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Silence... it was as foreboding as it was welcomed, the lingering apparitions still plaguing his mind with their cringing question. Yet, despite his fear of them and their lingering presence, he knew them to not be real. Still, it didnt make his nerves settle any bit easier. Clinching his blade, his ears twitched as he tried to drown out the hauntings and focus upon his hidden opponent as his gaze shifted about. He hated waiting, but with the enemy he faced, it was likely the smartest. Huffing, he remembered why he hated Mystics and their beloved Force. Too many mind games and damn near impossible to defend against.

 

No longer than that thought crossed his mind, did the Sith before him only prove his point as the most disappeared along with the dead as a wailing cry pierce his mind. His vision doubled as his ears fell to protect themselves beneath the mask he adorned, the Marshal's gaunleted hands reaching upward to protect his hearing out of natural instinct just as her volley of attacks began. For most, the cry was damaging enough, and for Mythos, it nearly incapacitating as it threatened to nearly tear his mind from his skull even with his many years dealing with sonic weapons. But despite this, maybe out of sheer luck or natural instinct of years being stuck in tough spots, Mythos was still capable of react swiftly enough through the garbled thoughts and piercing pain to block some her attacks. He could only describe the moment as being a boxer on the verge of being knocked out, yet his body taking the years of training to still dodge a few of the persistent blows.

 

For those that missed, it was only noticable by the sparkling scraps of metal against metal. For others, it was sheer luck that leather kept the blade from slicing flesh. But a few did manage to graze and even pierce his fur and flesh, sending his mind deeper into confusion and strife as the unbalanced gravity of deafness began to wane upon his conscious. Emotions were useless at this moment in time as he struggled to simply evade, let alone a plan of action being able to formulated within his mind. And in that very instance, Mythos managed to bring forth a singular thought to his mind. It was that of his end, in this very moment, an opponent of higher caliber besting him as his mind began to succumb to that final thought. 

 

Yet, Mythos refused to go down quietly, a part of him refusing to give up this fight. The Marshal within him knew that this was very likely his end, his heart knowing it to be almost utter truth. Yet the Hunter within found its self to be backed into a corner and ready for that last moment of voraciously in battle. Instinct would be his greatest weapon in the seconds that followed as he reached out with his free hand, her words fell upon his deaf ears, and grasped at her as he slung his shoulder into her blade, gripping at her her form and attempting to draw it closely to his as his bladed hand assumingly reached to quench the blades thirst where her breastplate and greaves met. It was in that moment that his final act was to take her with him into the afterlife should he perish this day. "If I go, so shall you."

 

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((Bruce Slaughter))

 

"Pedal to the metal, boys! Stop for nothing!" The commander of Geist Squadron cried over the din of laser blasts and missiles, slightly delirious from having his need for speed fulfilled. Having served for years in reconaissance without having the tension of infiltration break, the adrenaline rush of plunging into the confusion of a furball and being pursued by dozens of enemy fighters left him in a state of almost drunken intoxication even as the A-Wings were blasted away by the full might of Black Sun's starfighter cadre. After they blew through the initial screen of XJX-Wings, they returned fire to the rear with their gimballed laser cannons, but their goal was to disrupt the opposing snubfighter screen and to swarm over the Silent Spring and Red Hussar.

 

Few of the A-Wings made it to their targets, however. That was enough. Given even a few seconds without molestation by enemy fighters and the irksome jamming arrays carried by the ARC-170s, the Galactic Alliance K-Wings launched salvoes of concussion missiles into the confusion, pounding at the Black Sun corvettes and the disarrayed fighters. The Audacity and Surprise moved to intercept the Rhoads and Canto Bight Fiasco. The swift DP20 Gunships nearly cut off the larger Nebulon-B, but a triad of warheads made it through the antimissile fire of the Surprise and severed its tubular hull from her engines. As though both sides were unaware of the amputation, the turbolasers on the hull fired a few isolated blasts into the Canto Bight Fiasco before finally going dark and her engines rocketed away in an unpredictable spin before going critical and exploding into a miniature nova.

 

Little remained of the Surprise after the explosion.

 

Audacity faired significantly better, in terms that it managed to survive for a few more seconds than her sister ship. Similarly stricken by warheads on its attack run, half of the ship went dark and was left without shields or weapons. In a desperate attempt to remain alive for a few seconds longer, the DP20 Gunship nestled up against Canto Bight Fiasco and exposed her crippled flank to the connecting spar of the Nebulon-B Frigate. The Audacity might inflict almost no damage to the larger frigate, but she was in little danger from the enemy ship’s turbolasers.

 

On the bridge of the Steadfast, Slaughter watched with dismay as the next barrage of turbolaser fire withered away his flagship’s bow shields, then finally penetrated and hammered against her armor. Most of the emerald fire peeled away at armor plating or blasted unoccupied compartments into space, but a lucky hit found its mark at her number one turbolaser battery--the same location that had only recently been patched over after Coruscant--and blew apart its magazine, tearing the turrets from their mountings from within and venting huge quantities of ammunition into space. For a horrifying second, nearly a third of the MC90 Cruiser and the Incisor were illuminated by red-orange fire when a late-arriving turbolaser blast flash-ignited the entire cloud of tibanna.

 

“Vent decks four and five, seal all bulkheads between--” While the XO called out the orders to seal the internal compartments that supplied ammunition to a quarter of the ship, Slaughter glared into his tactical overlay and picked out the icon of the Rhoads.

 

Kalidor, on our starboard. Energize tractors and grab that ship.”

 

Sublights blazing in blue-white flame as the entire squadron made a mad dash for Dark Sun Station, the Majestic-class Heavy Cruiser on the flagship’s flank pummeled the hammerhead corvette with a barrage of turbolaser, ion cannon, and torpedo fire. As the GA Cruisers neared, both ships reached out with their tractor beam emplacements and attempted to wrangle the lighter ship into a position where it would serve as a shield over the most severe hull breaches on the Steadfast.The flagship might not last much longer at close range, but the other MC90 cruiser was nearly undamaged and the supporting cruisers Phalanx and Kalidor had yet to be rebuffed by the Black Sun fleet. Still closing, Steadfast and Fidelity transferred their fire to the Red Hussar, hammering both flanks with their turbolasers.

 

At the joint with the Jedi fleet, the sublight engines of Misericordia dimmed and nearly went dark, puttering with a tender cerulean glow. Her vast prow angled just slightly beyond the overwhelming hull of the encroaching Scarab, the Imperial II-class Star Destroyer made a minor course correction… then ceased maneuvers, instead diverting all power to her frontal shields and weapons. All power made available to her batteries, the first salvo against The Bleeding Kyber was of ultimate intensity, beyond what could be expected even from a ship of her class. She would trade blows with the Sith armada until released from her position, she ran out of targets… or she ran out of guns.

 

Summary:

Surprise is dead. Audacity takes severe damage and attempts to take shelter against a lightly-armed portion of the Canto Bight Fiasco’s hull.

A-Wings take significant casualties and disperse throughout the Black Sun formation, attempting to punch through and make strafing runs on Red Hussar and Silent Spring.

Steadfast’s shields are breached by focused fire and loses a number of turbolaser batteries before they are replenished. Steadfast and Kalidor attempt to grab Rhoads with tractor beams and hold the ship near the most severe hull breach.

Fire is focused on Red Hussar.

Misericordia focuses fire on The Bleeding Kyber.

 

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Mordecai nodded gravely. He had barely left training, and already he was tasked with killing a Jedi. As much as he'd liked to have lied to himself, tell himself it would be nothing, he knew the task was no small one. Not for him, at least. Regardless, he motioned for a nearby squad to follow him to his personal dropship.

 

"It will be done, my lord." he said, turning and heading towards the ship.

 

Once on board, the troopers in their seats, he seated himself in the pilot's chair. He didn't trust anybody but himself to fly them through that battle out there, even if Lord Valinor had assured him they'd make an opening. The shuttle lifted, and launched out of the hanger at his command, falling in directly behind a squadron of fighters. Ahead, he could see the hellish area that swarmed with the bulk of the fighters. And to get to the station, he'd have to fly right through it.

 

His comms beeped, and with the push of a button a voice spoke.

 

"Just fly right through it, my lord. We'll keep anyone who tries to stop you busy."

 

He nodded, though the motion was mostly to himself. "Very well. Good luck."

 

With that, he flew into the hornet's nest. All around him was chaos. Death and destruction permeated here, and e reveled in it. However, this skirmish was not his goal. He put the transport into a dive to avoid a hostile fighter, followed by a hard bank to the left to avoid a torpedo not meant for him. A few lasers hit the shields, but the aggressor had to pull away as several Sith fighters swarmed it.

 

A few moments later, and they were through. All that lay between him and the station now was the blackness of space. He landed in the hanger, watching as a Jedi assault shuttle bore into a nearby section of the hull. He sneered. The Jedi. He stalked out of the transport, the squad already disembarked. They had taken fire when he landed, but the few troops inside seemed to have been dispatched by the squad.

 

"Stay here. Wait for the rest of the troops. Keep this hanger secure."

With that, he departed the hanger.

It was time to hunt a Jedi.

Edit: Continuity error, dropships changed to assault shuttles

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Duel Between Jek Squall and Drago

 

The Jedi was angry, or at least appeared to be.  The blaster shots were expected if somewhat pointless.  Drago could not remember there being a mention of hostage but then again between his research and training he had lost track of all that was truly involved in the battle raging outside.  No matter, the foe before him seemed to not be inclined to speak and that was fine with him, if slightly disapointing.   

 

The light sabre throw was an impressive technique, and attacking the terrain itself caused him to believe his foe may be more tactical then he thought after exposing himself in the cat walk.  With his movement already having been enhanced catching up to the Jedi would pose no problem, but catching up was not the only solution.   His mind quickly calculated a course of action. Step one will simply be to propel myself forward to stable area of cat walk, followed by a small release of force no larger then a fist in 4 strategic places along the jedis body, first being the back of the right knee, followed by lower back and finally two consecutive hits to the sides of the Jedi's head to discombobulate.  If all the blows land, move forward and attempt to disarm.  Should subject remain mobile or in combat condition use heightened physical aspect to not strike the jedi but pass by and block apparent desitnation.  The plan formulated in less then a second.  His analytical mind put to good use he sprung into action.

 

This was going to be an interesting fight, he wondered as he lauched his series of events what the outcome would be.  However there was no time to calculate those outcomes, now there was only the foe before him and a question that needed to be answered.

 

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Breathe. Focus.

 

Both of Aleria's pale lavender blades bloomed to life as another volley was loosed by the assault shuttle's welcoming committee. A small smile played briefly across Aleria's lips as her heartbeat thundered in her chest. Adrenaline surged under the spray of chromatic plasma in the air. The excitement and thrill of the moment built within her despite the growing noise that echoed all around her. Aleria knew it wasn't a game; war was never a game. But action - blood pumping, sweat inducing, ridiculously daring action - was something Aleria enjoyed. The thrill of life was never so real as when it could end at any moment. And oddly enough, being a Jedi, fueled that sensation even more. Jedi didn't believe in death as anything but another part of life. Why be afraid of something that comes to everyone in the end when you can enjoy what you have while you have it?

 

Up. Down. Left. Left. Left. Flip. Right. Dodge.

 

Every step and every deflection was methodical. Like a dancer with very intentional glides, Aleria followed every cold chill of her danger sense. Prickly fingers tickled the base of her skull, moving her this way and that to avoid taking a full shot to any body part in particular. But she had her fair share of damage. She came away with singe marks in her robes, a burn on her left shoulder, and several meaty scorch marks on her prosthetic parts. It was nothing a good bit of attention couldn't fix. 

 

Before the next volley, Aleria scrambled behind a few crates to gain cover from the incoming Black Sun troops. And although the height of battle was raging in her ears, she could feel something more sinister further in. Sith had boarded the Dark Sun station. There was nothing she could do about it from here, considering the Sith she felt were gathering a fair distance away and she was contending with grunts and trying to help both Kel and Sandy. But she readied herself and kept aware of any changes to make sure the Sith didn't catch them by surprise. 

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((As Jek Squall))

 

The instant before it happened, Jek knew to expect it. Even with the Force alerting him to the danger, however, he had no way to tell what exactly was going to happen or how it would take place. The four telekinetic punches landed true, toppling him forward and leaving his head ringing, as well as knocking his lightsaber . It was exactly the kind of move Jek might have pulled were their roles reversed. Of course, this was a game two could play. 

 

As expected, his foe attempted to close the distance, knowing that Jek was seeking a tactical advantage by moving out of the open. He would either attempt to attack here, or cut off the escape route. He would be denied both. Jek reached back, summoning as nasty a Force blast as he could near his enemy's side, aiming to send the other careening off the edge of the catwalk. It was a stall tactic at best, but it would buy valuable time.

 

As Jek rose, he realized the Sith's strikes had done more than simply knock him over and disoriented him, his lightsaber was no longer on his person. He was unsure where it landed, but had more important things to worry about. Doing his best to focus on the Force and allowing it to guide him, he continued his charge forward, the safety of the maintenance hatch now mere feet ahead.

 

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Duel Ruling: Mythos vs. Darth Nyrys

 

I'm not going to lie, at the outset of this I put easy money on the Sith. I expected it to be a lot less of an even fight than it absolutely was, and it's a testament to both of you as writers that you respected each other enough to write it on more even grounds and with a very close finish. You both should be proud of yourselves for this fight, it shows a level of maturity few reach.

 

That being said, let's move onto the analysis. In the first two posts, Nyrys begins weaving an Assassin illusion in the form of a thick fog, and lashes out at Mythos, catching him in the arm with a shallow cut. Mythos in return fires a quick but blind shot with his scattergun, managing to hit Nyrys in the shoulder, damaging her armor. It's important to note here that Nyrys's sword causes necrosis in wounds, but this is a slow moving effect, similar to a fast-moving brown recluse bite (imagine the necrosis over minutes to a couple hours as opposed to days, long enough to mostly be a factor after the duel if I remember correctly, but not a major one during it).

 

The next two posts were mostly uneventful combat wise, however they were incredibly well written. The major thing to note is Mythos's mental state, as well as Nyrys suppressing the noise in the area, in preparation for her final post.

In the final post Nyrys finally goes on an all-out offensive, combined with a Force augmented banshee scream that is effective in disorienting Mythos enough that several of her strikes begin to break through his defenses. However, Mythos goes for the sacrifice play Rob Roy style, willingly taking a hit to the shoulder in order to close to lethal distance for the coup de gras. A very effective ending, easily resulting in both combatant's blades stuck in each other. Do they both die? Does someone walk away the victor? Who is that handsome masked man, anyway?

 

Based on the attacks already made, as well as the capabilities of both combatants at the end of the duel, Nyrys is still in a much stronger position to simply survive the encounter, mostly due to her Sith Amulet / heart made from a Krayt Dragon Pearl. The best shot Mythos has at actually doing damage at this close range is to go for the heart or lungs, which he has to get through a breastplate of Sith Steel to do. As he was attempting to close the distance past that of a solid swing, I'm going to assume the final attack Mythos makes is a lunging/piercing one. The best hope he has is to hit her femoral artery, and even then through pressure applied via the Force Nyrys is still expected to walk or limp away from this requiring no more than a paramedic's assistance to get her back to stable conditions.

Winner: Darth Nyrys

 

2nd edit: You guys determine between yourselves what outcome you determine is fair.

Edited by Ary the Grey

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The blows had landed, and to his silent relief the Jedi had toppled forward and his weapon had flown from his hand.  "I am not in the mood to kill you, if you stand down and speak with me perhaps we can make a deal."  It was foolish to attempt to speak during combat but his intellectual desire to learn made him at least attempt it.  It was only a split second before he realized what was about to happen.  He gathered a shield of force as quickly as he could but it only deflected the blow slightly.  The blast was massive, far greater then he would have thought the disoriented Jedi could have mustered.  His shield kept him from being thrown completely off the cat walk, instead he bent the railing out greatly and had to grip it strongly with one hand to keep from falling.  That may have even broken a rib or two.  Steeling his mind he decided that attacking the Jedi, while a good idea might not be the best course of action.

Step One, strike the lock by the maintenance hatch as hard as possible with a concussive blast of force to disable it, step two reorient myself and gather force into a minor barrier while building up my strength.  Step three using light sabre approach Jedi in the Echani form of combat and wound in a minor fashion, minor blow to ribs or shoulder should suffice.

The force gathered and performed his actions as expected but he was unsure how the light sabre blow would land, this Jedi was tricky and he was already impressed by their fighting spirit.  The unarmed Jedi had just reached the hatch area, there was no time to lose, hopefully this fight would end without the Jedi's death, but if necessary he could attempt to learn things from their belongings and corpse.

 

((Post 2))

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| Capital Ship Group |

 

The relentless shelling of the enemy capital group had done its job, and the outnumbered Black Sun Armada was slowly letting the fleet through their layered defenses. Trading space for time. Time the Blood Prince was using effectively. He had left the station with the empress literally defenseless, instead allowing the Alliance to waste resources in assisting their invasion while he and his ships concentrated on their flagships. There were heavy losses to contend with however and the casualty counts began to scroll never endingly across the display panels at the TAC planning station. 

 

Sariel's Judgement, the proud Victory Star Destroyer was bleeding from a thousand cuts as its crew rushed to strengthen shields. That is until the dying volley from the Adi-Wan splashed through the shields and cut deep into the angular bow. Decking curled like a rose’s petals to the power of the proton torpedo volley. Shattering the nose of the mighty ship and snuffing out two hundred lives as the front third of the ship suffered catastrophic loss of oxygen from the raging fire that began to spread through the ship. Flames billowed out of bucked armoured plating and the power failed throughout the ship as the core began an emergency shutdown as its coolant supply was severed. Evacuations of surviving crew began as the emergency power was restored and the ship’s concussion missile batteries fired a return volley, emptying the magazine stores in several seconds before the guns and the launchers fell forever silent. The black shattered dagger that once was a proud ship of the line, now merely a wreck of debris, leaking oxygen and bodies into the void of space. It was now simply a barrier that would slow the allied advance.

 

Still, it was a good trade to the Blood Prince. The delaying action of the Victory had essentially cost the Jedi Order its prized capital ship, and now they would do the same to the Galactic Alliance. The Red Hussar was relatively unscathed by the battle prior, and adjusted its shield array to address the incoming fire from the damaged Steadfast and the Turbolasers of the Fidelity. It wouldn’t last forever, as the strain on the shields would eventually batter them down, but it would hold for now. And now was all they needed. The ion cannons, turbolasers, and concussion missile launchers of the two remaining Victories focused in earnest at the approaching Steadfast. The Allied ships were blazing ahead towards the station which meant that they would be entering the last point of defense. Where each ship would be exposed to the entire firepower of Star Destroyers and Victory Star Destroyers from point blank range. THe vessels crept their aim to narrowly avoid the tiny corvette that was seemingly captured by the cruisers flanking the damaged MC90. Their shots aiming for the damaged section and hammering away at the shields of the mighty calamari cruiser. The capitals were nearly in point blank range, and the Two much larger Star Destroyers, Mephistopheles and Holofernes which were totally untouched in the battle, now sank into their deadly work. Their deadly armament now pumping round after round into the Steadfast. 

 

Without the duel corvettes to hamper her missile paths, the St Cathryne fell alongside the Red Hussar and Silent Spring. Launching its heavy siege torpedoes at the entire length of the Steadfast in an effort to bring the shields entirely down, which if they did fail, the combined armament of the fleet would tear the Alliance’s pride and joy to melted chunks of durasteel. The smaller laser batteries that covered the bulbous hull of the St Cathryne beginning to churn away at the swarm of remaining A-Wings and K-Wings that were assaulting the two victory Star Destroyers. 

 

While the Rhodes was trapped by the competing  tractor beams of the Alliance Cruisers, She was not totally defeated. Her engines flared as she wrestled with the tractor beams. The upgraded thruster package striving to break free, while the command and control companies bled power away from the shields to boost power to the engines. The fire teams dumping missiles and laser fire at the all too close Steadfast with her crippled decking. Compared to the Steadfast she was nearly ten times smaller, but her crew did not falter. Slowly spinning the damaged Rhoades to present the slimmest target to her allies. Allowing their shots to clear her bow and reducing her effectiveness as an impromptu shield. 

 

The Canto Bight Fiasco continued to struggle on, its few turbolasers firing away as her hull began to buckle. She was having trouble staying in the fight, especially as the Jedi order weighed into the fight with their bombers. Her 12 Borstel RH8 laser cannons, blasted away at the fragile bombers but soon her turbolasers fell silent as well as the power was switched to the shields in a futile effort to survive. Her partner in crime, Totenkopf II did her best to mount a valiant defense of the Nebulon with her anti starfighter guns, both concentrating on the bombers and the hiding crippled gunship. But both captains knew it would only be a matter of time until the old ship was broken like a toothpick. 

 

Summary

Victory Star Destroyer Sariel's Judgement is lost. 

Star Destroyers Mephistopheles and Holofernes concentrate on the wounded Steadfast

Victory Star Destroyers Red Hussar and Silent Spring concentrate fire on the approaching Steadfast. While Red Hussar rotates shields to absorb incoming fire. 

Canto Bight Fiasco is heavily damaged while continuing fire on Audacity and attacking Jedi bombers. Totenkopf II assists

Rhodes is trapped but maneuvers to avoid becoming an outright shield for the Steadfast. While dumping missiles and lasers towards the damaged area of the Steadfast 

St. Cathryne falls back beside the Victory Star Destroyers and continues to launch siege torpedoes and turbolasers at the Steadfast while its smaller guns engage the GA K-Wings. 

 

| Starfighter \ Fighter Bomber Group |

 

The ARC’s took light casualties. Their beautiful ships spun and twirled through space as they formed back into an effective  wing. With the A-Wings decimated, a few of the precious jamming ships were turned into yellow orange explosions by the Alliance K-Wing’s concussion missiles. The ARCs and Black Sun K-Wings responded in kind, a few missiles streaking out after the fleeing K-Wings. With the majority of the threat to the ARC-s dispersed, the A-wings went into full afterburner and rocketed towards the GA Kwings as they reached the Red Hussar. Launching streaks of missiles as they got into cannon range.  The XJs reformed under the ARC jamming field and dove towards the approaching Jedi fighters, launching missiles from behind jamming cover as the command and control teams onboard the untouched Marie continued to direct the hectic Starfighter battle. Their heavy sensor sweeps giving pinpoint precision to their commands. The Kwings, the few of them that remained began their bombing runs against the Alliance capital ship Steadfast

 

Summary:

The entire starfighter wing engages the A-Wings. 

The K-Wings engaged the capitals supporting the GA fighters from range. 

 

| Dark Sun Defensive Group |

 

The Station was truly in dire straights as the boarding parties landed. The station’s resistance would be tough, but it was a losing battle, and Black Sun troops fell back to defensive positions around the citadel and the prison level. E-webs were set up, shields prepared, and the station commander sat in the Empress’s cell. Roughly holding the young woman on his lap, with a carbine leveled to the back of her skull. 

 

With enough Ion cannon blasts, the stations power array failed. Plunging banks and casinos into darkness and sealing all the bulkhead doors.

 

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The lightsabre thrummed away, its silver blade leaving the smell of ozone in its wake as it batted way a short stream of laser bolts back towards where they had come from in the now dark hanger. Sandy let her presence touch all around her, feeling their fear, darkness, joy, anger. Letting it flow through her live a sieve identifying every presence through their emotions. Her eyes were blinded by the sudden dark but her blade kept up its spin to cover the storm of troops rushing behind her and Aidan. She motioned to Kel and brought the blade up to reflect another blast before she sprang past Aleria and bounded into the E-Web emplacement. A swing of the blade in a brilliant arc and the emplacement went silent. As did three presences. 

 

The beachhead had been secured at least for now. She flashed a grin at the trio of Kel, Aleria, and Aidan before she made her way for the door towards the security level.

 

There was a battle to be had, and she would have it. She ignored the pain in her shoulder and wiped at her forehead with a green sleeve. 

 

"You guys coming?" 

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when the shuttle landed in the dark sun station Kel sparked up his his saber pistol's bright green blade and leapt into action alongside his fellow Jedi. as the battle progressed Kel used his saber to deflect incoming blasts while methodically working his way to adequate cover spots and providing supporting fire. since the model 6 he integrated into his saber was more suited for firing stun blasts, he used that function to provide openings for the troops as well incapacitating anyone foolish enough to fire at himself and his jedi comrades.

 

Eventually the beachhead was secured and we made our way to the entrance of the security level. before opening the door, his master rhetorically asked if they were coming along. 

 

"As if you even had to ask."

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((As Jek Squall))

 

I am One with the Force and the Force is with me. I am One with the Force and the Force is with me. I am One with the Fo-

 

A sudden surge of pain jolted up Jek's back as his opponent renewed his onslaught, catching him in a nasty slash that ran from his left shoulder down his ribcage. The blow itself wasn't meant to seriously injure or kill, but it certainly disabled the Zabrak, as Jek once again fell to his knees from the pain. 

 

I am...One...with the Force...

 

The mantra, taught to him by his late master, repeated in his thoughts as Jek struggled to focus. He had one last move, one last ace up his sleeve to potentially catch the Sith off guard and survive this battle. He could already tell the door ahead was fused shut, a well-timed application of the Dark Side crippling its locking mechanism shut.

 

...and the Force...is with me.

 

Jek calmly held his right palm out, reaching out through the Force to find the item he'd lost, the one life line that was his final authority as a Jedi. Knowing it very well by its feel through the Force, it took no time at all for Jek to locate his weapon. The lightsaber ripped up through the fog below, arcing towards the Sith's back, and past the Sith, his hand. If the Sith was so focused on Jek, then it might catch him off guard, crippling him enough to allow Jek to either escape or finish his opponent with a quick coup de gras.

 

The Force is with me.

 

This was it. It was all or nothing.

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3.

 

The haunt of the powerful Sith Armada shored the distance to their scurrying prey, slowing as they closed in on them from above. Five formidable vessels formed an electrifying wreath around the gargantuan Scarab, each of them resetting their attack positions whenever they fell into the crosshairs of an enemy craft. The Bleeding Kyber would be the first to endure the ire of the insurrectionist scum, attempting to run emergency maneuvering while being completely engrossed by a furious shelling from the Misericordia, the face of a new threat. The shields took an inflated pounding, while the broadside of the Kyber lit up in vivid color. The peculiar ISD-II ate the rainshower of batteries, and the skin of the vessel seemed to burn with a hue of anguish. All power was partitioned between mobility and shielding, realigning the distressed Destroyer to that of the stationary Misericordia. The decline in shielding was undoubtedly accelerated by the desperation of the enemy, and so the crew doubled over their efforts before they were torn to shreds. There was an eerie calm to the men and women aboard the twisted Kyber however, even as the bombardment began to puncture the chassis of the vessel and wipe scores of exterior weapon placements clean from the surface. Smaller sections of the Kyber destabilized and were immediately voided of life, but the ship aligned regardless of the surge. It was not particularly a calm that befell the enormous crew of the Kyber, but a tempered insanity in which was rooted from the Hutt Master it now belonged to. The meat of the power behind the vessel loaned itself to the failing defensive systems, but now the engines roared to life, preparing to jump right through the new challenger. 


 

As the Bleeding Kyber fell from formation, realigning with the gallant Misericordia, the rest of the assault fleet moved forward. While escape crafts poured from the Adi-Wan, the offensive yielded their acceleration and fanned out like a daunting black lotus. The full force of each and every starfighter dedicated to this operation, accompanied by the swift might of both frigates and both gunships, engaged the dying Adi-Wan as well as all rescue or fighter craft in the area.

 

 

- Kyber is overwhelmed, realigning to jump through target, or melt while trying to keep alive.

- All others engage their defeated target. Will leave once this thing is over.

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The motion of the Jedi's hand made it abundently clear he was doing something with the force, he could sence it and almost see the lines of force.  At the last momen he realized what was happening and dodged to the side as a light sabre flew by grazing his ribs and leaving a furrow in his side.  It was a clever move using a weapon that seemed lost and it had nearly killed him.  Even as the Jedi's blade cut into his flesh he twisted out of his dodge and lunged at the Jedi striking out with his sabre at the enemy before him.  Science would have to wait, getting answers from a Jedi to try to understand their beliefs would have to wait, all that mattered now was finishing this.  The Jedi's devotiong to the belief that all Sith are evil and must be destroyed made communication impossible.  

Strike three times using the echani fencing style followed by a heavy blow in the thrysian style.  If any blows are blocked follow up with a concussive blast of force to through enemy off the cat walk alive or dead.

Allowing his body to flow into his prefered fighting forms he lashed out 4 times with his light sabre and then simply released the force sheild he had been trying to maintain as blast of force indtending to toss the jedi out into empty space from the cat walk.  The fight was not going as he had hoped but the time had come to move past this Jedi and assist his master in her plans if he could.

 

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The brutish marshal, underestimating the wickedness of her blade, intentionally let it bite deep into his shoulder and seized her with his free hand, lifting her up to skewer her with his scimitar. Pain brought back memories of the crucible, and her daily torments there. It was a sacrifice vindicated by her ability to function in spite of overwhelming pain. In the marshal’s feverish attempt to kill her, he failed to notice the state of his arm. The flesh beneath the fur bubbled and festered with unnatural speed, and when the pus filled bubbles popped, they revealed vacant craters where flesh used to be. The failing arm collapsed through sheer putrefaction before he could go fishing for vital organs, and she slid off his blade and back onto her feet.

 

A spinning kick to the marshal’s groin doubled him over, and a solid right hook to the head knocked the man unconscious. She whistled for deck security, and ordered them to secure and stabilize what was left of her opponent, after taking a selfie with the incapacitated opponent and sending it to the Dark Lord. She would just as soon kill him and end his suffering, but her apprentice might want samples for his studies and various… projects. For her own part, she left a deeply ingrained mental scar, engraving the illusion of her dead family on his mind.

 

While the wound was not immediately terminal, it was certainly leaking a great deal more than she would like. Fortunately, the good marshal had brought snacks with him, in the form of a squad of Galactic Alliance marines. She perused their catatonic forms before finding one that looked extra appealing, and ordered security to take the rest away. Her apprentice hadn’t finished yet with the Jedi, so she took her six pack snack pack to a secluded part of the bay and started consuming his body and soul, while his mind was enveloped with a sweet fiction. Occasionally, brief millisecond flickers of fragments of reality would break through, but surely this was better than dying to a blaster bolt or getting disemboweled by a cursed blade? 

 

Maybe her manwich wasn’t the only one enveloped in a sweet fiction…

 

But as she consumed him, she felt undeniably better, both in terms of her wound and her internal self. Acts of predation had always had a natural ease and appeal to her. Growing up, she had written it off as getting even with xenophobic snobs that made her life hell, but now she had to wonder if it was something else. Was the night her nature, and if so, what did that mean? She had studied a lot of religions at uni for her major, and a constant was a necessary darkness. If she was to be a righteous devil, what devilry would truly nourish her soul?

 

((3-day Capture and release on Mythos)) 

 

     

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Ruling: Jek vs Drago 

 

There are multiple factors in this duel that I have weighed and considered. From the beginning, Jek gave up/lost position throughout the entirely duel, but fought back with enough clarity that it's almost a full on honorable mention. Positioning wise, Jek lost. 

 

However, some factors I also considered on this is also the amount of energy spent/used by Drago along with the display of the Force. For the most part, I was okay with many of the actions took by Drago, up until that final post. I strongly believe that sensing the lightsaber and the dodging of it are fully within means, but since stated Drago was attempting to maintain a Force shield, the very act of the lightsaber glancing the ribs would render all other movement after the fact unbelievable. At least when it comes to the actions taken in Drago's post. 

 

Because of those factors, I could not give a victory to Drago- yet- I still don't believe the Jek is in a position to have won the duel either.

 

Therefore my ruling is: DRAW

 

I believe that Jek would be left hurt from the blows from Drago prior to the lightsaber striking Drago in the side. Upon the strike, all other actions have been nulled out and both players may go from there. Next post belongs to Jek. 

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The group had traveled far enough into the station that Tobias had them stop. Looking back, he discovered that of the 52 warriors that followed him into battle, there were only around 30 that had followed him this far. The six barabel had left his group first thing, two others were dead, three had been injured and retreated back to the shuttle- exchanging the guard along the way so the injured were closer to their escape craft than the healthy ones. That left ten others who were guarding specific points along their path into the station, covering the escape route to the black. 

 

With a nod and a hand gesture at the floor, the team scrambled into action. Four moved further down the hallway from the rear sentries and started to pull anything they could from the rooms connected to the hallway. The defense Black Sun had put up was weak at first, but no doubt with the arrival of the Sith, plus the enemy actually knowing where the Jedi and their forces were, they would start to attack en masse. Ergo why they were now constructing simple barricades.They would have to re-enforce this area, dropping down level to level and eviscerating the forces standing in their way. 


 

Tobias took a moment and checked in with the status of the fleet, letting Tom check in with the shuttles. The news wasn’t good from them, but after exchanging information related to the shuttles, that was exponentially better. 

 

Five-Five had discharged their warriors and were engaging the security level of the casino. Five had been killed, but the distraction was vital to balancing the odds to the Jedi’s side.  

 

Other shuttle squads were softly engaging the forces within the station, the bait and ambush strategy was working well. 

 

The Barabels were ripping through staff throughout the station, well, on the levels down to the prison level. 

 

All throughout the briefing Vos toyed with a thermal detonator, inactive of course, but he left his eyes drift with the Force-guided motion of the explosive. 

 

He sighed, the expression hidden from his crew, they had lost 30 warriors all together. Finally he got the signal that the crews setting up all the barricades. Reaching out to sense what was directly below them, he let it play out in his mind- the flash grenade, the entrance, the death, the repetition.

 

A blue-green light filled the corridor, a snap hiss echoed up and down the hallway. Tipping the blade into the floor he cut a beveled section out. It settled into its new position as he pulled his saber out of the floor. Using the Force he pulled it up and out, Tom dropping the flash grenade down, Tobias setting down the floor away from the hole, flash grenade detonating, Tom dropping down, Tobias dropping down, three bodies fell into pieces around Tom, two around Tobias. 

 

Other warriors followed them down, and the cycle continued for another six levels, each time moving the place where they made the bevel. The warriors were spread out even further through the levels, but they were close. 

 

“Vos.” A scratchy voice echoed in his ear, the shots of blaster fire could be heard on the other side of the commlink. 

 

“Tarri, this is Vos.” He called back, patching Tom into the channel. 

 

“Barabel squad intact. One level below prison level. The prey… there are many. Almost too many.”

 

“Where is shuttle 9-9?”

 

A raspy voice hissed its displeasure, “Not here…”

 

Looking up at Tom, he knew the Chiss Jedi Master was on the comm. Connecting them to his own channel, he heard their chatter. Apparently, they were making their way to the Barabels, completing a flanking maneuver. 

 

“Hang in there Tarri, we don’t need anymore dead heros today.” Tobias ordered. 

 

Silence for two seconds then Terri acknowledged the order. 

 

Vos sighed, apparently 9-9 had been holding back waiting for this. Tut was a good planner like that, but it still irritated Vos. Maybe it was the fire they were under, but they shouldn’t be doing this logistical stuff now. The Barabels and Shuttle 9-9 were going to be coming up to the prison level, and Tobias with 20ish warriors were still making their way down. The process would start to speed up as they would now being using thermal detonators to remove the floor for the next few levels, then they would be above Raven.

 

TL:DR

Vos's shuttle (6-4) crew is moving down, Barabel squad plus Shuttle 9-9 crew moving up from below the prison level.

Shuttle 5-5 engaging Vault Security. 

6 other shuttle crews are running around, playing cat-and-mouse games with internal security. Will clarify later. 

OOC: Apologies for not formatting.

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As Aleria's blade met a stray bolt of crimson plasma that came so very close to singing her face, the station lights went out. It was a bit jarring at first, but she managed to catch herself before crashing to the floor; graceful.  To make matters worse, the distinct hum of the ventilation systems along with other ancillary system noises were replaced with a din of panicked bellowing. The life support was down and people were flapping around like a clutch of cornered mynocks. Skric! 

 

Aleria took a moment or two to mentally skim through her - albeit brief - instruction on how to use her vac suit, considering she had to sift through all the vague derision that Sanderson leveled at them. But she eventually found the little switch right above her left pectoral muscle; right at the seam of the vac suit's chest and arm sections. As she twirled through a spray of gunfire, she popped the small button on her suit's shoulder mounted exterior light, illuminating a small cone about ten feet from her position. It was a great way to give away her position, but considering the large bright pink-purple blades of pure light she was wielding, that star ship had already left dry dock. And, considering the mob of civilians that were now pressing in upon them, it wouldn't matter much. 

 

Seeing Aidan, Sandy, and Kel rush for a door at the end of the hall, Aleria followed suit, only to find that the door wasn't going anywhere. Huffing mildly, and taking a moment to wipe the sweat from her brow, Aleria eyed the cold steel door. Through the force she could feel how thick the security door was. And, had the power been on, opening the door would have been a cinch. As it was, she needed to find the locking mechanism. No pressure, right?

 

The young Jedi ran her organic limb across the strong metal door and the wall adjoining it, using the light from her sabers and her shoulder until she came across what she assumed was a localized junction box. It looked almost exactly the same as the junction box outside her old apartment back on Coruscant but it was sealed tight. With a snap hiss she disabled her left saber and stuck the hilt in her mouth while bending slightly to examine the box.

 

There was no discernible latch that she could see. But it had to pop open somehow. She stepped back and tried to kick it but that ended with a very stubbed toe. After a sharp exhalation of pain, she tried to punch it with her metal arm but it still wouldn't come loose. It just left a fist sized dent in the metal panel. Hoping her hunch was correct, she ran her remaining beam of active plasma along the outside of the box until the panel popped off. Yes! Now... let's just hope this next trick works as much as that did!

 

She'd never tried anything like this before. She wasn't even sure something like this was plausible. But she had to hope, otherwise they were cutting the doors open by hand which could take forever. Not knowing which wires were the right ones, Aleria grabbed the whole bunch of wires, including several wires that were cut when she opened the thing, in her organic left hand and let her mind clear, allowing the power of the force all around her to flow through her body and - hopefully - into the wires. At first, nothing happened. Aleria's eyes were closed as she tried to focus. She could feel the closed doors mocking her through their continued stoicism. But, just as she started to tire, the metal doors scraped across the floor. 


Wooo! Aleria cheered internally. 

 

But as fast as her adulation came, it left when the doors stopped moving. They had barely moved a foot apart. When Aleria looked down to try again, she saw that the wires were burnt out and broken. At least with no power the doors didn't move back together, but she was still distinctly underwhelmed. It left just enough space for them all to squeeze through if they walked sideways; though, it would be a tight squeeze. 

 

Aleria stood up and brushed off her robes with her free hand. 

 

"Well... I guess that's that, unless any of you have any other ideas." Aleria said with a half-smile. 

 

After she reached a full standing position, right beside Sandy and the others, a cold prick of sensation crawled up the base of her spine until it reached the crown of her head. Instinctively she ignited her other saber and entered a cross-guard ready stance. 

 

"There's a problem. You guys go for it, I'll be right behind you as soon as I can take care of it." She urged through gritted teeth. 

 

Sure enough, though hard to make out in the light she was emitting, amid the panicked citizens and the soldiers still struggling to move through the chaos, a solitary figure stood. He looked to be just a scant few inches shorter than Aleria and he had a lightsaber hilt in his hand. 

 

((Mordecai - you can get the first post or set up however you want and give it to me. I'm good either way.))

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((As Jek Squall))

 

The events that happened over the next few seconds went by in a slow blur before Jek's eyes. The Force was with him, and he was at peace. 

 

The Sith lashed out, managing to nick his sword arm shoulder just enough that his follow through slash cut cleanly through the Zabrak's forearm, disarming him. The intense white-hot pain seemed dulled and distant, though. He was aware of these events, but did not feel.

 

The dismembered hand, still clutching the now deactivated lightsaber plummeted below to the hangar floor. The Force blast hit him shortly after, sending Jek over the railing. As he fell, his heart rate slowed, and his eyes fell closed. 

 

He was one with the Force, and the Force was with him. All was as it should be. This place, this conflict, this battle was his purpose, and that purpose had been fulfilled. While Jek had never been fully taught the deeper mysteries of the Force, his Master had tried to impart the ingredients that would leave him to discovering this truth on his own, when he was ready.

 

And finally, at the end of all things, he was ready.

 

A corpse hit the deck plates hard, with more than enough of an impact to kill him had he not already been dead. For a moment, a faint blue image of Jek stood next to it, visible only to Drago and his master. A moment that was a self contained eternity passed as he studied himself, before letting go. Giving one last look upward at Drago, Jek's Force ghost faded to nothingness. 

 

The Force was with him. He was at peace.

 

((Seeing as this character wasn't supposed to last much longer than this, I'm going to go ahead and yield. Considering the points made I  the ruling, this seemed plausible to me as an outcome, and I don't think I could have pulled out a win from where we left it. This was an enjoyable duel, and very well fought, I hope I did well in presenting the challenge I did!))

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Mordecai had barely made it out of the hanger when the station came under another barrage of fire. As the lights and the other systems failed, Modeci smiled to himself. That could be useful. He drew his lightsaber, waiting to ignite it until he needed to. He still lacked 'proper' sith garb, but he doubted people would care. Only a madman or a soldier would be as close to the battle as he was going to get. He stalked through the halls, an ominous air about him as he pondered his task. Kill a jedi. That would be dangerous, but the path to the Dark Side would be filled with danger. Skirting from his duty now would not do him any favors.

 

It didn't take long to find signs of battle. Bodies, lined against the walls. Blast marks in the bulkheads. Death permeated the air. He was close. His footsteps echoed through the halls as he stalked his prey. Jedi. He could sense them. They were swarming with republic troops, though he could sense the panic in the Force. The lack of a life support bothered them, it seemed. He thought for a moment. A station this large likely had backups, and even if it didn't, they would likely still have are for over an hour.

 

He stepped into the hangar, lowering his head and pushing past the panicking mass and he made his way towards the Jedi. He looked up, and he met her eyes, a grin spreading across his face. She had two lightsabers? That could be a problem. He'd have to keep track of both. He reached up with his free hand, towards the dim light in the hangar, crushing it with the Force as his hand formed a fist.

"Tell me, Jedi. Do you fear what lurks in the dark?" he asked, stalking through the darkness carefully, watching the glow of her lightsabers to keep track of her. He circled to her right, his anticipation building as he readied himself for this fight.

 

He launched forward, swinging the hilt of the lightsaber towards the Jedi's arm, igniting it mid-swing in an attempt to conserve his advantage until the last possible moment in an attempt to sever or seriously damage the limb, hoping to gain an early advantage. The movement was quick and brutal, lacking all of the finesse that one would expect from a lightsaber combatant.

((Post 1 of Mordecai vs Aleria))

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Axis Fleet vs Allied Fleet : Ruling 

 

Okay, based upon everything that I've read, an actual ruling seems almost pointless by this point-but I was asked-so I am making a ruling. It is going to be very basic and straight up- as I don't feel like I need to explain anything. 

 

For the Axis Fleet (Black Sun) The fleet has taken a beating and is heavily damaged - and with the Jedi Fleet being pushed by the Sith fleet, has Black Sun forces fighting on all fronts. The damaged sustained and the still overwhelming force against them has given a straight up loss to Black Sun leaving what remains at the mercy of the Allied Fleet, with the saving grace that could come the Sith.

 

For Axis Fleet (Sith) Kyber has taken a beating, and along with how the battle played out is still at the mercy of the Allied fleet. The Sith fleet has been given a slight loss of the Kyber, but still intact. They now hold a true dominance over the area, seeing as they were able to put the Jedi on the Run. 

 

For the Allied Fleet (GA) Massive damage handed out, but still intact for the most part. The fleet has been exchanging blows with Black Sun in a fairly straight up blow for blow battle being waged. 

 

For the Allied Fleet (Jedi) : The Adi-wan is lost along with damage done to the majority of their ships. 

 

Overall Ruling : The Sith fleet has earned dominance over the entire field alone today within the realm of fleet battles. All other fleets are within a bad position and are at the full mercy of whatever the Sith fleet decides to do. You may continue to play things out as you guys are already doing - or leave the engagement as some have expressed doing already. 

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A R M I S T I C E

 

 

 

"Like rodents, they scatter.." Strands of hair colored deeply in a stain of rosewood red retreated down the fullness of his shoulders and puddled loosely into his armored lap, unfailingly illustrating the bleeding of innocent lives that the Galactic Alliance enforced. Exodus brushed aside the locks that itched his inexpressive features, sparing no form of compassion for the lives lost by the second. “These people, all of these people can see the wickedness of the Jedi and the Galactic Alliance. Their acts of hostilities to preserve one life over the lives of hundreds of thousands, the willingness to sacrifice the greater many over the selfishness of one. They are no longer bound by honor, they have become what they are mortally sworn to fight against.” An advisor to the Dark Lord spoke freely, with a voice that sounded like it had been chiseled from stone. “You have foreseen this, my Lord. And now they all see it too.”  


 

The atmosphere above Iziz City had warmed since the days of their departure, a restorative downpour of rainfall and the rumble of storms in the distance. Nevertheless, the streets of the Sith-Imperial capital city was crowded beyond measure with an attraction that summoned all, governed tightly by the forces of an unprecedented Imperial militia. Black and crimson banners displaying the conjoined crests of the Axis Fleet gestured restlessly from the highest of towers, heaving powerfully in the winds that swept them. Tremendous projectors lined every corner within reach of the Imperial Palace, displaying feeds from the Battle at Dark Sun Station, an even that had drawn each and every citizen of Onderon from miles to watch.

 

 

“Voss, I am just a stranger, in an even stranger land. Their faces are all unfamiliar, and their names and customs are alien to me. In Iziz, many gather in the streets and cheer for a power that they do not understand, for a strength that promises protection, at the cost of their freedoms. I am King of Onderon, the Dark Lord of the Sith and the Great Devourer of the Light. Many whisper that I am a true Emperor of Darkness, yet a Liberator of the People.” Exodus laughed softly, quietly flashing the winter-white of his sharp teeth, remembering vividly the sentient hunts that he and his Anzati kin inherently enjoyed. “I am no one, Voss. Remember that when I break the frail nature of this pathetic galaxy.”


Back on the metropolitan streets of Iziz, and before the houses of Sith worship, the impressive might of an entire host of Sith-Imperial forces paid careful attention. An unbounded measure of the highly-praised Imperial Legion in their elegant war-trappings, arranged themselves in standard formations while they cheered for their allies in victory. Whether the feeds were delayed, or streamed with constant intervals of disruption, the masses roared with an exuberance that resembled that of the last time Onderon space was invaded, and victory followed. Troopers of honored rank stalked among the rows, accompanied by the sinister decadence of the sparing Sith that loomed nearby. Each and every one of them had cause to rejoice, for this would mark the end of an era, and the beginning of a new one.

 

The composite brawn of the Sith Fleet laid into the remnants of the Adi-Wan and cleaved a mercurial level of destruction onto the vessel. An inorganic detonation of the capital ship consumed the panoramic distance that still divided the Axis Fleet from their reunification.  Ravings of star-fighters hemmed the borders of the destruction, eating away at survivors without mercy and carving a territorial perimeter in which to secure the position of the Blood Prince with.  The remaining warships within the Sith Fleet would mark anything within range, and shred them to pieces if it threatened the collateral of their allied assets. The Kyber itself endured the worst of the first detachment, but excellently positioned itself to trigger another round of devastation if the opposition did not heed their very visible warning. Predictability would reward none on the battlefield, and a statement here and now would enlighten the rest of the galaxy to the horrors of the Galactic Alliance, mirroring that of the Crusaders. The Sith Empire had averted disaster once more, and the people could once again see it for themselves.

 

 

(Terms were agreed upon, let's have fun narrating the rest of this.)

 

 

 

 

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The Jedi died well, though if he was honest he had hoped he would not have to kill him at all.  The opportunity to speak to a Jedi, to unravel their psyche and learn why they were the way they were would have been a great boon to his research.  Sadly that option was no longer viable.  Standing over the fallen Jedi, Drago used the force to slowly probe his wound and place a moderate shield over it to prevent infection or the possible loss of blood should he somehow tear the wound open.  It was in those moments that he saw the Jedi, or he saw the image of the Jedi through the force as it stood over its own body.  Force spirits, or ghosts, were something he had read of and wondered about the validity of.  Yet here he stood.  Looking to the Spirit Drago saluted the fallen Jedi.

 

After paying his fallen foe due respect and watching the spirit fade from view Drago walked over to the corpse and arranged it in an appropriate position he retrieved the Jedi's light saber and searched the body for any other useful items.  After recovering what appeared to be everything of value (see Jek Character sheet) Drago returned to his masters side.  She appeared to have been wounded in the fight but was still standing.  Walking to her side he knelt before her and presented the light saber of the fallen Jedi.  "Master I have managed to defeat the Jedi Knight that had taken the high ground of the cat walk.  I am sorry that my delay resulted in you suffering injury.  If there is anything I can do to mitigate your damage or pain you have only to ask. "  Waiting for her response he quickly took int the surrounding conflict and began to formulate his potential next move.  It would be an interesting thing to test his skill against non force users.  He was curious to see the extend he could influence the biology of a non-cooperative creature.  But that would have to wait.  For now he must server his master and assure that she makes it through the conflict, even if he did not.

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The wet crunch of a body hitting the deck brought Nyrys out of her indulgent reverie. Her meal came back to his senses and briefly started screaming before she tore out his throat with her teeth. The ragged tear let loose a stream of hot blood, like popping the cap off of a shaken carbonated beverage, and still rather in the moment, Nyrys laughed gleefully. The wound on her abdomen had closed, and only ached dully thanks to the sudden infusion of consumed vitality. Even before she looked, part of her knew who it was that fell, but seeing the broken form of the Jedi settled a great deal of worry in her heart. It was the Sith way to let apprentices stand or fail on their own merit, but if Drago had been lost today it would cost the Sith more than just another sword arm. The apprentice had a true gift for Sith alchemy that could yield exponential returns on the investment of training him, provided he survived long enough to reap those benefits.

 

For a brief moment the astral form of the Jedi was visible, before it rejoined the Force, or whatever it is that Jedi do when they go all blue and see through. Probably something involving drum circles and deep discussions on how pleasantly unassuming the color beige is. Hard pass. She had been too young to really dwell on her own mortality before, but it now occurred to her that immortality was a very real goal that she could achieve.

 

Putting aside the factionalist rhetoric, Nyrys knew on a personal level that her choice would always be to viscerally experience life over sterilely understanding it. Examining life had only ever brought her fear, doubt, and self loathing. The Jedi claimed to serve the natural order, but what if that order was fundamentally flawed or otherwise imperfect? If so many people didn’t fit into the Jedi’s worldview, was it really representative of the natural truth of the galaxy, or just another incomplete splinter of an unknowable divine truth? If one thing was certain, it was that Nyrys wasn’t going to silently fade away to appease one wacko cult’s dogmatic vision. Like so many others, she came into this galaxy broken, but that wouldn’t keep her from fighting like hell to make a place for herself in it.

 

Her apprentice approached her, as polite and proper as ever, despite having just cut a man to pieces.

 

“My wound was entirely on account of a shistaven with a way too big vibro-scimitar, and not on anything you did or didn’t do. You have slain a worthy opponent in single combat with no aid. Arise, Darth Truaillidh, for in claiming your place in the galaxy through murder you have earned a place in the legacy of the Darth name. Now see to your own wound, I don’t think I need to lecture you on the hazards of untreated burns. After you have been tended to I will present you to the Dark Lord, if it suits him.”

 

Darth Nyrys departed the bay with pride in her apprentice, and headed to the bridge to learn the current state of the space battle.      

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         Aleria maintained the focus she held on the force around her and took a deep breath, exhaling through her nose. She grazed the switch to her built-in shoulder light -- deactivating it -- and centered her still active mind on the Sith that stood barely a stone's throw away. She shifted from a cross-guard position to a deeper ready stance with her dominant foot forward. Her eyes were still adjusting to the darkness, but there was more than one way for a Jedi to keep track of someone. And the Sith was not hiding his energy. She was shifting, following him with her body to greet his offensive but it seemed like he was taking his time.

 

         With transparent fingers, Aleria deactivated her right saber and sent it careening through the black of the open hangar, keeping the metal cylinder trained in her mind, using only her attachment to it to hold it steady. Then she resumed her ready stance with only her left saber, keeping a close watch on the Sith. While she awaited the first bout, Aleria caught a small pop through the din. Glass clattered to the floor and a small spike in the force told her it wasn't natural. The Sith just popped a fluorescent bulb that was already mostly burned out due to the Rebel's ion barrage. The level of light was only marginally affected. And Aleria was thoroughly confused.

 

         Did he want to break glass to strike fear into me or something?

 

         "Tell me, Jedi. Do you fear what lurks in the dark?"

 

         Aleria had to clamp her lips together to avoid the laugh that rushed to her lips. Was this guy for real? Did he not know that the station was already dark and had been for at least ten minutes now?

 

         She couldn't help the awful rebuttal but held her tongue until the right moment. When the Sith sprung from where he stood and lept toward her right side, Aleria stood her ground, shifted her weight to balance herself against her assailant, and clicked the button to her shoulder mounted light as she turned, projecting the full cone of light directly at where the Sith's face was based on his momentum and trajectory. Then, as the blade of his light saber triggered, she caught the Sith's arm at the wrist when it would've made contact against her metal prosthetic.

 

         "Nah, I prefer the light side of things." Aleria said, keeping all of the humor in her smile despite her struggle against the fit of giggles that fought to burst through her cheeks. Instead of keeping the Sith in her grip, she let his strike continue and countered his saber with the saber in her left hand and stepped back, using her weight to keep her grounded. The clash of blue and lavender made a a wild bright surge creating a build up of heat. But even as sweat built on her brow, Aleria was smiling.

 

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