Open Invasion Battle of Felucia

[Dusty Daytonus]

Well, evidently the Sith blastboat didn't want to play. As much as Dusty could admire the serene beauty of flying aimlessly through the clouds, the Glymphid craved action above all else so when he saw that Shorkattatha did not folow, he abruptly changed course. Quickly shutting off his afterburner to make it easier to handle the freighter, Dusty angled the Fancy downwards and then hit the afterburner again, blasting with both of his cannons at the blastboat below relentlessly. Because of his higher altitude, hitting the blastboat was fairly easy, especially as his fusial afterburner brought him closer and closer to the ship with every second. Distracted as the blastboat was with the strafing and torpedo run, it looked like an easy an inviting target especially since it'd already taken hits previously.

As an added "fuck you", he opened up the comm channel to the madclaw again and had his astromech droid emit a high pitched screech which, as annoying as it was to hear on Dusty's end, would be absolute torture due to the feedback from the microphone on Shorkattatha's end.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Kanan Marek]

The enemy ship's (@Mr. Teatime) approach was not subtle, the sound of its engine and the roar of its cannons increasing in volume and speed by the second, but that by no means negated the effectiveness of its strafe. The pilot peppered the jungle floor with fire, attempting to hit Jedi on the advance. Clearly, the AT-TE was the pilot's next target. Kanan had a matter of seconds to prepare for the incoming attack, but a few seconds was all he would need.

"Incoming!" he yelled down to the AT's seven man crew, a warning to take any precaution and safety measure they could. Already halfway out of the walker's top hatch, Kanan strapped his rifle around his back and climbed out of the slow moving machine. The walker's sluggish movements was one of its drawbacks, but this disadvantage would now be in the ranger's best interests. His dark eyes searched the flora that surrounded them on every side, immediately falling on a green, cellophane flower of gigantic proportions. It had grown to be fifteen to twenty feet tall, providing his escape.

To Kanan's side, the AT's cycler gunner spun the dorsal turret around, a last attempt to ward off the incoming attack, but it was too late to save the AT, and the gunner didn't get a single shot off. The blastboat's cannons fired full burst, compounded by the missile that was to follow. Cannon fire tore through mushrooms and trees, but the majority of cannon fire would find their target. The missile, tracking the large war machine, would not miss and would deal the fatal, crushing blow.

Realizing there was no time for hesitation, Kanan leapt from the side of the walker to the waiting gigantic flower. The green cellophane tore and snapped from his weight, wrapping around him unceremoniously and carrying him safely to the ground, breaking his fall. It would have almost been a smooth landing, if it were not for the blast wave that followed the explosion. The blow knocked him back, rolling to a stop in the dirt as the faint smell of burning flesh began to fill his nostrils. He spotted the singe marks across his legs and torso, but to his relief none of them were serious enough to cause concern. Pain, certainly, but not concern. Gritting his teeth, the Sector Ranger was forced to witness the AT's demise as he slowly rose to his feet.

The cannon fire had torn into the side plating of the walker and killed the cycler gunner up top. The missile had blown three of its six legs out from under the walker. A dreadful scraping sound that echoed throughout the jungle would follow, the walker lurching forward and collapsing to the jungle floor in defeat.

Kanan ran to the fallen AT as fire began to spread throughout it, holding out hope that some of the crew members, given an advanced warning, had managed to survive. The sound of coughing gave him the answer he had hoped for, and he helped four soldiers out of the demolished walker before the fire could spread to them and any more smoke could fill their lungs. Sadly, the pilot, cycler gunner, and one of the forward gunners had lost their lives in the attack. Four men remained, but none of them would walk away unscathed. They were bruised and burned, with cuts scattered across their faces, but they were alive. With blast vests and blasters, they were still equipped to carry out their mission.

Moving as silently as humanly possible, Kanan led the men around the fallen walker and through the jungle until he could see the last remaining turret (Turret C) on the east side of the battlement through gaps in the jungle flora. The Sith that had been there before, diligently protecting the gunner, had abandoned his post on the wall. He now searched for new prey, and that left the gunner wide open. The turret (C) was pointed toward the jungle, eagerly awaiting any foot traffic that would attempt to rush the Sith enclave, but Kanan had no intention of abandoning the jungle and providing the Sith with an easy target.

"Watch our backs," Kanan quietly ordered three of the remaining soldiers. "Keep a sharp eye on all sides and be ready for anything. Set your rifles to stun."

With three men watching their backs and the the fourth man and Kanan firing on the turret, there was no chance of a Sith or anyone else taking the group by surprise. Now in position, Kanan steadied his rifle and aimed. The woman behind the seat of the eastern turret (C) was in his sights, her face burned as sweat dripped from her forehead. Squeezing the trigger, Kanan shot her twice. His rifle was not set to stun, and the woman lie dead as a result. Kanan and the soldier by his side were ready to shoot anyone else that attempted to man the turret (C), now undoubtedly being commanded by a Sith officer from within the Sith base (@Killa Ree).

 

[Shorkattatha]

The madclaw's strafing attack had both accomplished his end goal and drawn and the attention he'd wanted, plus a little extra. Dusty's freighter launching itself at boosted speeds in a completely different direction had given Shor both time and distance to complete it. Meanwhile a cycler shot from the other walker had targeted him, the 'extra attention' he hadn't actually wanted. While it was far from an anti-aircraft weapon the Blackfin was moving quick and simple and the range was short, the shot impacting the Maw's rear shields and rocking the craft. The power behind it bled through his shields and tore chunks from bottom wing, severing power and control lines to his ion cannon.

It also kept Shor from follow-up shots on the destroyed walker and those around it as he instead continued his curving path back toward the base and Dusty, thundering overhead the wreckage. Finally the other pilot had stopped ignoring him. He was at least courageous.

The screaming droid's 'message' from the freighter was quickly muted by 'Fix' and looped back on the same channel as an act of pure spite, even louder and more jarring on the return trip. When the initial attack came in while Shor was still turning he abruptly yanked the controls far up and to the left to face the freighter head on. Since Shor was no longer where Dusty thought he would be, those shots from the freighter wouldn't impact the blastboat.

The end of this maneuver would leave both ships flying toward one another in a game of chicken at top speed, a game where two ships charged one another and traded fire. While Shor's front shields had taken some shots earlier, the freighter had drained its own front shields and fried the rear. The Maw had more firepower, six laser cannons firing at the incoming freighter in an endless full barrage to strike its unprotected hull. The blastboat still had shields to defend it and now greater maneuverability, bolts striking its front as it weaved left and right to make targeting more difficult, some missing and flying above, below, or to the side.

With the unshielded freighter launching directly toward the Maw using its afterburners through a storm of bolts it could quickly be reduced to a plummeting, burning ruin. Even the blastboat wouldn't come out unscathed however, the return shots peeling off armour plating and leaving scorch marks through its front shields.

@Fantasy Liver @Sreeya @llamallove

 

[Bir Vuul]

Bir began to run west alongside the wall of the base he had committed to protecting, the Force propelling him beyond his normal talents, towards the sounds of lightsabers crashing against one another. It was hard to pick out at first, the battle surrounding the base echoing across the jungle, but it did not take a Knight nor a Marauder to know that forces of both light and dark were engaged beyond the fungal tree.

Coming to a stop once near his fellow Sith’s side (@Jaikus Altaris @Altaris ), Bir could see due south of his position that the armored Artorigas had busied himself in battle against a Jedi. Not just any Jedi but one Bir had seen before during the Invasion of Taris; a Jedi that had placed himself against Lord Stolas and survived. This man, he was most certainly a Master of the Order. Of course, Artorigas was no chump in battle either but the odds could never swing far enough to your own favor.

Reaching his left hand upward, Bir would coil the Force around the Jedi Master’s leg that had not been used for his attack against Wessex and would pull it forward in hopes of sending Vahn tumbling downward to his backside. He was directly engaged with Artorigas, his mind focused on their own dance with death, so Bir was quite sure he could catch the Master off guard due to his hasty arrival.

@Braden Drake @The Steel Stag​

 

[Darth Caelestis]

The Jedi before him seemed to follow Artorigas' lead and pour The Force within himself to augment his abilities, though he went for strength as Artorigas went for speed. The Jedi stepped forward into Artorigas strike giving it better strength and force as the Jedi also raised his left leg off the ground looking to land a kick on Artorigas leading leg. The punch was like hitting a wall, but a wall with only one brick in the floor would still tumble. The natural push pull of the saber lock along with Artorigas' close range punch, the Jedi's single point of ground contact, his twisting body motion and the now added Force Pull of the idiotic Kel Dor Bir could only result in one thing.

The pair of them collapsing to the ground. The momentum of the kick, the punch and the Force Pull meant that they fell in a spinning motion, both moving towards there left. Artorigas would crash down on his left hand side, the Jedi on his right. Their bodies weirdly intertwined Artorigas right arm and the Jedi's two above them, Artorigas left hand on the Jedi's chest and the Jedi's leg awkwardly positioned on Artorigas' hip.

Artorigas gritted through his teeth the pain of the landing lancing through his left hand side. Through Pain he gained clarity and Strength, pulling The Force within him he conjured a fire within his left hand sending the dancing flames across the fabric of the Jedi's tunic. At this distance the Jedi would not be able to dodge the initial flame moving across his body.

@The Steel Stag @Tulos

 

[Darth Draugr]

Before Xeno could push out through the force, Isen had been able to whip his saber in an upward motion. It was swift and at the angle of the saber, the blade would come through the forearm of Xeno. Leaving his hand dropping onto the ground. The pain was there at an excruciating level for only a moment before shock came into play. The Zabrak could see his own body part, his hand, lying on the ground detached from his body. A burning feeling would linger in his arm as it was slowly becoming stronger once more.

He couldn't move either as a stasis of the force had been curling around him. Trying to fight it as best as he could he would use the force to try for a blast, though before he could get his blast off Jaesa had landed with her strike behind him. Luckily it was not fatal, as it had only managed to scratch across his back from his shoulder to the opposite hip. He had never felt this much pain before. Aside from when Darth Raze had his go and threw him out the window of a castle. The burning pain was immense and Xeno could feel himself growing weaker. Dropping to both knees he would look Isen in the eyes as he would try to speak before slipping into unconsciousness.

"Y-y-you... fight.. like.. a c-coward... all of you..."

As he spoke, he spoke with anger. The words were loud enough to be heard but also filled with pain. His eyes glowing with hatred. Though after he managed to get that out, his muscles all over went limp and his eyes closed. The body of the red Zabrack would fall forward and land on the dirt below as some dust lifted after his fall. Xeno will remember the faces of the Jedi that fought without courage. But not as much as he will remember his allies leaving him to die.

Luckily Xeno will be able to survive this, but he will not be able to defend himself any longer as he lies unconscious on the dirt of Felucia at the mercy of the Jedi Isen, Sevrin, and Jaesa...

@Sreeya @Isen @lizziie

 

[Deva Gendrel]

With one turret offline and the other with its' gunner shot, there was only one thing left to do.

She exhaled gustily, gritting her teeth. Seems like she would have to defend it herself.

"Get a team over and get that online; bring another gunner to the other one," Indicating for them to takeover Turret B to begin maitenance. "Stop at nothing and bring it back online; soon as it's ready, fire at that walker."

She stood, and half-dragged a technician over to the display, shoving them into the seat. "Keep me posted on activity; you see any of them get close, you call me right away," she ground out, pulling the hood over her hair as violet eyes began to burn yellow.

"Let's hunt."

With technicians rushing to bring the second turret back online, she would walk with the others to bring the one that was once under Bir's control, mindful of the rubble of the freighter from Dusty's earlier assault. The crimson blade lit with an ominous snap-hiss, and as she strode out onto the wall, the smell of burning vegetation greeted her senses. Her back burned with the knots coiled tightly with the strain of holding at bay the Dark Side; it was that pesky Ranger below that she would deal with first.

Stepping near the turret and shielding the gunner's entrance with her body, she held the lightsaber up to deflect any blaster bolts that would fly their way, raising her other hand as she did.

With a savage yank of her wrist away from her body, one of the bigger mushrooms would begin to fall directly next to the group, intent to crush some of them, if not eliminate them entirely under the weight of the vegetation. Meanwhile, other technicians began to scramble to brave the remaining fire from the remaining walker, intent to bring it online to return fire. A new gunner slid into place for the one she guarded, preparing to fire once the Sith Marauder was done playing with her new toys.

@llamallove

 

[Jaikus Thorne]

Landing from the walls and onto the jungle floor, Jaikus immediately rose to his feet and began to sprint forward, carefully weaving through the mushroom trees and oversized pitcher plants that dominated the Felucian landscape. Reaching out with his mind, Jaikus began to meticulously probe the overgrowth for where the Serennian had engaged the Jedi Master, coming to the realization that trying to locate them through the dense fauna would have been a tedious and time-consuming affair.

It took him several precious moments, but eventually Jaikus was able to locate his quarry, tendrils of his consciousness pinpointing their location on the battlefield. Turning on a heel, the Marauder made a sharp left and diverted from the path he was on, carving through the fungal jungle until he came upon where Artorigas had engaged Vahn.

When the Axxilan began his march into the wilderness, he had expected to engage the Jedi Master with saber in hand, but the sight before him caused him to pause. Instead of dueling on their feet, the Jedi and Sith were tangled around each other on the jungle floor like two wrestlers, each grappling for dominance at intimately close quarters. Jaikus hesitated to swing his saber, recognizing that the slightest mistake was just as likely to decapitate Artorigas as it was their enemy. A new strategy was in order.

Keeping his saber pointed to the ground in his right hand, Jaikus extended left out towards Artorigas as while reaching out with the Force. The Axxilan dredged up the reserves of strength from within himself and projected them outward, allowing the energies to pour freely into the Serennian in an effort to enhance his attack. As a result, the flames that burst from Artorigas’ hands took on a new intensity entirely, the dancing flames transforming into roaring tendrils of fire that lurched forward hungrily, snaking across the Jedi Master’s tunic and threatening to burn him to a crisp.

While there were no other combatants immediately around them, the transfer of strength to Artorigas’ pyrokinesis took the majority of Jaikus’ concentration to maintain – leaving the Marauder precariously open to attack from other combatants should they make the effort to seek him out.

@Braden Drake @The Steel Stag

 

[Ruzaan Kai]

Things were really picking up now, the screeches of Acklays mixing with the crackling of flames and the repeated cannon blasts as the remaining AT-TE dueled the gun emplacements on the Sith base. Off to Ruzaan's left, a vicious fight was underway as lightsabers and bodies converged upon one another with murderous intent.

Ruzaan avoided it. He was running purely on survival instincts now, and they were telling him to move his wounded body towards the nearest group of allies and stay there. His heart hammered painfully against his cracked ribs and his breath came in ragged gasps as his feet carried him east around the destroyed AT-TE and towards its remaining crew. He was barely 15 meters away from the rearguard when a red lightsaber flared into existence on the wall. Oh Force...

The Sith, however, was the least of his worries; she was about 100m away and seemed determined to crush the invaders from afar. A much bigger problem quickly presented itself in the form of a giant mushroom toppling over towards the surviving AT-TE crew in front of him, courtesy of the Marauder on the wall. If Ruzaan had been older and more experienced, he might've been able to stop the plant from crashing down on his allies. Instead, he reached out his left hand, still clutching his lightsaber. Wrapping his thumb around the hilt and facing his palm towards the sky, he curled his other four fingers and gestured back towards himself, enveloping one of the crew with the Force and Pulling him back and away from the falling mushroom to safety. A second crewperson, close to the edge of where the mushroom was falling, was able to avoid the plant on her own. The third, still dazed from the earlier strafing run, disappeared under the massive stalk with a sickening crunch. Two other crew- one dressed differently and carrying a rifle- also disappeared from view, although they were a few steps ahead of the others and might've escaped the falling mushroom by moving forward, closer to the Sith base.

Time to deal with the Marauder.

"Fire on that Sith!" Ruzaan ordered the survivors on this side of the mushroom stalk. The stalk was almost a meter in diameter, and provided the them both with good cover and a stable surface to brace their blasters on. Stun bolts spat out of their blasters- three bolts each in rapid succession- and as they sped towards their target on the wall Ruzaan would once again reach out with the Force, making a gesture similar to the one he had made just moments ago. The Marauder on the wall would feel her left foot be tugged outwards towards the jungle, threatening to unbalance her and disrupt her ability to defend herself against the incoming fire. The range was extreme, especially for someone of his ability, but Ruzaan knew that it often didn't take much of a distraction for something to slip past your defenses...

@llamallove @Killa Ree

 

[Dusty Daytonus]

While it was true that the Faraway Fancy had damaged the rear emitters in diverting power, the front shields were still operational and Dusty switched power back on once he saw the blastboat turn to engage. Now shielded in the front, Dusty turned his ship so to avoid being hit. Before, the freighter was in the "standard" configuration with the cockpit being on the "left" from the Wookiee's perspective. Reorienting the ship so that the cockpit was now on the "top" of the ship presented a target that was more dagger shaped than hamburger shaped for Shorkattatha and, therefore, much harder to hit.

Coupled with the fact that Dusty continued to blast both of the Fancy's guns and had shielding in the front meant that the Glymphid's freighter was far from an easy target. That being said, with such a barrage, hits were inevitable and his front shields, just activated, were quickly depleted as he raced through the air, with some shots bleeding through and tearing a couple holes in the hull as well as severing control of his afterburners. His afterburners still on meant that the distance between the two ships was closing even faster now, limiting the time that this game of chicken could be played. As much as the afterburners messed with the ship's maneuvering, a simple course adjustment was a relatively easy task and Dusty aimed the bottom of his ship to collide with the blastboat's leftmost wing. If Shorkattatha didn't adjust his own course, at the velocity the two ship's were going, the wing would surely be ripped off.

@Mr. Teatime

 

[Sevrin Valtiere]

The AT’s gun found purchase with the ship zooming above them. They were given the order to do so again, but the aux cannons continued to focus on the turret that was rapidly attempting to come back online. The two remaining guns peppered towards the turret with blasterfire, making it difficult for anyone to successfully approach it and man it. Without a Force user or anyone else there to shield it, it was left open for attack.

The central gunner once again took aim towards the blastboat, comming the freighter about the incoming shot to avoid. With that, another single shot was fired towards the now unprotected blastboat in an attempt to knock it out of the sky. While the freighter was out of danger, if it pulled any silly maneuvers, it could get caught in the attack as well. The shot was timed in sequence after the freighter’s attempted maneuver to minimize any accidental friendly fire.

Sevrin had done very little outside of using the Force to hold someone in place. He leapt to close the distance and could spot the other altercation ahead of them. He expected to see Vahn, but spotted him not valiantly fighting off his enemies, but laying on the ground cuddling with another Sith.

“Typical,” Sevrin grumbled to himself, “Napping in the middle of a battle,” The Sephi yanked one of the sabers off the unconscious Sith next to him. With both Vahn and Art on the ground, Sevrin had line of sight on the Marauder (@Altaris ) that focused so much on his Force use that he looked as if he were straining through constipation.

Silver gaze narrowed as the Sephi hurled the ignited and borrowed saber directly at the Marauder’s chest. With his focus on enhancing Art, the man would be hard pressed to adapt to a sudden saber flying at him top speed. Sevrin didn’t stop there, igniting his own saber as he rushed towards the man to engage him. The explosions and noises all around them would make it virtually impossible to hear anyone approaching.

@Killa Ree @Fantasy Liver @Mr. Teatime @Steel

 

[Jaesa Valerin]

Two down... however many more to go. Jaesa rolled away from Xeno's unconscious body and took the next moment to survey the scene. Vahn was tangled up with a Sith. Sevrin had appeared, and made a quip about Vahn's interesting position. She watched as he snagged one of Xeno's lightsabers and threw it towards a man in the distance before following to attack. Her yellow eyes would follow him for a moment before recognition flashed through her mind.

Him? Again? Jaesa immediately took after Sevrin, but only followed a few meters before leaping up onto a short shroom tree. Her hands reached out towards Jaikus, and he would feel the weight of the Force close down around him as she focused on holding him in a stasis. He seemed to be concentrating on something, so she hoped her hold and Sevrin's sudden assault would lend them the upper hand.

tags: @Altaris @Sreeya

 

[Vahn Berand]

Vahn was briefly surprised as he felt his stabilizing leg being pulled out from under him. However, he had long been trained in how to receive blows, throws, and how to fall improperly.. He didn’t resist the fall, simply allowing himself to drop flat, adjusting his weight to allow him a brief, teetering roll along his side on the ground. It wasn’t much, but combined with the enhanced durability of his body through the Force he was able to land with only moderate discomfort. When he hit the ground he maintained his focus, his body still thrumming with the pulse of the Force.

Most importantly, he kept his grip on Artorigas’ saber hand firm, keeping that purple blade away from his own body. His Enhanced muscles would be able to hold the Sith’s arm at bay securely, pivoted so that the purple saber angled away at a forty-five degree slant. Simultaneously, Artorigas could feel Vahn thrust one leg between his own, before he bent both legs until he could hook one booted foot around the other, pinning the sith’s leg firmly between his own to hold him in place.

Then the blue of his saber flicked off with a whine, and the silver and black sheen of his saber whirled briefly in his grip. Artorigas would feel the emitter of his lightsaber suddenly pressed against the center of the armor of his chest, and he would see Vahn lock his eyes with his own. That ocean-deep blue gaze was marked with determination; a steel-hard focus apparent even through the perspiration and slicks of mud across his face. He then pressed on the activation switch of his saber to ignite his lightsaber once more. The blade would snap into existence, able to burn straight through the center of the Sith’s chest before him, nearly the full length of the meter-long blade extending past the armored backplate of the marauder tangled with him.

As the flames were starting to whip up across his robes, Vahn turned his saber arm upwards to shield his face from the heat. This posture then allowed him to pull upwards, ripping the blade in an angle that would be able to bisect the Sith from mid-chest up through the center of that armored head. He was confident that even if this killing move didn’t end the Sith’s life, the sheer pain and physical injury would disrupt the pyrokinetic attack, snuffing it out before he could be critically injured by the flames.

@Braden Drake

 

[Isen Ramm]

The Kiffar knew that his blade had found its mark, and the Zabrak's hand hit the ground before the Sith's body fell limp on the forest floor. The Sith (@Scoobert ) was fading fast, and ultimately, that was bad news for the Jedi. The Jedi way refused Isen from finishing him off in that state, even though the galaxy would be far better off minus one Sith cancer to deal with.

The large green acklay was right upon them, and Isen could just as easily let the apex predator have his way with the unconscious Marauder, but that would be no different than Isen's lightsaber slicing off the head of the man while he lay there defenseless. Still, that didn't mean that Isen had to play Mr. Nice Guy. Before Xeno's eyes would close into a dream sleep set in by shock and pain, he would see Isen use the Force to toss the Sith's detached hand upward toward to the acklay who caught in in the air, chomped on it once, twice, and then swallowed it down the gullet before screeching with glee. It was an odd way to stop the beast's advance when other options were present, but Isen felt that one the most fitting.

"Good boy," he said looking up at the massive creature. Then he turned his attention to Xeno and said, "Thanks for the helping hand in cementing my Force Bond with this majestic predator," just before Sith lost consciousness. Isen knew the pun was intentional, but his deadpan nature might not give that away with anyone nearby. Using the Force, the lightsaber in Xeno's still attached hand and the lightsaber clipped to his belt came flying to Isen's palms. He pocketed them. He couldn't kill the Sith in this state, but he damn sure could leave him weaponless for when he woke up.

He surveyed the battle field, and Vahn was either mating with a Sith or fighting him. It was hard to tell. Sevrin (@Sreeya ) was about to unleash a lightsaber via Force throw at another enemy who was about to break up Vahn's intimate moment. Past Vahn and either his significant other or enemy, Isen could see a Sith manipulating the Force, presumably on Vahn. Isen whistled loudly to redirect the large brown acklay who had been hurt and semi-blinded to his direction and was scouring the jungle for the enemy to fight. The large green one that just got fed some finger foods was right on his tail as Isen sprinted toward Vahn and the Sith he was tangled with. Isen had no intention of engaging this particular Sith (@Braden Drake ). Surely the Jedi Master had things under control, on his back and all, even. He leaped over both of them, flipping once in a tight cannonball, and landed in front of the mystery Sith (@Tulos ). His time of using Force attacks against Vahn was at an end. He had to deal with the Kiffar in front of him.

Isen landed roughly five meters in front of the Kel Dor Sith, both cobalt blades blazing at his side with the green acklay right behind him, screeching to get his teeth into the enemy. Out of sight but not far, the large brown acklay screeched into the jungle that he was coming also, and he was looking for vengeance.

 

[Bir Vuul]

Bir watched as both Vahn and Artorigas hit the ground in a contortion of black and green robes mingled with black armour as they began to wrestle for superiority over one another. Perhaps he should have felt remorseful for bringing the pair to the ground as it was not his intention to sweep both men from their feet but instead, all Bir did was laugh heartily as he watched Jedi and Sith converge on one another in the dirt and mud. True, his admiration for Artorigas was strong but the sight of his ally and foe fighting for dominance was wildly amusing for the mad acolyte.

It was then that the Dathomirian Knight appeared as she leapt up and onto a piece of fungal forestry, focusing her attention on the second Marauder before Bir and calling the Force to her aide. It wasn’t hard for the Kel Dor to surmise what her plan was, being too far back from the conflict she focused on to land any physical intervention, so he acted. Turning his attention to one of the pitcher plants at her side, the mid-section of the leaf at about the height of her waist, he would coil the Force around it’s large leaf and pull it backward before releasing it and sending it snapping back towards her. The momentum would carry it beyond it’s original position and hopefully make contact with the Knight, giving his ally some reprieve from the three on one situation he would find himself in. Even if it did not, it would at least serve it’s purpose in breaking her focus. ( @lizziie )

As he released his grip, the Kiffar Knight touched ground before him, two blades of cobalt humming in each of his hands and a ravenous Acklay appearing behind him. Bir’s own crimson blade was still ignited in his own metallic right hand and it seemed that finally, he was being forced into a direct confrontation. Smiling behind his rebreather, Bir offered the Jedi a small bow with a cackle.

”Welcome to Felucia, my Jedi friend!” Bir stated with a maniacal tone as he returned upright, stancing himself to prepare for the Kiffar to make the first move with his saber held ahead of himself at a forty five degree angle. As he did so, troops lined the wall above him once again with their weapons trained on the acklay at Isen’s rear, their position too close to the base to go unnoticed by the staff within.

@Isen

Spoiler

Link for the pitcher plant came from the Felucia wookieepedia write-up but redirected me to wikipedia instead

 

[Kanan Marek]

The shot of the BM-548 Blaster Rifle rang true, striking turret C’s gunner twice as the familiar, satisfying thum-pew sound of the rifle’s barrel rang in Kanan’s ears. The woman seated at Turret C lie dead, slumped in her seat and lifeless. The original Sith (@Bir Vuul) that had emerged from cover to defend the turret’s gunner had dropped to the jungle floor some time ago, searching for Jedi to fight. Whoever was calling the shots now would not leave the turret unmanned for long. Not when two turrets were already destroyed and the other was, for the moment, offline.

Replacements would arrive soon, and Kanan would be waiting for them. His finger lingered over the black trigger of his rifle, waiting for any sign of movement on the battlement. It was his intention to kill anyone that stepped near that turret.

Until someone did emerge on the battlement. No ordinary soldier, but another Sith. A dark hood was pulled over her head, a lightsaber in her hand burning crimson. Behind her, a soldier slid into the seat of turret C.

This just got a whole lot more difficult, Kanan thought to himself. Clearly, with her blade drawn and ready, her intention was to deflect any blaster fire that would attempt to take out the replacement gunner. A problem, but hopefully a problem the ranger and other soldiers could deal with.

He turned to give the soldier beside him his orders, but he fell silent as a loud cracking sound echoed through the surrounding jungle. His dark eyes darted around, searching desperately for the source of the sound. To his surprise, a large, overgrown mushroom began to fall toward the three soldiers huddled behind Kanan.

The mushroom was large enough that it more than likely would have caught Kanan and his companion in its fall as well. The Sith would do more than just stand on the wall and protect the replacement gunner. Even from a distance, she was able to attack to her enemies using the jungle itself to fight back against the would-be intruders.

“Watch out!” Kanan managed to cry, pulling his companion back with him. The two of them were safely out of harm’s way, but it was the other three soldiers that had Kanan worried.

Seemingly out of nowhere, a Togrutan Jedi appeared from the jungle, using the force to pull one of the soldiers out of the large stalk’s destructive path while another jumped clear herself. The third soldier, unfortunately, did not react quickly enough. He lay dead, crushed beneath the huge stalk of the mushroom, his blaster still in his limp, lifeless hand.

Kanan couldn’t see the Jedi very well through the jungle, but he looked like he was very young and badly wounded. Still, he was ready and willing to fight it would seem as he ordered the two soldiers now with him to fire their stun bolts on the Sith herself. Later, if their was time and they both made it out of this alive, Kanan would have to thank the Jedi.

In the meantime, there were more pressing matters at hand: turret C. “Our objective is the same as before,” Kanan muttered to his companion, taking cover and aiming carefully. “While they keep the Sith busy, fire at that gunner.”

And with that, both men opened fire.

@Killa Ree @SlagathorTheUnknown

 

[Deva Gendrel]

She felt the tug to her foot, and glowing amber eyes flicked to the young Padawan. She didn't need to say a word; a sickly, hard grin pulled on her lips as she lifted her saber, grounding herself through the Force. The shots were batted away like the annoying flies they were. She grunted as the shots whined close, but she would stand her ground even with the weak attempt to pull her from her feet.

I will bleed, but it fills me with power.

Her eyes narrowed as more bolts fired forward, intending to take out the gunner as well as knock her out of the way. She wouldn't make herself such an easy target. Once more, bolts were batted aside as they crackled and whined against the defense of her saber. Mixed among the stun shots, however, were ones with deadlier intent. One seared into the flesh of her shoulder and she screamed, grimacing through the sharp pain in her shoulder as flesh burned and already began to blister rawly. Amber eyes glared down at the ones that had shot her, the Dark Side seething around her, waiting to be unleashed.

Steeling herself with the rush of pain and fury, she unleashed it with another savage yank of her opposing hand, wrapping the Force around the body of the soldier closest to the Ranger. The man screamed as she squeezed hard, hard enough for bones to shatter, blood gushing from every orifice within moments as his death was swift and brutal. To add insult to injury, she threw the man's body at the Ranger, before throwing it towards the Padawan next, moving to still protect the gunner as she stood on the wall. Let them see the cost of their assault in the broken bodies of their comrades. Let them see what would happen if they dared assault the Sith.

Soldiers began to move to protect as technicians worked to bring the other turret online, screaming as they were still assaulted by the walker's continued fire.

With Turret C manned and online, she gestured to the remaining walker. "Fire at will," she spoke up calmly, glaring down at the remaining soldiers on the ground, then gestured once to the boy. The other turret began to aim at the walker. Though it was a long shot, it would attempt to bring down the last remaining walker, at least long enough for it to disrupt its' assault on Turret B and allow it to get back online.

The message was clear to the Torgrutan youth, however.

Come closer if you dare.

@llamallove @SlagathorTheUnknown @Sreeya

 

[Shorkattatha]

Cannons on full blast forward the two vessels thundered toward one another, the air above the battlefield exploding with flashes of red light and shards of shattered plating raining down into the jungle. Shields took hits and damage bled through, but Shor had tricks still to use.

All shield power was transferred to the front shield facing as the combatants approached one another, keeping them up a little longer while the freighter's failed. They wouldn't survive this exchange but it was long enough and kept his weapons safe, more or less. The freighter rotated but the Blackfin rotated clockwise quicker without the afterburners reducing its maneuverability, keeping the wing guns fully on target for the wide disc. Dusty's shots struck shields and ship body, one particularly hard shot bleeding through to take out the comms array, another breeching the cargo bay.

Shor primed readied the escape module and refused to break off. If Dusty wanted a ramming he was going to get one he'd never forget, the other pilot's maneuvers assuming Shor would simply sit still. The Maw continued to rotate and Shor yanked the controls up and left, turning into the freighter's maneuvering. Rather than Dusty impacting the blastboat's leftmost wing with the Fancy's "bottom" half, the Maw's bottom winsg would would swing like a massive sword forward and slightly downwards to shear into the light freighter's top half where the communications and cockpit module was with the other two wings still firing at point blank into the freighter's body, now only five cannons after a hit damaged a barrel.

The Blackfin's wing would tear off, but the freighter's cockpit would be crushed and broken. A decapitating ram Shor had decided to dub the "Pizza Cutter" maneuver, and Dusty's reckless maneuver was throwing the Fancy right into it.

After the impact Shor fought his controls to regain control. Luckily he was flying upwards beforehand while the Fancy had been careening toward the ground. If the controls were dead it would crash and burn shortly after impact. Unfortunately, between his drained shields, preoccupation, and having to reorient himself, and damaged sensors, Shor literally didn't see the second AT shot coming.

It struck the body of his ship, the armour piercing artillery shot blowing right through the tattered remnants of his shields to blow a hole through all the important bits that kept the craft actually flying. Without thrust it began to fall, half-online repulsorlifts at least allowing limited maneuverability. The Maw hemoraghed flame from the mortal wound and left a trail of black, acrid smoke over the heads of the fighting Jedi and Sith as it fell to the west, eventually impacting near the fortress walls and dragging across the ground to a dead stop surrounded and partly covered in fallen mushroom stalks.

An injured roar of rage and frustration echoed inside the metal would-be coffin. The greyback madclaw sported scorched fur, many bleeding flesh wounds, a deeper cut into the left bicep from the cockpit glass shattering, and his ribs were very unhappy with him after being stopped in place by crash webbing. His entire body was battered and bruised and he likely had the beginnings of a concussion but he was still alive, the Force providing as much reinforcement to his flesh as possible, and he was absolutely and burningly furious.

He wiped blood from his forehead and ripped free from his restraints.

@Fantasy Liver @Sreeya

 

[Darth Caelestis]

The flames began to flow from the ball of fire within his hand, the looser threads of Vahn's tunic catching aflame. As the Jedi chose to more closely tie himself around Artorigas' upper leg he seemingly deactivated his lightsaber, the sound of the blade disappearing brought Artorigas' eyes up to watch the arm move slowly down the grip of the hilt shifting in his hand. The Jedi was trying to skewer him like a Serennian Bull Toad. The hand of flames quickly retracted from his chest and shot up to catch the Jedi just under the elbow stopping him from fully impaling the Sith Noble on his blue blade. Artorigas shifted his weight down slightly causing the slowed killing blow to instead strike into his upper shoulder, the Armour of Wessex was strong but it could not stop the blue blade piercing through, striking the top of the Sith's shoulder, Artorigas letting out a pained scream through his mask.

Pain shot through the Sith's body, a cold fire washing over him like a tidal wave. Gone was the sensation of the crushing grip on his wrist, the snug intertwine of his and the Jedi's legs, the tight bodysuit beneath the armour holding tightly to his body. Even the thrill and rush of The Force flowing through him, all had disappeared beneath the drowning pain of that light blue plasma carving through his flesh. "Let the Pain flow." The voice in the back of his head kept so quiet by his soul had arisen again, as if the pain coursing through him had sent a shockwave through its dead heart. "No, I told you I will not fall." Artorigas silently called back within his mind, this was a battle he had countless times since he first heard the whispers of The Force. "Embrace it, allow it to fuel you power." With just a slither of this pain flowing through him, Artorigas could feel the flames around his hands grow hotter. Maybe it was right, maybe the voice had the answer, to accept this pain. To achieve dominance over this power, to save his life and to conquer a thousand more.

The guttural scream slowly shifted into words, his voice becoming coarse and and rabid. "We are the Fire!" Shouted through gritted teeth. As the Sith Noble called out the words of House Wessex the flames around his hand shifted. Artorigas had let the pain in, he let the voice win, if only in this moment he would give in. Allow that pain to strengthen him, to impower his body. Even though his arm was useless the nerves severed he would not die this day, no the fire of Artorigas Wessex would burn on and destroy all that stood in his wake.

The dark red flames grew brighter, grew hotter, from dark red to orange, from orange to white, from white finally to blue. The intense heat of the fire erupted from his hand looking to encompass the Jedi and all around him. For not only his left hand but the right, now devoid of feeling the saber fallen from his grasp, leaving the empty palm to erupt great blue flames. From his chest, the dark red Wyvern, the symbol of House Wessex burned away from the fabric as blue flames launched from his chest. The light trousers incinerated as they two burst into blue flames.

As the fire grew from him, the ground around him begun to catch aflame, the Jedi was long gone only a fool would stand so close to him now. Behind his mask his pale green eyes disappeared replaced by the haunting yellow of the Dark Side, his face grew taunt and shallow, lines of darkness striking out like thunderbolts from his eyes. For he had embraced the Dark Side, the fires of House Wessex burned bright on this day. The Sith slowly rose to his feet, flames still sprouting from his hands, the right arm hanging limp at his side. Around him an inferno of mythical blue flame kept all who dared from his presence.

He was naked now, the power of The Force even burning the Durasteel metal of his armour away. He looked each of the Jedi that still stood and seared there faces into his memory for Artorigas Wessex would not forget. "Till we meet again Jedi." He said a small smile creeping over his face, the right lip rising as its matching eye turned back to green, before he turned away disappearing into the forest beyond. The smile was still on his lips as parts of the forest burned behind him and the battle continued to rage. For even though the darkness had won this day and had given him his freedom, it did not conquer him. For a King is never vanquished a King always wins.

@The Steel Stag

 

[Jaikus Thorne]

While his energies poured into the Serennian Sith to enhance the flames he wielded, Jaikus had not noticed the enemies beginning to close in all around him. Angled to the side, he just barely caught a glimpse of Isen’s saber which had been thrown by Sevrin, the sudden flashes azure plasma whirling like a buzzsaw in his peripheral causing the Marauder to break his concentration. Artorigas would immediately feel the supplemented intensity of his flames dwindle as Jaikus’ attention was forced elsewhere – though that likely had little effect on the blue-flamed inferno that soon thereafter erupted from the nobleman.

Just as the Marauder bent his knees and prepared to vault backwards, a crippling force began to press down into him. It felt as if a thousand pounds of additional weight had been forced onto to his body, his limbs now feeling impossibly heavy and refusing to budge more than a few millimeters despite Jaikus' straining. Lifting his gaze up towards the canopy to locate his assailant, a mixture of blatant surprise and rage played across Jaikus’ face. Citrine eyes suddenly went from wide to narrow slits aimed at Jaesa, almost seeming to luminesce against the burning forest floor. Of course she is here.

A subtle pang of relief ran through him upon realizing that there were no stairs nearby.

Unable to move and with a saber hurtling toward his torso, Jaikus resolved himself to an unceremonious death – a consequence of his own foolish decision to aid Artorigas. His salvation, however, came in the form of a pitcher-plant smacking into Jaesa’s midsection curtesy of Bir – briefly interrupting the stasis that held him to place.

Feeling the weight lifted off of him, Jaikus moved back like a loaded spring – spinning his body to the left and stepping backwards, attempting to pivot his body away as the thrown lightsaber whirled past him. While Bir’s timely intervention kept Jaikus from being sliced in half, the forced delay in his response meant that the Marauder wasn’t able to move nearly fast enough to avoid the thrown saber entirely. The horizontal buzzsaw blue plasma glided across the Marauder’s arm just as he spun backwards – slicing through the armorweave ensemble and carving a molten channel an inch deep across his right bicep, the sudden searing pain causing Jaikus to scream in agony as he staggered backwards. While the wound was not lethal, attempting to use the arm to swing his saber going forward would be difficult.

The Dark side coiled and seethed ferociously around the Axxilan, pain turning to rage as he focused his attention upon the more pressing threat of Sevrin despite every fiber of his being wishing to lung at Jaesa. With his crimson saber held low to the ground in his injured right hand, Jaikus brought his left to level with the silver-eyed bastard, fingers spreading wide and palm facing upward. Sparks of blue and violet electricity suddenly cracked and hissed as they sprang from the Marauder’s fingertips, snaking through the air to meet the Sephi’s charge in a vicious attempting to fry him like the gnat that he was.

@Tulos @Sreeya @lizziie

Spoiler: OOC: Jaikus when he sees Jaesa