condor.

 

[Setzi Lunelle]

Objective: A
Location: Inside the Citadel
Allies: SJO
Enemies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]
Gear: Vanguard Class Armor
LZR MK II Pistol with stun attachment
Lightsaber

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As quickly as she had been ushered to Ruusan for her first battle with the One Sith, Setzi Lunelle had also been called upon to fight a strange, new threat on Ziost. Prior to this call to arms, the padawan had been hopping back and forth from Lianna to Rudrig, attempting to establish a headquarters for the Silver Jedi AgriCorp Branch, when she was ordered back to Voss. And there in the majestic Voss Temple, in a room full of Silver Jedi and war-scarred warriors, some Mandalorians among them who had seen first-hand the underhanded and savage tactics that the Primeval used on Wayland, their assignment was given. Defend the Citadel on Ziost.

In a way, she understood the Primeval's desire to reclaim this ancient Citadel which had been a once-glorious Sith Temple. What she could not understood was the blood-thirsty, crusading tactics that these dark warriors would use to seize the Citadel. They had essentially uttered a battle-cry, slammed the door shut on diplomacy and had marched right onto Ziost with the zeal of fanatics. Lead by an Umbaran "Host Lord" Empress who appeared to be nothing more than a power-hungry dictator.

But Wayland had already fallen to the Primeval. Setzi knew they had a long road ahead. She had been to Ziost once before and found the planet cold and oppressive, residue of Sith magic hanging in the frozen air like a dark shroud. The freezing temperatures didn't normally bother the brunette padawan as she had trained on snowy Arkania in the cold Jedi Academy. But the citadel was a gloomy, unheated, architectural monstrosity, and despite her Levantine Sanctum Vanguard Class Armor, her fingers in gloves already felt frost-bitten.

Setzi's sister was somewhere in the citadel, fighting alongside Jedi Master, Connor Harrison. There had been no time for a family reunion, but Setzi had heard rumors that Chastity's training was going well, and that her sister was turning into a formidable Jedi. As for the older Lunelle sister? Her Telekinesis had gotten better, and she was a natural at Telepathy. But had she really advanced in combat, since her battle with Darth Pyrrhus on Ruusan? And although her encounter with him on Selvaris had been an education of a more physical kind, and he had promised her he would investigate a mystery that had plagued her for quite a few weeks, if she met him today on Ziost, face-to-face, standing on the frozen ground - would she defeat him this time?

She could feel them all around, in the nearby cliffs. The darkside was pressing in. She couldn't help again wondering: was Darth Pyrrhus among them? This thought gave her a fluttering, nervous feeling in her stomach, and she couldn't pinpoint whether it was apprehension, yet couldn't deny that it was desire. Just to see him again, to just catch a glimpse of his red-skin, the striped montrals and piercing purple eyes.

Stop dwelling on this like a love-sick teenager, she chided herself. Breathing deeply, she forced those thoughts out, convinced herself that Tanek was nowhere near and strode towards the entrance hall so she may join the battle which began to mount around the Citadel walls.

Setzi would fight as a Jedi once more.

 

[Kenrath]

Objective: A
Location: In orbit above Ziost
Allies: Primeval and allies
Enemies: SSC and allies
Gear: Standard dark robes and Red Blade saber.


Vengeance as he always was sat in the back of one of the drop ships. Another world to conquer only this time it was not the OS who were the conquerors. Instead it was a group of like minded souls. Vengeance like many of his other Sith just refused to give up a chance at a little bit of slaughter. After all it was in his nature and he had been doing it alt lately.


As the pilot announced their descent through the planets atmosphere Vengeance wondered who is victim would be today. Part of him hoped he would run into that same Jedi form Ord Mirit. After all they had unfinished business and this time there he was the invading force and could chase her to the ends of the Galaxy if she took the cowards path and ran.

Vengeance shook his head clearing the thought from his mind. No matter who he fought this day he would focus on that fight and that fight only.

 

[Nagate Hei]

Objective: Defend the Citadel (A)
Location: Citadel Parapets
Allies: [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] @SSC Allies
Enemies: [member="Darth Vornskr"] and his horde
Gear: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/54734-nagates-lightsaber/#entry821018
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/45058-sasori-armored-robes/


Nagate stood in the gathering of troops along the walls of the Citadel as the Primeval Horde cowered in their holes below, taking pot shots at the Coalition forces. Master Heavenshield was nearby directing the units, Nagate needed his orders. He moved over to Master Thurion in order to speak with him on his potential task.

"Master Heavenshield, where would you have me?"

Dressed in a set of pure black Sasori Armored Robes(Minus the Helmet/Hood) he felt nervous, but ready for the battle. He believed the Force would guide him through to the end.

 

[Noah Corek]

Objective: B
Location: Orbital Defense Station, Armory
Allies: Silver Sanctum Coalition
Enemies: [member="Nyx"] (claimed)
Gear: Custom Armor, Cloak, Custom Rifle, Custom Dual Pistols, Bodo Baas Gunbelt, Custom Sword, Custom Blade and Custom Knives

Noah sighed as he finished loading the last magazine for his rifle and pistols into his gunbelt and some into some spare pockets in his cloak. Sling his rifle over his back by the sling and slipping the pistols into the shoulder holsters he had for his gunbelt/bandooler. Though the question of the hour was why was Noah Corek, a known member of the Omega Pyre and a pretty good advocate of semi-anti-Jedi sentiments here on a Silver Jedi world helping them out?

Well Noah is a merc so that answer was simple they had contacted him and told him the would reward him pretty handsomely for his services in Protecting Ziost from the Primeval since this was most likely their next stop. And of course like most of the time, though Noah hated to admit it, they were right.

Well so here he was fighting off an invasion of a planet he hated, mostly due to its ties to the Sith, for a good chunk of credits, and some nice tech as well.

 

[Thessa Kai]

Objective: B
Location: Inside the Command Center.
Allies: Sanctum 5ever [member="Judah Dashiell"] (husband to join maybe later???)
Enemies: PE but not Physical Education ([member="Kiran Vess"] - I think you might be here in that pink, bby)

Aqua-lips pursed as she looked at the readouts on the screens. The Galan didn't know much about this invading force other than: they were bad, there was a feth-ton of darksiders, and it wasn't looking good.

Probably needed to eat more vegetables, too.

Makai was with a sitter. Thee didn't know where her husband was but if he showed-up, she'd be scared as feth but also grateful as feth. Bolters and blasters were strapped to her hips. She was itching to get off the ground but for now, she held her position within the command center.

 

[Hailyn]

Objective: B (Suicide)
Location: Approaching the Command Center, on foot
Allies: Death
Enemies: Time | [member="Valiens Nantaris"]
Gear: Lightsabers, Singlet, Arm, Eyes, Sith Robes
Theme: Let It All Out

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Alone, lost, cold, and diseased. Atrophia walked the frozen sands of Ziost with no attention set on the approaching curb, the end that was rapidly coming to greet her. Her small feet hardly left indentations in the snow that built up around her as she trudged on, her body having become more and more emaciated due to starvation and disease. There were things she hadn't told the woman she had held on Ord Mirit some weeks ago, things that would have kept that wall up in the Jedi's mind. But today was a different day, and sadly her enemy would not be the person she wanted to see, the person who should have ran her through with her lightsaber when she had the chance, to end the agony that the Sith Lord had continuously felt through every moment that her pained heart beat. A hoarse cough, hardly a deep one, cut through the silence and ground at the back of her throat, her right hand reaching up instinctively to cover her blushing lips, speckles of red littering the back of her hand much to her disgust. Wiping her hand at her side, dressed only for a battle that she needn't win, the Sith Lord pressed on and resisted the urge to stop, to sit, and to succumb to the doom that awaited her. She wouldn't let fate have its way, wouldn't let the galaxy, the force, or any of these damning entities take her before she was prepared to give in, not unless her end was on her own terms. Already she had surpassed the natural expiration date of her body through sheer willpower and the dark side of the force, alchemy being the only thing that held back the collapse of her body piece by piece, organ at a time.

In this war, it was time and the fate of death that were her greatest enemy, but still she sought out a fight to put those two to shame, to give the galaxy the greatest proverbial middle finger and reject their cruel and damning fate. She would be her own master, control and guide her own fate, not succumb like a weak cur to the hounding, cold, grasp of death. Looking ahead, Silara caught sight of the command center that she would be assaulted with every ounce of her full strength, unrestrained. There wouldn't be mercy, not for her enemies nor for herself. Today would be the amalgam of all of her plots, all of her plans, a means to an end and the end of it all. There was no fear of death dwelling in her failing heart, only the rage that she could not have decided on the time. A robotic limb raised, the howling of the wind swirling around her as it whipped her hair to and fro, and with the opening of her balled fist a dark cloud descended over the land. In truth she could not permanently sustain the power she was mustering in her physically taxed state, but she was beyond caring, beyond cautious, as she saw the curb already just within her grasp. There was no need to refrain from pushing out every ounce of her stamina into this battle, to give it her all, to expend every last breath, for come tomorrow there would be no heaves, no sobs, no retching nor breathing. It was the last day, and it would be in this fight that she would make it count. A final stand against the hand that pulled her along like an abusive mother to the proverbial creek, to deny 'her' the push into the ravine. There were only a handful of people she would regret not telling of this, and they meant the world to her. But the end was inevitable, as was the sadness that would follow - so she chose anonymity, an abandonment of her everything, name, family, life and friends, to seek an end that would justify the end that took to get her there.

 

[Nyx]

Objective: B
Location: Orbital Defense Station
Allies: The Primeval
Enemies: [member="Noah Corek"] (claimed)
Gear: Revolvers | Moneymaker | Lightsaber

Infiltrating the Orbital Defense Station was easy enough. Pilots were willing to do just about anything when they had a revolver pressed against their head.​

Nyx's face was fixed in her usual arrogant smirk as she walked onto the station, twirling her revolvers in her hands. The mercenary had been hired through her connections in the Hutt Cartel, a close ally of the Primeval. Her job was to make sure that the figurative Primeval flag flew over Ziost, and when Nyx was paid to do something, she damn well did it.​

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She strode through the station, her eyes scanning for enemies. She stared at one of the signs hung around the station, but gave up and and shrugged. Probably didn't mean anything important, anyway.​

Nyx took a moment to take a deep breath of the station's air. Today, Ziost was about to get rocked by the Merc With A Mouth.​

 

[Condor]

Objective: B
Location: ODCC Mess Hall
Enemies: [member="Karen Roberts"] and friends
Allies: 3 mercenary doods
Post 2
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Condor looked back at the Mess Hall just in time to see a gunship blasting the transparisteel windows into oblivion. That was annoying. Those were the only things protecting the Mess Hall from the cold outside. He could already feel the temperature dropping as the icy wind howled through the open window. At least the gunship's firing kept the temperature reasonable. Luckily, the Jedi had foresight, and there seemed to be a safety mechanism built into the mess hall. A hissing sound escaped from the walls as a barrier slid over the now-broken window, cutting off the gunship. Unfortunately, it was too slow to keep the Jedi from jumping in and throwing a couple of his men over a balcony. He could hear their ribs crack from here, but they seemed to be alive and conscious, more angry than anything. Some peacekeepers these Jedi were.. The gunship outside was trying to blast its way through, the thump-thump of laser blasts hitting the station acted like the ticking of an ominous clock, counting down the time until the ship would blast through and all hell would break loose.

As soon as the Jedi had broken through, Condor had brought his rifle to bear, lining up the sights and firing a stream of lasers at the leader, hoping to catch her off guard. His men below engaged the others, and soon bolts were lancing across the once peaceful mess hall. They were outnumbered and outgunned, but that didn't stop them. It was showtime.

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

Objective: B - The Non-Orbital Orbital Station
Enemy: [member="Darth Atrophia"]
Allies: Presumably the Coalition of the Willing, the great, magnificent and wonderful [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] (help me pls) <_<

Unlike his opponent, Nantaris did not have a theme. If he did, it would probably be a music video involving dancing Twi’leks, bagpipes and explosions. It would be a pretty epic theme.

Nor did Nantaris have fancy equipment which required quests to obtain materials. He had not had to recite the Jedi Code backwards whilst standing on one leg in order to obtain his lightsabre, and his robe was so tattered and old that even a hobo would have cast it off. He was wearing some armour, but it was so standard it was as canon as stormtrooper armour, and probably as effective.

He was however a bit confused about matters. He’d hated Ziost from the moment he’d landed there. It felt…sucked dry…like an apple left in the sun to shrivel. Or more likely, the ambient Dark Side power hung over the place like a fog.
But that wasn’t why he was confused. No, he was confused that they were being attacked.
“What do you mean the enemy is landing?!”
“The Primeval is landing and attacking two locations.”
“Well…scramble the fleet. Get Stahlmann to block them!”
“I’m sorry, sir, we can’t do that,” the nameless NPC said.
“Why not?!”
“The battle must be resolved by duels, sir.”
“Well…well get out there with your men and defend!”
“I’m sorry, I can’t do that. Is there anything else you need?”
There was no reply, as Nantaris had walked away. At times like this the Sith had it easy, they could behead people like this without compunction.

However, he saw someone to take his frustration out on. A random person was walking over the desert. They were clearly of the ‘black hood and cowl’ brigade which seemed to make up the Primeval. So, annoyed that the carefully planned defences had been reduced to background noise, and for some reason unable to call for backup from his friends, he headed over.
“Go away…you…you monster worshipping loon!” he shouted at his opponent. It was probably one of the worst insults ever, but anything to draw aggro….

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Objective: B, Destroy [member="Sage Bane"] both
Location: Somewhere in the Orbital Defense Station
Allies: Silver Jedi
Enemies: Sage Bane.
Gear:
Plasticene thermite gel (2 bricks)
Sonic Servodriver
Ion blaster Pistol
Blaster Pistol
Lightsaber

Damian just wanted to find [member="Kana Truden"]. His master was here, he knew it and could sense her. The force led him here, through their bond and yet… “Invasion,” Damian said. He bit his lower lip and thought back on the situation. He had infiltrated the Orbital Defense Station with hope of finding records Kana in the recordings of ship traveling through the sector and now there was an invasion.

With a frown he gripped his small ion blaster at his side tightly and closed his eyes. He needed to get out, leave. This wasn’t his war, and yet… he could help people here and now.

Biting his lower lip he considered the implications and concentrated on the force. Just like Kana taught him letting his sphere of responsibility extend to detect those things around him.

That is when he sensed it, a dark and cold presence coming towards him, rapidly advancing with the carnage. Damian had done nothing to hide himself in the force, and now he was a beacon for some new monster. He shivered thinking about [member="Darth Vornskr"] and his encounter with that man.

There was a small air vent in the corner and Damian calmly walked up to it and used his trusty sonic servodriver to open it putting a small handful of his explosive gel into it before calmly walking back to his original position and taking out his lightsaber.
Now he stood prepared with pistol and saber in hand prepared to take whatever was coming at him… He blew up Kaine he could take on another Sith Lord.

 

[Jsc]

Obj: B
Location: Mess Hall, 2nd Story, ODCC
Allies: 12 Silver Rangers
Vs: [member="Condor"] p3 / 3 Merc Doods

Roberts had blown away her cover and the railing. When the Primal's Commander sighted her from the across the balcony she had zero chance. The first two bolts sparked center mass whilst the later two glanced off her left shoulder. Showering her form in golden white sparks, she spun wild, and was thrown from the balcony. As her smoking form slammed into the plastic table below a subtle eye would discern an invisible break to her fall. The table would shatter into pieces. However, as Condor's eyes would fall downwards to discern his quarries fate, two bolts from a Ranger would pull his eyes elsewhere. The wall behind him splitting open with the concussion from the blast. He had other problems.

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Roberts rolled over on to her back and marked the man who had shot her four times. He was going to pay for that. She did an internal scan of her body with the Force. Armor had soaked it. Burned the weaving, but she was good. Her stomach felt like she had just done a hundred crunches though. Ugh. She reached down and grabbed a stim from her thigh. This would help. Not here though. Playing dead only got you so far. Got to move.

Roberts turned over again and made a break for the kitchen counter. Abs still charred and smoking. She leaped over the bar and took cover. Hidden from the balcony at a weird angle. She drove the stim into her arm and let the pain fade away. The Force did the rest. ...Yeah. Second wind. Okay. Breath in. Breath out.

She poked her head out to see how her men were doing. Scratching off a piece of carbon scoring from her shoulder plates. Damn. Surly the Rangers had fared better than she.

 

[Isabella Denko]

Objective: A
Location: Outside.
Allies: The Primeval
Enemies: Silver Sanctum Coalition ([member="Arrbi Betna"])
Weapons: Blaster

Isabella had never been in a battle before. Well, ok that wasn't exactly true in school Izzy had been in debate club but nothing with guns ever. There was that one time when she got in a fight with this guy whom was trying to copy off her test beyond that the young woman tended to stay away from such things. It was just how she had handled her life even though she was Force Sensitive and her parents were warriors. She wanted something else so she stayed and went to class instead pushing training to the side.

It changed though after graduating and finding she couldn't just go back home. Her family had been too weak to hold on to what they had and now where she had hoped to start out was gone. Instead of crawling into a hole the young woman found herself to only be more determined and set off on her very own to make her way in the galaxy. That was what brought her here in this drop ship to this planet. She had found the Primeval and they were offering her everything she wanted and more. Isabella was here to assist those whom had given her a home and prove she was worthy. She didn't know many spells but she would give it her all and if the Force failed her she always had a blaster.

As the drop ship landed she clamored out along with the rest of the witches that had rode along with her towards the temple. She knew it wouldn't be long before she came face to face with a Jedi. Izzy had never been to a temple but she heard from her parents that it was like school for force users. Perhaps she would come across a student or if she was even luckier Izzy could sneak through the shadows to raid the library.

 

[Kuryr]

Objective: A
Location: the Citadel
Allies: Someone I suppose
Enemies: [member="Chastity Lunelle"] (claimed and soon to be collared)
Gear: Whip Sword Pistol Armor

Her words made him smile under his helmet, she sounded so brave, but he could feel the fear coursing through her even as she stood there defiantly. " Any more." He swaid as he closed the distance slowly, she may have been scared, but she still carried a lightsaber, many a warrior had died due to overconfidence. He pointed his sword at the dying man on the floor near her, " I have already killed one of these men. If you put down your weapon and surrender now, I will not kill any more of them." His voice was filtered through the helmets speakers, but it was deep and held a single tone. He projected a calmness that he hoped would unsettle her even further.

He knew the answer that she would give, for some reason it was always the same with these silly jedi types, defenders of truth and justice. Moving close enough for s point blank shot, while remaining far enough away to react to any attack she made was going to be the key to the fight. She was smaller and leaner, which translated into faster, given his size and the heavier armor he wore. His sword crackled with electricity as he spun it slowly at his side. " I will give you 5 seconds to be rational and surrender. Once those five seconds are up you are fair game. Perhaps I'll keep you alive and claim you as a slave. I could give you a pretty collar to wear, let you serve drinks at my club on Balosar."

He was hoping that his words would push her to irrational actions, something he could capitalize on. The more he thought of it, the better the idea of selling her off as a slave sounded. Human slaves did sell well, and she was pretty in armor, he bet she could sell for a small fortune if she put the effort into dressing the part. Plans began to formulate in his head and he pushed them aside as fast as they came. She was still wielding a lightsaber and that was the only thing he needed to focus on at the moment

 

[Judah Dashiell]

Objective : B - Space Madness
Location : Somewhere around or nearing the Orbital Station
Allies : Silver Sanctum, Wifey ( [member="Thessa Kai"])
Enemies : TBD, Primeval
Gear : XJ - Wing, Incomm Corp



Judah adjusted the flimsi tucked in behind the edge of a readout screen. It was a semi-recent image of his wife and son, not that Judah needed a reminder of why he took to the skies today. Makai was safely tucked away on Ceto with his mother. Thessa was naturally floating around these parts. It was probably a good thing they hadn't met up yet, his combat flying skills were a mite rusty. Unlike Thessa, he didn't often head to the simulator.


Lets face it, he had joined the Republic long ago partly to give him an instant cool factor with the ladies. He had snagged his lady and cool flying skills took a backseat.


Using the callname Shaggy now, Judah experimentally flew around, trying some techniques out. A keen eye remained on the readouts......

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective A: Defend Helm's De ... I mean defend the Citadel!
Location: Inside the Citadel
Allies: All those fighting the monsters at the gates
Enemies: [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] [member="Mishk"]
Gear: Gear: Robes Lightsaber Back-up Lightsaber

Taeli calmly waited within the Citadel, even as the Primeval forces broke against it like water on rock. There would be Sith among their number, she could already feel one rather repulsive creature that she had the misfortune of at least witnessing during her time as a Sith Lady. Stretching, she would be patient while she waited for the inevitable encounter. The Force was alive and strong today, fates intertwining and changing. She could feel emotional turmoil from [member="Connor Harrison"], but that swiftly was replaced by a battle readiness.

She could feel her sister [member="Corvus Raaf"] at the other location that was under attack, calm and collected. Like a body of water that was completely still. Other Jedi and Silver Sanctum allies were going to begin to engage enemies, fighting battles that many of them quite frankly had not fought before. War was far different an experience than an individual duel against an opponent, even if that was what was mostly going to take place here. Closing her eyes, she would keep track of the two she cared for the most here, even if Connor was . . . well . . . she had a gut-wrenching feeling he had emotional stuff going on right now. His apprentice was here after all. Unlike many present, she actually had a life before becoming a Force user so the emotions she could feel were . . . not hard for her to decipher.

It hurt inside, but . . . she had learned patience and would remain so. Maybe the Hutt would provide her with a distinct distraction to avoid brooding since sitting down to work on a project or read was out of the question given the state of things.