[Assault on Al'doleem]No Escapees

[Wes Thul Drast]

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Assault on Al'doleem
Rebel base​

There were battles raging across the tiny moon of Al'doleem, despite its overwhelming amount of water. For the better part of the past afternoon, aircraft had been screaming across its skies, carrying both Imperial and rebel troops, who did their best to shoot the other down and ensure they remained at the bottom of the sea. It was a beautiful backdrop for such a terrible thing, but Wes took solace in the fact that they were doing the Galaxy a favor by keeping the order and suppressing the Resistance before they could do it any more damage. It was likely his higher-ups would not see things that way; Wes, an Imperial agent, was cooperating with Old Empire troops in their wipe of the Jedi. Should he be caught or identified, he would likely be tried for treason. Which was why he had taken precautions, in masking his face and signature.

He'd met his companion earlier, on the ship that had taken them to the small island off some coast where a rebel base and Jedi temple rested. The structure they were targeting was small on the inside, but had likely been dug into the hill, and was likely full of underground chambers--it was hard to discern from the kilometer that separated them.

Wes and his companion, an Old Empire Zabrak Acolyte, were overseeing the installation of 2 anti-air cannon, each about 20 meters apart, which were hooked up to their own external generators and targeting computers, among other things. The vehicles that had transported the artillery were slightly farther away, stationed just in case the workers setting up the cannons needed any help. They'd set up camp on a more vegetated island luckily, which should provide decent cover. Trees were scattered here and there, and their weapons painted camo green. The sky above them was clear and visible.

The Imperial agent leaned against a tree for now, his eyes rested on the sky above, every once in a while glancing around the island. Should any attckers come, he would notice.

"It's a quiet day, all things considered." he remarked the Zabrak. Their job was boring. They might as well make conversation.

@Kayenta Moenkopi

 

[Doz Noth]

The Zabrak female had read up on the hastey briefing in transit from Korriban to the outskirts of time, or so it seemed. Where the kark was Al’doleem anyway, she wondered as she scanned the data pad’s charts of the sector. What she saw was staggering. How had this group of dissidents manage to grab up so many planets? It hardly mattered, the Emperor was sending them out to handle the matter and she was confident the concerted attack in the region would shut this rebellion down. Her eyes trailed over the list of planets to which this infection had spread and she shook her head. It truly staggered the imagination that between both halves of the Empire Proper they had allowed this to happen.

She shut the data pad down, just looking at it made her feel like the Galaxy was closing in on itself, rotting from both the inner and outer rims. She did not lose heart, however, for what she found to be especially promising was the appointment of the Sith Lord Varyn Rask as Commander of the offensive. Perhaps things were starting to look up for the Empire at last.

Doz had focused somewhat upon the man they had charged to accompany her to bring punishment to the rabble. She raised her eyebrows at the mask slightly wishing him luck with his defection. But was he committed to his choice? What did she really know about this Wes Thul Drast anyway? Oh that he was one of them was more than obvious, the eyes gave it away everytime. This Wes was not the first Drast she had encountered by no means. They had bred like crazy. Her very own partner was of their lineage, though Tarsus Drast would have cut off his other arm before hiding who and what he was like this scion of the great woman Andraste. How far the blood has thinned when even the timid ones found courage to flee the sinking ship the Imperial Republica had become.

Somehow she and many who shared her views on the ‘Republica’ would have to come to terms with these wealkings if the Empire was ever to be complete once more. It was going to be a hard road, undoing all the animosity and ingrained scorn they all felt for these brethren who spit upon tradition and cast aside the Rule of the Strong. She didn’t much care for having to re-evaluate her own prejudices, but she would try. It was the will of Darth Vrael, she would comply, somehow… but geesh, just look at him hiding behind that mask.

The woman deemed him beneath her notice and hadn’t spoken a word to him the whole way. She had quietly seen to the unloading of her Anti-air cannon, had commended the soldiers for deploying so swiftly, then climbed aboard the gunnery pad to plot out an appropriate location to set up her nest in coordination with her ‘partner’. The truck took off pulling her and the hover cannon through the wilderness. Upon reaching the location, about a kilometer out from the ancient temple these rebels had crawled into, she shivered. The whole area unsettled her in the worst way, felt wrong, and… just like ants were crawling everywhere underneath her skin.

Drawing upon the force she let the familiar sensations aid in blocking out the overwhelming taint of the land. Her companion’s words at last prompted her to break the silent treatment. ”The Empire should glass this place.”

It was time to do everything they could, erect some portable barriers of duracrete, hook up all the components, and go through the start up routine to ensure everything was functioning properly. Her compliment of guards would disperse about the area hiding in the underbrush, while the artillery specialist tended to his area of expertise with the cannon. It was a good spot, and despite what she thought about Wes’ bravery in committing to his life path despite the consequences, she had to admit he had done well in locating the best vantage spot in which to erect the battery of cannons.

Her nest would be about 20 meters to the west of his and was hidden from view as best could be without obscuring the rotation of her guns. But she had no confidence in the mission. Two guns? Against how many airships? Well she and this Drast would do what they could.

Once all the components were erected, she intended to keep guard while the Artillery specialist made everything ready for action. And yet she had to wonder how many bombs they could withstand before having to abandon the cannons? Shaking her head she thought even a child could count to one.

@vamp @Raydo @Sangga

Spoiler

npc guards are for fluff. holding for 48 hours for opposition forces to join. will continue in block post fashion or switch to difficulty checks after that time.

 

[Luy]

The roar of the escaping ships was in the distance. On the beach the sand shuffled, and a small crustacean emerged. The tide was on the turn and soon this beach would be flooded once more as tide and time moved on. But as it scuttled, sideways along the crisp white sand; a disant whine grew louder. The world roared for but a moment as a landspeeder made landfall on the beach just over the small creature’s head.

It banked and halted at the treeline, away from seafoam and curious crabs. A figure in brown robes lumbered out of the vehicle. Large boots stomped around the craft and branches were bent to provide some cover. Time was of the essence, but a hidden escape craft may be an important asset. In the command suites, they’d seen the artillery make their landings on the island, tactically it made the military officers nod. The robed individual had bowed and made his intent known. He would defend them all in this rearguard action. He had not asked for help, but on his way out command insisted they’d send something, or someone.

The large figure paused, removed an item from his belt and then took a knee. For a moment they were still, the coastal wind buffeting the robes and their tendrils. Were they looking to the ground, maybe something was on their boot. No, those who truly knew would feel an absence, the being had hidden themselves, not from sight but had reduced their presence within the Force. The hulking brute of a humanoid then made haste through the thickening treeline, in their element they made their way to the higher ground on the West of the island.

Not long, but not in the quickest of time, the sap stained robes bended with bits of caught bracken and the mud and earth raked up from the scrabbling ascent. All appearance of a civilised scholar seemed to smear away and now crouched its advance slowed down. As the trees thinned on the approach to the summit, the creature of this wood lowered further and moved to a larger tree. Tapping the bark, as if acknowledging this friend it glimpsed around the trunk. There was a barrel, and walls being erected around the summit. But notably the walls were not all physical, something was drawing the Force up there, like a shield wall. It did not want to be here, and that fit to this Jedi’s wants as well. He took in a few deep breaths, ensuring that he suppressed his presence, like the end of an incense stick.

Without another thought, the figure moved out of the tree line, toward the picket line among the underbrush with all possible care. He could be seen at anymoment if the Force was not with him, so he moved as if it wasn't. A stoic neutrality worn like a mask, his discipline and control keeping him steady as the level of risk rose. His near prone form moved form from bush to shrub, until he was upon the sentry lines. Encroaching upon the perimeter like a stalking insect, each movement now planned and enacted with care, he came across a foxhole of this soldiery. The two sentries were making recaf on a camping stove, Luy’s meaty hands emerged from the underbrush and grabbed each by the back of their armour’s gorget and hauled them into the thicker underbrush. A few strikes to their heads left them still, but alive. Luy didn’t waste time picking off anymore than needed and a hole in the perimeter had been made, so he headed to the wall.

At its base, he kept a look out for other patrols, the ground was open here and it was only a matter of time. He grasped at his saber and took in a few breaths, that coal of an incense stick within him was aglow, its warmth grew and touched the kindling of his being. The Force’s warmth coursed through his limbs. He took a few steps back from the wall and then with a few bounding strides he leaped to the top of this battlement and ignited his viridian blade. “Greetings, we’re a little busy at the moment, but I am happy to oblige.”

@Wes Thul Drast @Doz Noth @Varus Wren

 

[Varus Wren]

The dropship kept low, just above the water as they made their approach on the beach. The artillery pieces had been seen as they were dropped on the island and Varus had been sent to keep them at bay with the final evacuations were made.

They approached a side of the beach where heavy growth gave them cover so there approach would not be seen. Once Varus and the small group of soldiers with him had jumped out onto the sandy beach, the dropship buzzed back the way it had come.

They had to move quickly, but he wanted to move slow enough they didn't fall into any trap. As they came to the tree line, they saw the group preparing the weapons. Just as they were about to make their attack, a robed Feeorin jump atop a small barricade. Varus looked to one of the Rebel Soldiers. "That's Luy, he's one of us." the soldier whispered back.

"Alright, don't kill him then." he said as the Jedi ignited his blade. They were still in the treeline, but would be close enough to cover this Luy fellow should it come to that. They were about 50 meters off to the Feeorin's right. As soon as there was any reaction to his presence they would engage.

Spoiler: OOC

NPCs are for fluff obviously and gear is noted in my CS

 

[Wes Thul Drast]

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Well, it wasn't too surprising that the Jedi would send someone to deal with the cannons. The Imperial strike hadn't officially reached the temple yet, so that left the light siders with some men to spare. First, the bipedal octopus showed up, bursting from behind the wall without warning. He had cloaked himself rather well, although the cover went to hell the moment he jumped on to the battlements instead of surprising Wes and the Zabrak--Dos? Doz?--with an attack. Then again, perhaps surprise attacks were not Jedi-like. The Drast didn't particularly care--a bad decision is a bad decision.

He was on even higher alert after their unexpected guest showed up. It was highly unlikely he was on his own, so Wes kept his eyes peeled, and a few seconds later, the bushes to his far left rustled. They were 50 meters away, but heightened hearing ensured he would not be caught flat-footed. Wes craned his head and looked at the commotion--he could see the shine of several guns behind an armored man. He didn't need to see the helmet; no scrappy rebel wore armor like that. They were dealing with a mercenary, who was likely more skilled than the squid that was speaking.

Wes broke into a sprint as the Feeorian ignited his blade, but he wasn't heading for the battlements. As the Drast passed the Zabrak, his legs pounding on the ground with enhanced speed, he said a few words, only loud enough for her to hear. "You take Seafood. I'll greet our second guest."

He tore toward the treeline, running side to side to make aiming at him nearly impossible. Even if the mercenary lined up and took a shot, Wes was not just prepared to dodge--he was anticipating it. His muscles already prepared for the feint. In his right arm, he held his lightsaber, igniting it as he closed the distance. He would see what the newcomer did before properly engaging, and the Sith was ready for anything, the Force gathering in the palm of his hand.

@Raydo

 

[Doz Noth]

Doz sighed heavily dividing her attention between the men at her canon working to make the set up completely operational and to the perimeter. Her paces carried her across the small patch of ground they had trampled behind the barricades letting her senses expand about the area. She could just detect the men outside the knee-walls of the fortification and wondered if they had concealed themselves properly. Clad in her Armor, she flexed her fingers impatiently within the dueling gloves that reached up toward her elbows. The motion of her legs was not impaired by the rest of her attire, which consisted of grey leggings tucked into knee boots of the same hue accented by a long loin cloth which hung suspended from her waist beneath her form fitting doublet. A red sash hung at her waist which had seen more nefarious duties other than ornamental ones.

Why hadn’t the guard’s checked in yet? It shouldn’t take them that long to camouflage themselves. Pausing in her movements about a third of the way between her gun and the barricade wall, the wind blowing tendrils of her free flowing mane of darkness about the scarlet hues of her face, she drew her arm across her chest to cue the comm link. That was when the Feeorian leapt upon the knee wall and made his rather pert introduction. It was the ignition of the light saber that hastily put it all together for her. Jedi; and able to mask his signature in the force. He must have dispatched with someone, maybe all, out there accounting for the silence from the men in the fields.

Her right hand ceased its motion to slash horizontally through the air to her side and exerted just a small measure of the force to cause her saber to leap into her outstretched palm. That was when her partner decided to run away from the battle and abandon her to the Jedi behemoth. He didn’t stop when he had crossed the 20 meters to her own position either but just kept on going for the western wall. Had she been close enough she would have tripped him and driven her saber into his eye. Igniting her saber, twin blades of crimson extended from either end of her saber staff. What had the man thought, that Jedi were only dropping out of the sky on Corellia?

About to bite his head off she heard his words, which did little to quell her ire; at least at first. Seafood? Why that Xenophobic mongrel...wait, second guest? Doz dare not take her eyes from the Feeorian to check and see, whatever was going on to her flank Wes was going after it. Perhaps she had misjudged him. It was all the thought she gave the matter as she strode across the distance toward the wall. At least now she had a notion as to why her skin was crawling, was this how the light side of the force felt? She had been wrong to so quickly dismiss the sensation.

Acolyte Noth knew she was going to have her hands full and could already see the man topped her by more than a foot, maybe two! What twisted uses might the man put the force to? Studying the Jedi wasn’t actually a smart career move and she had heard of those who ventured too close to those old mysterious often times were slain as tainted and lost heretics. That is assuming one could find the texts. Possession of such subversive materials was basically treason. She couldn’t help but think that had been a huge mistake. She knew at least they have telekinesis for she had seen the woman on the news feed hurling slabs of duracrete through the air at the Sith on Corellia. It hardly mattered she would just have to not die, and as everyone knew that light siders shunned the true power the force bestowed upon the faithful, she felt that perhaps she might just stand a chance.

With her saber staff held horizontally to the ground before her at waist height, she would be in prime position to counter his attack whether that might come in the form of blaster shots before she could close the distance, or an attack as he leapt down from the wall to employ his tainted saber of verdant green. ”I assure you I am worth the time”, was all she had to say. Intimidating monologue had its place in an interrogation chamber, but that had to fall by the wayside upon the field of battle.

@Sangga

 

[Luy]

While they noticed him and began to run, Luy acted. He leapt with the Force toward the Zabrak, ensuring to place a path between him, the fleeing acolyte, the zabrak and the guns. His saber held out to his side as his heavy tread stamped into the floor. One pace more, another and his blade moved with an arc to swipe up at the fleeing acolyte with an intent to wound the fleeing Sith. This swipe would then bring the blade up to counter any swings back at him from either of the Sith, but this Feeorin was not stopping for anyone.

The Zabrak ignited her blade, something that the other should’ve done upon sighting Luy’s own Viridian saber. It mattered not, Luy was prepared to fight them both if needed, but the guns had to come first. That was the objective here, the guns. These Acolytes could try and stop him, his blade, his movement and The Force would make that a very difficult task. But the evacuation could not fall to these canons, anymore than he could fall here.

Luy now entered the Sith’s reach. This is where the danger lay, his green blade was between them, he did not intend to attack her. If she stood her ground and attacked he’d deflect her weapon away from him and carry his charge into her, trampling her if need be, but looking to knock her off her feet. If she stepped away, that was his opening to the guns.

@Varus Wren @Wes Thul Drast @Doz Noth

 

[Varus Wren]

The Jedi ran at the Sith charging at Varus, a half second before the Feeorin's attack would the hit the charging Sith's right flank Varus squeezed the trigger four times. The first shot was aimed at the man's chest, and the subsequent two shots would be six inches further to the left. The Fourth shot would be thrown at the Female Sith to keep her occupied for the time being. Even as the trigger was pulled for the fourth time, he was reaching down for the small orb on his belt. He rolled the concussion grenade hard through the shin length grass. It would roll 10 meters and come to rest, concealed by the grass it would be hard to see. He ducked back behind the barrier and started moving along the wall to his right

 

[Wes Thul Drast]

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Wes had only just begun running when the Jedi leaped off his wall. As the man charged toward him, the Drast readied himself, and pivoted on his right foot as the swipe up came, likewise slashing his own blade at the Feeorin's upper thighs, in a right-left motion. The Jedi's attack had begun low and went up, while Wes' had begun low and stayed low, going horizontally instead of vertically. When the Feoorin's blade went up, past thigh-level, the Sith's blade would slash into his thighs, cleaving them all the way unless he did something to defend himself. Because he was still swiping up, it would be hard to instantly swipe back down to block the attack. The Jedi would have to prove his craftiness to avoid getting his legs amputated.

Because Wes hadn't moved left, the two shots coming from the bushes flew past him and were more of a danger to the Jedi should he move even an inch forward, the one aimed toward his chest getting closer to home but not doing much damage other than grazing his upper right arm, not quite enough to break his concentration, but enough for him to feel the tiny sting and get even more irritated than he was before. The dark side was slowly beginning to gather within the Drast, feeding off his emotions.

The concussion grenade the man had thrown was likely meant for Wes, but he hadn't ran the 40 meters needed, since he'd been forced to stop and defend against the Jedi. It would likely explode uselessly, its blast range not even close to the Sith.

 

[Doz Noth]

The grass wasn’t all that high as they had trampled [ ooc: see post #6 ] the area set up behind the barricades, at any rate Doz had as yet to spare a moment to look in that person’s direction knowing she was going to have her hands full of Feeorian surprise. Though she could feel the person’s life force she could not detect if they might be force sensitive or no. This was no guarantee they were not for she hadn’t sensed the Jedi Feeorian at all till he announced himself on the barricade, let alone if he could wield the force.

It was a pretty picture of mayhem in action. Wes darting off toward the west wall, herself running forward, and yet blaster fire from that unseen assailant cut her off from the Feeorian as he landed between her and the fleeing Thul-Drast. It surprised her to see him attacking her partner rather than herself and since he was not stopping for anything that she could see, she did.

Content to let the man run into the two bolts of friendly fire to her partner’s right flank that had been released a half second before the Jedi’s attack would engage Wes, the one bolt that whizzed past Wes’ left side caused her to plant her forward leading right foot on the ground in order to avoid its biting touch. She tipped her blade to rebound the bolt that came past his left side and sent it ricocheting back toward the Feeorian before her.

Still holding the force within her as she had previously been seeking sign of their men in the fields, she picked up the motion of the unknown assailant moving down along the west wall. It only made sense to flank their position and keep them busy while this wild card of an enemy moved to take out the guns. That could not be permitted to happen. While the technicians worked furiously to get the canons online and operational, they had to keep this spot locked down. If they could even take down one transport fleeing this tainted land then the sacrifice of their lives would be worth it.

Doz moved her left foot forward then and pushed at the ground with the might of her strength augmented by that of the force. The effort caused her to vault up into the air and she tucked herself into a backward somersault to land upon the western canon her team was preparing for activation. Very little of the force had been utilized and she continued to gather its power to her so she might protect the canon with everything she could.

@Luy @Raydo @vamp

 

[Luy]

As the Human Sith pivoted he attempted to attack instead of defending himself, the Feeorin rolled his wrist and he executed a textbook cho mai, the Sith’s gloves caused his blade to halt and shatter the arm guard. But it did not sever the arm. The blade skidded along the gauntlet, redirecting the Sith's saber away, and grazing the upper arm. An opening was cleared, the Sith's attack avoided, and the large Feeorin continued to sprint forward towards the other Acolyte as laser rounds then struck his previous opponent.

With the delay from the halted attack and the Force flowing through him Luy saw a shot streak by. Using the sweep off of the Human Sith’s arm, Luy deflected the shot deflected by the Zabrak. Luy had studied Soresu attentively as he felt its defensive skill matched his view of a fight. He cared not for the direction of the blasts, just a sheer focus on staying alive and using controlled and economical movements to ensure this.

As the female Zabrak fled, Luy continued his advance. His saber raised, but the augmentation to his speed dropping. He began to focus the Force into his left hand, feeling the focus he allowed it to flow through him and into this point. What would they do now? Who was the gunman on the grassy rise? Either way, Luy had to press on to the guns.

@Raydo @vamp @Kayenta Moenkopi

 

[Varus Wren]

The male Sith pivoted to his own right, the first shot grazed the man, but as Varus continued shooting to his own left, the Sith rotated directly into the next two shots. One struck the man in the side and one in the back as he turned further into the shots. He took no time to relish in the victory, this was war and simple business for Varus.

Varus was already moving down the wall to the South behind cover. He made sure to stay lower behind the walls, but he moved quickly. He popped out behind cover directly west of the turret the Sith had landed and shot twice at the back of the woman's lower calves.

 

[Wes Thul Drast]

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He'd made a slight miscalculation, and it sort of hurt. Figuratively, sure, but mostly physically. As Wes pivoted and struck out at the Jedi, two things happen.

One: two blaster bolts hit him. One in the back—which he felt less strongly—and one in the side, which burned like a motherfekker. The Sith hissed on impact and gripped his lightsaber's hilt, though he couldn't help but arch his back from the pain.

Two: the Jedi hit his gauntlet, causing it to shatter to pieces and fall to the ground like cheap stone. The blade knocked away his hand and he could feel it burning his forearm in the half second before his arm went out of reach. No problem, he told himself, though his back and left side were sending white-hot waves of pain coursing through his body.

However, it was too much for one to handle. Wes took a few fevered steps toward the nearest tree, the only thing on his mind being seeking shelter. He collapsed, face-forward, half of his body behind cover while the rest poked out. Luy had gone toward Doz, and the shooter was focusing her as well, thankfully for Wes. Perhaps she would make it out alive and save his ass. Perhaps she would get taken down as well.

He faded out of consciousness, unaware of where he will wake up next—or if he will wake up.

Knocked out​

 

[Doz Noth]

Well that bit the big one, she thought as she saw Wes fall to the ground; guess they weren’t making Thul-Drasts any stronger in the Republica than they did their Drasts!

Ah Harren would have loved that, and she couldn’t stop grinning even as she lept from the canon, evading two blaster bolts that literally came out of HER left field, to land upon the ground running. She was a battle medic and you didn’t leave a downed man behind. Doz might not be able to defend these canon on her own but she sure as Kark could risk everything for the wounded.

Fleet of foot without a thought to her own safety she let the accumulation of the force in her body hurl her across the ground until she planted her forward leading foot to the ground and spun round in the dirt to the Feeorin’s west. Her right foot swung around from the force of her motion to thwack young Wesley in the foot, the better half of him hidden behind the tree.

Raising her hand, the crackling of energy filling her palm she called out to the men, ”There they are boys. Two brand new canons courtesy of the Empire. Take them and be damned or come and meet your deaths!”

Yeah, Harren would have loved to have seen that. She hoped the next time he fed upon the dead he thought of her and smiled. Then she let loose a blood curdling banshee scream for the shits and giggles of it all. There you go, Goldilocks. I'll save you a place in Deucalian hell.


@Sangga @Raydo @vamp @Denzein

 

[Luy]

The fierce concern for her comrade was almost admirable, but like all Sith before, her emotions had blinded her. As she leapt forward he halted his charge, his feet dug deep. He let the invisible energy, stored within his grasp, fly from his hand. Knocking her from the air, sailing backwards, and slamming her into the artillery piece with such strength that Luy winced.

The Jedi’s hand dropped, to his saber. The blade raised in a two handed guard. His eye fell upon his foe; a discerning gaze that had seen so much over the years. The focus on the Jedi’s face was not of fury, nor of panic. It was terrifying in its lack of malice or fear. This Jedi had cooly and calmly enacted each motion. Now he took no pride or glee in his victory. Appaling in the absence of emotion, a void of emptiness. He saw her move slightly, saw the anger within her; the outrage at his attack. His viridian blade hummed as he brought it to bear in a firm guarding stance. “Don’t try it. We have you outgunned and outmaneuvered.”

@Raydo @vamp @Kayenta Moenkopi

 

[Varus Wren]

She leaped into the air out of the way of his shots. He expected her to move to run away but she had leaped towards her fallen comrade and the approaching. With his rifle still raised, he tracked her movement not wanting to fire until he had a good shot.

As she landed, the Jedi raised his hand and unleashed a wave of energy that would send her flying back into the gun she had just lept from. If she landed against the gun, Varus would shoot five more times in her direction in an attempt to end the fight.

If she found a way to subvert the Jedi's magic, he would cover the fallen Sith's body and would fire on her three times as she approached. If she wanted to die alongside her friend, Varus would not lose any sleep over it.

Atleast this time, the Jedi wasn't in his direct field of fire, not that he would lose any sleep over his death either.

 

[Doz Noth]

She hadn’t expected to be attacked with a force push so powerful, the taint of the light side unsettled her quite a bit more than the force of impact as she crashed into the canon. She landed against the canon’s base, her back against the metal and her legs stretched out on the ground beneath her and was enveloped with the surge of pain spreading from her spine throughout her body. That was a good sign, her back was not broken then.

What was the Feeorin saying, don’t try it? How could she not? Wes was out there, possibly dying. Of course surrender was out of the question. What was that? She must have been absent that day in the academy when they trained Sith how to give up.

The Jedi had shown his might, however, and she wouldn’t discount it again. The thought of even abandoning the worthless Imperial didn’t enter her mind. For this mission he was her ally and that was all that mattered. She had however been practicing a technique she had witnessed first hand through both Arianna Marris and Harren Skaalvarg; the force scream. The pain in her back, a sensation some Sith fed upon to stoke the fires within, the frustration at being so easily balked, the revulsion over the taint this light-sider spread upon the force, and especially the absence of Tarsus at her side, all served to feed her competitive nature and her need to strive against all odds.

All she did was open her mouth and let it all pour out upon the Jedi, the scream of hatred and rage that fed her soul and gave her power to manipulate the force. Sending the enhanced sound waves out toward Luy would not negate the nature of sound which moved in all directions. Those within the area of effect, limited as it was and unlikely to affect the mysterious man at the perimeter, would experience a disruption in their equilibrium as though stricken by intense vertigo at the very least, perhaps bleeding from the ears and eyes. With her capability it would provide a dazing effect and hopefully time enough to make it to Wes’ side and the cover of that tree. It was a shame she had not time to master the technique for she had seen it kill in the most grisly of fashions. Even so, it was not an exaggeration to say she wielded it with skill.

Completely unaware of the blaster fire coming toward her, she was still pinned upon the side of the canon dealing with the shock to her spine from the collision. But perhaps the canon itself might hinder the gunner’s aim, at least in hitting her vital systems.

For certain she was not just lying there screaming like a banshee, but rather as she released her vocal attack upon the Feeorin, her left hand was bringing her still active light saber before her at chest height to her inclined posture slung against the base of the canon.

@Sangga @Raydo @vamp

 

[Varus Wren]

She hit hard against the cannon and let a scream that sent out a wave of energy, Varus was safe, supposedly outside the range of a such an attack but he still noted to the attack.

As her attack finished, the blaster shots he had already fired reached her. Two hit the gun, which obscured her chest and head. A third and fourth shot also missed her, but one shot managed to get through striking her in her outer left thigh.

He could admire the willingness to stay and fight when the odds were down, if it weren't for the tainting presence of the Force, perhaps she would have made an decent Mandalorian.

Her wound would certainly not be life-threatening if she received treatment in a timely manner perhaps she could even muscle through the incredible pain of such a wound for a short period of time but it would grow her disadvantage and would certainly slow her down.

He still held his rifle trained, ready to fire on her if she moved towards Luy or Wes. He would fire two shots at her if she did. The first would be directed at her already wounded leg, the second at her left arm, near the shoulder.

 

[Luy]

The scream tore into him, his hearing set ablaze by the wrath of the Acolyte. Everything seemed to swim in a viscous air. Without sound the speed of the wind, of flying craft and blaster fire was indeterminable. He could not see all, onl that before him; such as the Sith and her blade.

Luy stilled his mind from any natural reaction, his yes closing. The lightsaber’s hilt was drawn up just below his chin. His stance had him holding the lightsaber horizontally, with the lightsaber hilt still ignited. The hum pushed back the ringing and Luy’s focus and sense of place returned.

He calmed, a sigh was released and he dropped into a meditative state, within this stance. He fell deeply into the Centre of his Being. He isolated himself from this emotion, the emotion and the Fears and Anger of the battlefield. The wind of the battlefield tore at his robes and still the Feeorin stood firm. All debris and detritus of the artillery emplacement, and surrounding woodland drifted around or into him and he remained still.

Luy trusted the Force, he knew to rely on his instincts and now he placed his life in their hands. The Force would not lead him to harm, and the Sith would sense the Force gathering to the aura of the Feeorin. He did not move, and it was not dragged by intent. The Force around them was almost inclined to pool within the Feeorin’s serene presence.

@Kayenta Moenkopi @Raydo @vamp

 

[Doz Noth]

Music of the Past​

The first thing Doz did when she ceased her defensive move was to bring her right hand to her left wrist and activate her distress beacon. Hopefully the Deucalian would do more than laugh and ignore her urgent need. She knew that with him being deployed to Naboo he would never make it before her corpse soured and he would be unable to eat her body and acquire her strength. But at least perhaps he could claim her horns and make a fancy necklace; Doz was sure even he was not so dumb as to believe that witch tale she had spun about ground Zabrak horn and virility.

Her eyes took in the sight of the Jedi barely weaving from her attack and was mildly impressed he wasn’t falling to the ground with the attack she had just unleashed to his equilibrium; but then her body finally awoke to the shot in her thigh and she could no longer ponder the might of this warrior.

Outer left thigh… her mind went over her anatomy thankful that the bolt had not pierced her leg to sever the large artery running down her inner thigh. She didn’t even check the wound for she knew it would have instantly cauterized as the bolt struck home. Grateful that she had about 3 seconds left to live, for the stamina of the Feeorin would surely be bolstered by all the force energy she felt accumulating around him, she figured it was as good a day as any to die. It was fitting, and served her belief in the rule of the strong. Her fatal mistake had been set in stone the moment she stepped out onto the field of battle without "Tarsus" at her side. The two had often times moved as one. She saw him take her hand, the feel of his metal fingers gripping her hip, and they had danced like they were the only beings in existence. Would he mourn her loss? Would he even remember her name…

She would never get to talk him into letting her outfit him with her experimental prosthesis now. That breakthrough in technology would be lost with her unless someone bothered to access her research database. It couldn’t be helped. One thing was for sure, she couldn’t afford to waste the precious seconds her attack had created. She looked at her leg finally and noted there had been blood, but the bulk of her wound was charred and she could smell the characteristic odor of burning flesh.

With her thoughts running full tilt as they were, her musings took no real time at all, but that would end even as she rolled herself to the ground and began her slow crawl to Wes’ side. There was nothing she could do about the shooter, all her energy had gone into the attack against the Jedi and it had not been enough. It was best to get this over with rather than deal with whatever subversion of the force that light sider was brewing within.

The first shot took her in the leg and she cried out as she felt the bone shatter below the knee. The second just missed her dueling gloves striking her upper arm, her hand losing its grip upon her saber as the shot severed her bicep tendon; she could no longer turn her wrist over at all. In her mind she was still crawling, struggling to get to her fallen comrade but in reality the fingers at the end of her outstretched right arm did nothing more than to scrape at the ground. A smile etched her lips even as she mouthed the words to the song by which she had lost her heart before losing consciousness; ’we could be immortals, just not for long, for long...’.

@Sangga @Raydo