Ask Invasion Onderon Sent to Detention

Wodan

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The Troop Transport violently shook from side to side as they plummeted from orbit towards the Capital city of Iziz. “Twenty Seconds!” Was the shout from the Staff Sergeant in charge of the soldiers that surrounded Wodan on all sides. “Remember, these are the people who cowardly attack School Children and call it a basic act of war.” Wodan called out from behind his helmet. “They pathetically hide behind the Jedi and blame the Sith for every problem they face. Well today that problem becomes a Nightmare, a Nightmare they brought upon themselves.”

The shuttle came to an abrupt stop, causing most of the men inside to jolt forward slightly, though all kept their balance. The sounding of hissing hydraulics filled the transport as the ramp began to fall. “For the Empire, for Dromund Kaas.” He cried, the men followed suit as they erupted from the ship like hornets defending their nest.

As Wodan stepped into the open, his eyes quickly took in the scene, total war. Above him fighters flew from right to left, left to right bolts of red and green skipping between the Imperial and Alliance. Far above in the atmosphere the silhouette of the Darth Raze’s flagship hung above the battlefield. The Firrerrian prince had mixed feelings about serving under the destroyer of his world. But he had to put it behind him at least for today, glory on Onderon would get him one step closer to the Dark Lord’s head.

As the soldiers filed out into the streets of Iziz Wodan followed suit, he was equipped similar to his men with a E-11D Blaster Rifle and DA-34 Pistol. But he also carried with him his spear folded and attached to his back as well as a single lightsaber at his hip. Touching the side of his helmet to activate the comm he called out to the unit. “Take sectors, Alpha fourteen and fifteen. Clear each building, don’t harm the civilians. Show the galaxy we are better than the Alliance.”

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Hauron Solus

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Everything had erupted into chaos. Hauron did not know what to do. He had come to Onderon searching for a hidden sect of fellow Mandalorians rumored to be secretly operating out of a Covert somewhere in Iziz or risking the wild jungles of the planet. He had crossed paths with Jedi and other strangers. But he had not expected to be on the front lines of a conflict facing the Sith.

<"Our secrecy is our survival."> He whispered to himself in Mando'a.

The young Mikkian had seen holo-vids, heard stories, and imagined nightmares of ships invading worlds but seeing it happen with his own eyes from behind the armored visor of his helmet was another thing entirely. The black armored warrior found himself frozen for a minute, staring up from his rooftop pearch the sky filled with warships. Barrages tried to shoot down incoming craft and clouds of fire turned to smoke as vessels were destroyed. The ground rumbled beneath his feet, or rather the entire building beneath him shook and Hauron felt his heart flutter in fear.

<"Our survival is our strength."> His heartbeat began to become more measured with each sentence.

Taking a breath, the warrior steeled himself against the indomitable fleet and made a decision. Hauron Solus would fight the Sith. He had been training for years in the outer rim as a warrior of clan Solus. His clan's enemy, his people's oppressor, and a stain on the galaxy had presented themselves before him. The Sith were not here for him. Hauron doubted they were here for his comrades or if other Mandalorians were even still on Onderon. Even though he was no longer a foundling, he had a chip on his shoulder and had the desire to prove himself through combat. What better place to engage a Sith, than when they weren't expecting you.

<"This is The Way."> The badger was ready to fight. He was ready to kill.

Catching sight of a landing craft avoid the anti-air fire, the armored Mikkian decided that its troop contents would be his target. Its form came in a block away and landed out of sight where there was enough space for its compliment to exit. Hauron slung his Galaar-15 blaster carbine and swiftly traded the weapon out for one of his blaster pistols in his right hand and a SGG-50 grapple pistol in the other. The Solus kept a firm grip on either tool and did his best to calm his nerves by measuring his breathing as he closed the distance towards the edge of the block.

Making a few quick taps on his right gauntlet with his left hand and he moved, the Mandalorian switched his jet pack over to flight mode before taking off running. The buildings of Iziz city would allow him to make leaps over the openings that separated them. Short bursts from his thrusters would carry him the few meters needed to land on another neighboring rooftop without continually giving away his position or wasting fuel. The badger ran mostly along the center of the rooves. The edges of the structures kept him out of line of sight from any ground base enemies for the time being at least. He did not want to risk falling four stories if he misjudged his footing either.

Keying his helmet comlink he sent a call to Romeo. <"Brother. Are you still on Onderon? Are you seeing this?"> Hauron did not know if his elder heard him. But it was worth a shot. If only silence returned, it wouldn't change the young badger's mind.

His expectation was to eventually pop his head over the edge, either behind a troop formation or at their 9 o'clock depending on how they landed while providing the Mandalorian a superior vantage point. Hauron could not afford to let his own excitement get the better of him.


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Darth Raze

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Raze was a monster that often laid dormant, put in a cage by his alter ego Emryc Thorne. As the politician took front and center stage, the monster grew restless and hungry. It rattled its cage, clawed at the insides of the politician’s psyche. It manifested in the way Emryc’s eyes glinted gold when he led his every day life, when he gave speeches, when he had his intimate moments with his fiancee, when he looked in the mirror and saw someone else gazing back at him. Today was a day where the politician took a backseat and the monster was unleashed in all its glory.

The Dark Lord descended from his flagship, his private shuttle rapidly lowering towards the cities. He could have ordered the destroyer to level the entire city, but he wanted to play today. His presence was oppressive in nature to anyone sensitive in the Force. They would feel a chill creep up their spine, a sense of dread and sickness that twisted in their stomach. It was how they would know that something truly abhorrent walked among them. Even some of the civilians would feel it - and they would clutch their loved ones a little tighter and make that much more of an effort to scatter and leave the city.

Alarms and sirens resounded all around, the Dark Lord having prepared with aural dampeners padded into his signature helmet which accompanied his infamous armor. He would not have any of his vulnerabilities manifest today, not when he came for a slaughter.

The Dark Lord landed atop the roof of a building, his vantage point allowing him to oversee the chaos unfolding below. His visor spotted the other Sith that began to assemble and his gaze then fixed upon where the diplomatic buildings stood and finally the royal palace. The skies were erupting with blasterfire as Imperial starfighters burst out of his flagship, engaging Onderon forces in the sky.

Without a word, the Dark Lord raised a gauntleted arm, the Force rapidly coiling around a low-flying Alliance military starfighter. The ship was abruptly halted in the air, the engines whirring as the entire thing began to slant mid-air. The Dark Lord’s gaze was fixed ahead at the royal palace. Without warning, the starfighter caught suspended was sent hurtling at full speed towards the palace, the occupants screaming for no one to hear them as they saw their doom rapidly approaching.

The starfighter collided against the top levels of the palace, the explosion causing chunks of the building to collapse into debris. A solid dent formed on the side of the building, the starfighter exploding into a ball of inferno.

Raze admired his handiwork from a distance. Emryc Thorne would have reeled at the sight of such a historical treasure being tarnished. But Emryc Thorne was not here today.

Beneath the helmet, Dark Lord Raze’s lips curled into a grin.

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Caelian

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Excitement stirred through the air as the transport descended rapidly through the lower atmosphere, finally, he thought. Caelian stood quietly clad in armour counting down the final seconds before the calm and tranquillity would be dashed by the piercing screams, echoing explosions and that strange but exhilarating rush that came with combat.

The young Sith had been pondering the time he had been training for something like this, a chance to prove himself and perhaps test himself against a real opponent finally. His thoughts drifted between the countless sparing sessions he endured and the mental strain that came with practising the force to exhaustion. In the end, it didn't even matter. Caelian found himself entering the fray of combat and would have to rely on his wits and strength and comrades to carry the day.

The only thing that he had not yet figured out was a catchphrase, and time was running out to find one.

Caelian moved quickly to keep abreast of Wodan, keeping his blaster pistol holstered and igniting dual phase lightsaber in his right hand. The awe-inspiring sight of Sith strength was something to behold and for sure fear inducing in their opponents minds. Only a fool would stand against the wrath of Empire, though the galaxy had many a fool.


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Hailee Lightwood

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As soon as Hailee had received the news of the Sith invading Onderon she had hurried back to the borrowed ship on Yavin and had immediately forced it into hyperspace to set course on the FWA planet. This was not happening. Not today and not any other day. She had seen New Alderaan fall into the hands of the Sith and she would do everything she could to prevent something like this from happening again. Even though her decision on going was impulsive and not actually considered carefully she was fiercely determined to intervene.

Little did she know that she was, however, not alone in her endeavor...During the whole flight she had kept herself rather busy and had been slightly lost in thoughts and at the same time too focused on different things to realize that something, or rather someone, was on this ship. However now as they had entered the atmosphere she could clearly sense it. She was not alone. She immediately tightened her grip around the hilt of the still borrowed crimson bladed lightsaber while critically glanced over her shoulder as she was still seated in the pilot's chair. Was she getting paranoid? Before she could, however, investigate she had to focus on smoothly maneuvering the ship down into the direction of the surface where the Sith had already arrived. Through the windshield she could already spy two adversaries (@Wodan, @Caelian) and so she picked a place to land that was far enough away so that she could get herself ready before she would actually meet her foes on the apparently newly created battleground.

Once the ship actually touched the ground she was reaching out with the Force to check whether her prior suspicions had been somewhat legitimate or whether her mind had just tried to play a trick on her, but as she suddenly came to the realization that there was indeed someone aboard her heart seemed to skip a beat before it accelerated. The presence felt unknown yet light, but she had learned that this sensation could be deceitful and so she moved her thumb to the activation button on her lightsaber while she hastily made her way into the back. She knew she wouldn't have much time to check what the kark was happening as the Sith were approaching, but before she would descend the ramp of the ship she had to check on this.

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Soleil Altan

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Soleil had arrived on Onderon as an advance scout, having reemerged from whatever he'd been up to the moment he'd caught wind of an attack on that particular planet. It was these people who'd destroyed Kaas Academy, home to himself and many others. Sorrow and fury from that had only grown over time to become cold and stormy malice.

Now that the battle began, Soleil wore the armor of a Champion, currently perched on a building's rooftop. The hooded cloak had been removed and stashed somewhere. His lightsaber sat on his belt along with his vibrodagger, joined by a series of ten small Korriban-made Qorit razor discs meant for a Lanvarok disc-thrower arranged in little belt pouches. He preferred to launch the five-centimeter discs himself and keep his hands free.

His helmet's visor left where it was observing a back street to watch Raze's shuttle descend. Waves of heavy cold swept the city like arctic rain, the silent sign the sky was dropping a true monster to the battlefield. Its presence was oppressive, like leaden fog on minds unprepared for it. It sparked an instinctual fear in everyone, even the Sith themselves. Darth Raze had arrived, and his first act was to throw a whole ship into the palace. His chosen name was apt, wasn't it? Terrifying and accurate.

"This way, quickly!" called a new soldier's voice, a small squad of six rushing into the alley and heading toward the building's door. "Help... please..." croaked a call seemingly from inside the building. The squad cautiously approached the doorway, where they could see a figure slumped facing away from them inside the first room. Soleil quietly leapt down behind to corner them, lightsaber snap-hissing to life and lightning crackling between his fingers. They hadn't known the figure was already dead and the voice they heard had been conjured through the Force.

The fight was panicked and in close quarters. Soldiers rapidly retreated into the building and ran up the stairwell. Blasterfire rang and was reflected. Shouts of determination echoed within, then of terror as squad members were lost in the ascending retreat. A moment after @Hauron Solus landed on the building's roof, the rooftop door slammed open as a lightning-burned Onderon soldier stumblingly shouldered through it. He twisted to fire behind himself, but the bolt was reflected into his chest and he fell to the ground, dead.

Soleil strode from the doorway, crimson lightsaber before him in his left hand. He looked across the rooftop toward the Mandalorian he hadn't expected to be there, one whose armor he didn't recognize. The Sith watched the black-clad warrior in silence, the heavy roof door slowly swinging closed behind him.



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Maura Starwalk

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Maura had snuck onto Hailee's ship after seeing the woman land and leave. She didn't at all expect to hear the woman come back so soon, nor did she plan on feeling the rumble of starting engines, nor chatter about a Sith invasion of Onderon. Unfortunately, this was what happened when her master (@Valen Pelora) left her to her own devices for too long. Not that it was at all Alex's fault; Maura had a habit of getting herself into situations both accidentally and on purpose.

The girl wasn't nervous though. She was excited. Those two emotions were two sides of the same coin though, so when she felt the ship drop out of hyperspace and descend into the atmosphere, her heart rate began to spike and she could feel the warmth of adrenaline coarse through her veins. "A fight!" she exclaimed in her head. "A real fight! Master Voran is gonna be so proud of me when I kick some bad guy butt!"

First things first, she had to crawl out of the ventilation and reveal she'd stowed away on the ship.

"Pssst! Hi!" Maura called out in a hiss as Hailee passed underneath her. Once the woman appeared to catch sight of the rainbow-haired teenager, Maura would drop down from the ventilation shaft and give the other padawan a sheepish grin. "Don't worry, it's just me! Ready to kick as- er, butt and take names! Don't worry though! I brought my saber!" Maura patted her side where the lightsaber was clipped to her belt, then gave Hailee a cheeky grin and a thumbs up.

The girl ducked past Hailee and made a quick dash for the exit ramp, turning just before she exited to add, "I've never been in an invasion before! Please don't tell Master Voran though. I want her to be proud of me when I tell her I helped save Onderon!" Her big, black eyes glistened with a pleading look - puppy dog eyes - as she spoke. Her voice was higher pitched and just slightly shaky with excitement (or nerves?) too. Of course, the girl was going to do what she wanted regardless.

Maura scrambled down the ramp of the ship, tying her hair back as she went. Her wide eyes grew wider at the sight of the war-torn planet, having failed to glance out the viewports. "Wow..." The Sith did this?

The kid would wait for Hailee to exit too before continuing on.

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The Onderon defense forces and their Jedi allies would not face the Sith threat alone today, as the Empire had another enemy which hunted it through the galaxy.

"Strike team, Karatyr, Attack.."

Comlinks for all Sith forces would begin a sequences of disrupted signal broadcasts, filled with blaster fire, screams, and chaos. They would speak of an entirely different foe they were facing, not just the defensive guard for Onderon. As the Alliance troopers were struck down, the void would be filled with dozens of armored boots, belonging to Mandalorian Super Commandos. Elite combat troops fitted with jetpacks, quickly swarmed through the city clad battlefield utilizing a combination of swiftness and precision to counter the Imperial Assault Corps. The Mandalorians all displayed the insignia of the Tor'la Akaan'ade on their beskar'gams, indicating they were aligned to the light.

Echoes of his jetpack whistled through the sky, roaring as he quickly descended into view and came to a land on the same rooftop as Hauron, approximately 10 meters between the two brothers. The ebony affinity armor with its customized paint job could only identify one warrior.


Romeo Solus, Callsign: Deadly Badger

The Mandalorian was gathered in his usual armament with some minor adjustments. He had swapped out the Whistling Birds function for a thermal undersuit and also swapped out the scatterweave for a Wrist Repulsor that fitted on his left wrist along with the flamethrower. The right wrist rocket was armed as always. He had also swapped out his matte black Westar pistols for two camouflage painted Merr-Sonn Blaster pistols, set in heavy stun. He didn't carry his carbine rifle but his other weapons including the Beskad, vibroknife, slugthrower pistol, and repulsor blade were all on his person, along with a single smoke grenade and concussion grenade.

"Watch this brother.." He spoke to his comrade, lifting the RPS-6 Rocket Launcher moments after the starfighter Darth Raze had halted in mid-air, collided against the roof of the capital building. Tilting his head into an arrogant angle through the tracking visor, he waited for the heads up display to take lock before firing. Plume and smoke exploded from the launcher as the single warhead screamed outwards, whizzing past the two Jedi @LadyRen @lizziie as well as the two Sith Warriors @Braden @Xorism , to strike their troop transport shuttle. The explosion wouldn't affect the Sith Warriors who had already moved out of its blast epicenter, though any unlucky Sith Troopers still stuck on aboard would find themselves disintegrated.

Romeo chuckled, as he dropped the rocket launcher to the ground, its metal clanging upon the rooftop's cobblestone floor. Turning his jetpack into combat mode, he drew his dual wielded pistols only to have his attention taken by the swinging of a door behind him. The sight of a burning soldier crumble was amusing, but what interested him more was the Sith Champion that emerged to face them. @Mr. Teatime


Romeo met the gaze of the Sith, hatred in the Solus' eyes as it was clearly evident why the Mandalorians were here.

For Sith Blood.

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Coffey Curran

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His boots were on the ground long before he approached the front lines, his blaster being used to clear the landing zone of any hostiles so his brothers in arms could land. The Sith Empire had brought their full might down on this planet, Coffey saw this, as wave upon wave of Assault Corps were sent down on this poor planet. But he had not the time to contemplate what made this planet worthy of his pity, so instead he rallied a platoon behind him and quickly rushed the front lines. He held his heavy blaster tight in his hands, the power pack weighing heavily against his back as he ran, yet that is what he was used to. Today he had decided to gather some higher end ordinance; along his chest was a bandoleer lined with five pristine thermal detonators. He knew by the time he would be finished here, all five would be spent. But with him he still carried his Bryar pistol on one hip and his vibro blade mounted to his chest plate, ready for any dirty work, while in his grip was a T-21 Heavy Blaster Rifle.

Along his path, many of good men and women had fallen for their respective side. It was a noble death, far better than dying of old age or of a disease. It brought meaning to one's life to know one day their actions would have an end, and brought the drive to preserve this life as long as they could. Coffey had known his life would end sooner or later, but today was not his day to die. Coffey had spotted the vibro blade long before he had noticed it was along side a fallen Foreign Legionary. The soldier had been felled by a clean shot to his stomach, the poor soul probably was dead before he hit the ground. No use in wasting such a valuable weapon, Coffey thought, as he spotted familiar blue and green glows off in the distance, the Jedi have arrived. He swooped a free arm down as he ran beside the body and garbed the blade, sliding it into a free notch on his belt buckle. He found a small piece of debris to run up and stand atop. Holding his T-21 aloft and turning back to the rest of the infantry running forward, he yelled over the noises of war to inspire the troops with a rallying cry.

"Come on you sons of bitches, do you want to live forever?" His voice was loud and commanding, free from self preservation as he charged forward into the heat of the battle. The armies of the Sith Empire advanced all around him some falling before they could get a good shot off. But not Coffey, unlike many of these men he had seen more than his fair share of combat. He ducked slightly as he ran, reducing his target profile to anyone who could make the shot, and ran in uneven zig-zagged lines to confuse a shooter. His shots at this point were more meant to act as covering fire for those behind him, fist sized blaster bolts arching from his heavy blaster as he squeezed the trigger. The loud thumping scream of the bolts and the recoil of the large tubular rifle were almost soothing to him at this point, this weapon being one of the few things that had remained with him consistently throughout his career.

But today he was not here to feel comfortable or safe, or to feel anything other than the need to fight. Than the need to win. Than the need to kill. He was here to prove himself, to his lineage, to his officers, to the soldiers around him. And if that meant dying to ensure victory, he would not care. As long as it was for the Empire.
 
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Darth Tempest

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The moment that Vahliri had caught wind of the impending invasion of Onderon, she had completely dropped whatever she was doing in that moment in order to commit herself to the assault. By this point, the half-Annfyn was no stranger to being on the front lines of the war effort - but this particular planet was far more personal than any other. These were the people who were responsible for the destruction of Dromund Kaas - the destruction of everything she had come to know since joining the Sith, and that rage had never left her. It smoldered deep into her very core, lingering with every day that passed.

These were the people who had taken her home. And she was going to relish the opportunity to burn theirs to the ground.

Chaos raged across the capital, and Vahliri’s transport shuttle dipped low over the skyline of the Iziz - one of countless Sith vessels that had come to fill the skies of Onderon like a swarm of iron hornets. From her perch, Vahliri had a complete view of the battle unfurling below - endless streams of blasterfire dominating city streets, while explosions rocked historical and residential buildings alike. And for everything that occurred around her, the half-Annfyn’s eyes were firmly locked onto the chilling visage of Darth Raze the entire time. Even from her shuttle, Vahliri could feel the presence of the Dark Lord - and Vahliri couldn’t deny the way that it chilled to her very bones. It was entirely different from the person she had danced with on Serenno - a different monster entirely - and the half-Annfyn could only stare in awe at the sheer strength that he unleashed upon the field.

It took the half-Annfyn a moment to remove herself from that fog - her attention rapidly snapping back to the battlefield below, amber eyes snapping towards the rooftops and other vantage points to make her landing. As a result, she had a full view of the destruction that one Mandalorian in particular unleashed upon a fellow Sith transport, followed by the sight of another Sith emerging onto the scene. With a single command to her pilot, Vahliri directed the shuttle over that rooftop in particular - coming to hover several meters above while the durasteel ramp extended to meet the air.

Vahliri promptly emerged from the top of the ramp - not bothering to wait for the shuttle to drop any lower. With a single step, the half-Annfyn leapt from the ramp - the Force coiling around her body as she landed onto the rooftop. As per usual, the half-Annfyn was adorned in her signature
black-and-red robes - the hood pulled up to cover the upper hemisphere of her face. The curved hilt of her saber was already gripped tightly between the fingers of her left hand, while an ornate vibroknife was tucked into her belt.

The half-Annfyn merely glanced towards Soleil - giving the Wrean a simple nod before turning her attention back to the Mandalorians before them. Her gaze fixed harshly onto Romeo - the hatred that burned in his eyes equally reflected in the swirls of molten gold that began to molt her natural ambers.


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Thayd Karkoza

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Urban warfare was never cut and dry. Engagements could be very sudden, even accidental. In the dense, complex terrain of a major city overflowing with people, the threat of ambush was ubiquitous. Iziz was a vast city, a city walled off from a seething, perilous jungle that poured up against it on all sides. What this meant is that it lacked proper suburban areas to vent the population away from the fighting. There would be little distance between the common people of this city and the brutality visited down upon them by the Sith, their ships, their machines, their soldiers, and the Dark Lord himself.

Unlike many others who’d entered into this battle, Thayd did not come from above. He didn’t shoot in through hyperspace, sitting in the cargo hold of a transport like it was hell’s waiting room. He had come from the jungle, itself a tangled labyrinth brimming with hazards innumerable, and yet he moved through it with fluid ease. Leaf and branch and serpent alike made way for him. Not far from his ship in the jungle, he was on this course before the invasion had begun, and as it unfolded he could only glimpse fragments of the chaos in the air through the treetops of the forest canopy. But he felt it. A massive edifice of cold dread, come to cleave the sky in half.

He was in the city within minutes and beheld the grim reality as the thresher of war devoured everything it encountered. Charging rivers of people flooded the streets to escape the carnage currently erupting around central Iziz as local and invading forces clashed over points strategic and arbitrary. Aircraft screamed overhead. Debris rained down into the road as explosives tore through structures. It was amid the bursting havoc of this scene that Thayd was seized for the first time in so many years with a great and powerful hunger. It came without warning, and in moments he felt it pounding down every vein, as if the blood ritual of its ignition had finally dawned. This hunger, the Anzati hunger, found him as he made his way through the fleeing masses. It took him past these desperate souls, and led him instead in the direction of the fighting.

His equipment for this battle was quite light. He wore simple dark robes that were light, easy to cast off, a single-bladed lightsaber at his belt, and a small utility pouch containing some basic supplies. The only other "equipment" he'd brought wasn't even on his person. Instead it could seen directly above, just slightly higher than the rooftops; two large black birds that looked like ravens, keeping close track of him, able to swoop down at a moment's notice. These were smart, trained animals that had been with Thayd for years. He knew them well and had built a strong bond with them, not just with time and care, but with the Force as well. Though their usefulness in this situation was perhaps questionable, one never really knew.

As the civilian traffic thinned out and the sounds of battle grew closer, Thayd advanced with more caution and a sharpening sense of awareness of his surroundings. The Force thrummed all around him, and he made himself receptive to any beating signal of imminent danger he could feel.




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The ground beneath Wodan’s feet shook as the Royal Palace was half obliterated by the Dark Lord of the Sith. The Firrerrian bit down on his teeth, understanding that this is the power that he will one day face, he had a long way to go. His wandering thoughts were brought back to the present by a ship passing overhead, it seemed the Alliance’s lapdogs had made their first appearance of the day.

He didn’t turn to face the older Champion as he spoke. “Looks like the Jedi are here. I guess we are their greeting party.” With that Wodan made his way towards the shuttle, his blaster rifle raised to react to any movement from the Jedi or enemy forces around him.

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The Dark Lord watched the destruction of a large portion of the palace. He knew evacuation efforts were being made to get the royals out, but he would have his fun before they got out. He moved as a wraith, coiling the Force around starfighters that lowered and attempted to strafe towards him. The ships were sent spiraling out of control and crashing into adjacent ships in a glorious explosion in the air.

Raze stepped forth and sprang into the air, landing easily on another rooftop closer to the palace. He could clearly see the fire and smoke pluming from the side of the building. His red visor followed some movement below as guards and other palace servants fled from the side of the building. He knew it wouldn’t be long till he spotted some royals and he would descend then.

In the meantime, the very air all around the war zone grew icy cold. There was a sense of uneasiness that would befall everyone on the battlefield. The Dark Lord loomed on the edge of the roof, dipping into his mind as he sought out fear like a predator searching for that scent of blood in the air. He felt it all around him, and he would delve deeper into it.

In addition to the chill that everyone felt, they would potentially be assaulted quite abruptly by their most terrifying memory. In its most severe form, it would be something they attempted to repress but would overwhelm them abruptly enough to almost make them collapse. Others would not be impacted as they were anchored to the present. The sudden blast did not discriminate between Jedi, Sith, Mandos or civilians. There were fleeing civilians that suddenly clutched their ears and fell to the ground, many sobbing uncontrollably or screaming. They shivered and exhaled wispy smoke with their breaths, struck to the core with terror.

OOC: Roll a 1d20 on discord for impact to your char. 1-6 means you briefly drop to your knees and vividly are transported to your memory and think it's real, 7-11 you are very shaken and are okay but you still see the memory in images and sensations, 12-20 you just feel the chill and an uneasiness but are not hampered, only whispers of the memory tugs at you.
 

Coffey Curran

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Coffey charged headfirst into the fray with the platoon behind him, breaching into the city. He ordered the men who followed him to hold fire, allowing the civilians to retreat as the group spotted the city's defenders. Blaster bolts passed by the group, a few glancing off of their armors as one took a direct shot to the torso. A blast mark the size of an orange was blown into his stomach which caused his body to fall backwards, the life-force draining from the former soldier well before he hit the ground. The group took cover, Coffey setting his T-21 up for covering fire.

The steady thump of the heavy blaster rang out, one fist sized bolt slinging through the air every second. They were not aimed shots, mostly there to distract the defenders as a few of the platoon members advanced. Those who took advanced positions were able to deliver more precise shots as they slowly began whittling down the defenders to allow more of their comrades to advance...

... atleast that was what would have happened if the Dark Lord was intelligent. That was what would have happened if the entire squad wouldn't drop to their knees, some screaming others crying and others are just in shock, as the Force ripped the darkest memory out infront of their eyes. Half of them hadn't even made it close to cover, and the hail of blaster fire absolutely shredded them. Coffey himself had a bolt barley clip his ankle, burning through the flesh and forcing his body to render the burning pain throughout his whole body.

When he came to, Coffey saw a scene not to dissimilar to what had happened in his past. His squad was absolutely decimated, a few having taken their own lives while even one other had killed someone in their vision. This wasn't just a bad tactic being ordered... this was one hundred percent negligence. Dark lords cared not for their own men, they threw them away like broken toys even when they still had use. And Coffey was tired of this.

Using this rage, he hobbled over to press his blaster up against cover and simply let the weapon do its work. After a few shots, and a few of the defenders dead, he slowly stood up and limped his way out of cover. He yelled for his men to retreat as he hobbled his way forward, his blaster ripping into every cover as he moved forward. He hadn't even seen the Jedi approach, his bloodlust focusing on killing these specific defenders with extreme prejudice. Even if he had to sacrifice himself, his men would get away.

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Caelian

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Caelian stood stoically with a watchful gaze over the battlefield in front of them, noting the pair that he made out as Jedi (@Hailee Lightwood @Maura Starwalk ) with particular focus. The once pristine terrain had been torn asunder within seconds of their arrival, careless mando rockets striking targets indiscriminately, their shrapnel from the vehicle explosions were dangerously close to civilian zones. The Sith would have to deal to the criminal mando's later, an afterthought in the bigger picture of the crown of Onderon and the inevitable triumph of Lord Raze.

A sudden chill curled down the young Echani's spine causing his entire body to be startled and clench. An unknown source of dread filled the air and polluted both mind and sensation, causing Caelian to wince as his vision clouded. What remained In view stood the striking image of his loving parents playing with the younger version of himself, as the clawed grip of fate crept nearer still to separate the happy family. The nightmare that had been plaguing him was promptly banished by the now aware Caelian, but yet still the menacing feeling was slower to recoil.

Caelian stood somewhat shaken, but not stirred, near his Firrerrian ally while searching for his voice. With a cracked chuckle he responded, light-heartedly, "How impertinent, I didn't bring a plate."

With his ignited lightsaber in hand, Caelian kept up with Wodan on his right-hand side as they both approached the Jedi shuttle. Drawing slow and steady breaths to calm himself before the upcoming battle, his mind focused and watched intently to react to whatever their new-found friends would do.


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Soleil Altan

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Soleil found himself opposite a pair of obviously hostile Mandalorians. His helm impassively stared them down in that moment's mutual recognition, dipping slightly to recognize Vahliri's appearance without properly looking in her direction. At that moment, it wasn't only wayward Mandalorians he witnessed. He scooted back in vain from the chill that swept over the city, from what it dragged up from memory.

The half-Wrean was cold the way he never was and never wanted to be again. The sun shone through clouds and smoke, and yet still it was black as pitch. Sol's skin prickled with goosebumps as the sensation of high-pressure water currents passed over it, currents strong enough to send him wheeling in the depths of his homeworld's oceans. He felt small, so small. So did Vahliri, and the Mandalorians, too. They all were still. As if time itself cowed before what Sol felt and saw in flashing snippets of his waking nightmare.


Even Darth Raze felt like a small and distant presence before the Thing as he remembered it. It coiled through the deepest depths it ruled. Strange lights blinked in and out across its shape while countless tendrils thick as Wroshr trees snaked mighty paths through the water. The roaring calls it made shook him, thundering through his bones and turning the water around him wild, left him deaf to all else.

Ringing calls were in his head, crashing through his skull and freezing both mind and breath to ice. Whatever body it had was concealed behind a wall of thick, mucous-like ink that spread darkness even Wrean eyes couldn't penetrate. He wanted to swim away, escape from where he'd explored too far. Soleil was completely, utterly helpless.

The lights wouldn't let him. He was so small, only a child with no strength of his own. His body wouldn't move as he wanted to, even while his heart thundered against his ribs with thoughtless panic. Even as those lights crept closer and the ocean grew darker. Even as another, female shape ripped him backward away from the lights. Boundless terror had gripped him and took hold of his voice.

"Οχι!" he'd shouted into the sea as the woman's eyes looked back at him in fear and horror. The Thing in the Deep shifted, drawn to the sound of his voice the same way as other life in safer waters. "Το σκάω!" the woman commanded, clouds of shadow and flashing lights roiling rapidly toward her. Soleil tried to reach out to her.

His arms wouldn't reach, and his legs wouldn't swim. "Οχι, μάνα!" An eye like the night sky surrounding a silver sun slowly opened behind the woman. Driven, his legs came to life. Spurred on, his arms began to move. Just as the woman was engulfed in the deepest cloud of black. Because of him.

Sol dove forward desperately, but he was-

'So small,' his telepathic voice projected without really meaning to. It was rumbling, yet shakey, like the uncertain sigh of an ancient tree blowing in stormy winds. The fingers of Soleil's right hand curled, fighting down the shaking that threatened to overtake him. Still, the Force obeyed his command to grasp the dropped rocket launcher behind @Romeo Solus a moment after Sol saw the hostile Mandalorians.

Soleil telekinetically swung it with great might and malice into the side of Romeo's right knee. At nearly eight pounds and with the Force behind it, the improvised metal bat could easily shatter struck bones and send Rome sprawling to the floor. It had the additional benefit of being out of his line of sight during the attack.

Soleil's close lightsaber guard was still up, left foot forward, boots near the soldier's corpse he'd felled. His hesitation to close distance was not from the Mandalorians, so small did they seem, but from the phantom Thing that swam beyond them in the deep. It taunted him, his darkest dream. Some part of him wondered at times; if fear turned to anger, what would this fathomless terror one day become?


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Darth Tempest

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At least initially, Vahliri allowed her gold-molted gaze to linger on the pair of Mandalorians - their affiliations and intentions clear without ever needing to speak a word to each other. Involved or not, they stood in defense of those that had taken the half-Annfyn’s home away from her - and they would be the outlet for the rage that bubbled within her. The Darkness swelled in its intensity, motes of gold dominating her amber eyes as the air around her grew stiff.

For just a moment - a fleeting moment - the half-Annfyn’s psyche worked towards the engagement ahead of her, trained instincts as a Sith and duelist coming into play. They surfaced, and were suddenly banished from existence - washed away like so much insignifiance as the air grew so, so cold. It was the kind of chill that made the blizzards of Hoth seem hospitable, and the half-Annfyn couldn’t help but attempt to recoil away from it - that instinctive, almost primal desire to simply get away suddenly overwhelming. It was a presence that pressured the very breath in her lungs, and all the while seemed to leave her with that hollow, empty feeling in her chest.

And so matter how she willed herself to get away, Vahliri simply couldn’t - and her body didn’t move so much as a hair out of its place. Like a ship tugged helplessly off course, the half-Annfyn felt the dark current that pulled without any hope of escape, dragging her towards those memories long buried. Nightmares so desperately she tried to suppress, suddenly waking before her eyes - all the while reality itself seemed to warp itself to match.

She blinked once - and when Vahliri opened her eyes next, it wasn’t the battlefield of Onderon that stretched out before her. Instead, the half-Annfyn stood within a place that only existed within her memories now - amber eyes flicking around frantically to scan the cabin her family had once frequented. And just as it had been that day, Vahliri stared in horror at the inferno that raged all around her - flames that creeped up the walls and threatened to swallow everything in their wake. Thick, blackened plumes of smoke filled the air as structures burned - filling the half-Annfyn’s lungs and causing her to choke with every breath. Her fluted ears flicked and flattened, and the half-Annfyn could distinctly hear the screams of those trapped deeper inside the cabin - her sensitive hearing cursing her to be entirely aware of their anguished cries and death rattle, howling in torment as the flesh blistered and was cooked from their bones.

There was no direction to turn to escape the flames. No place she could run for cover. No great power or ability she could call upon to save herself in that visionary-world. In that moment, she was completely alone - and the feeling of object helplessness seemed to overwhelm and wash over her with heavy, dark waves.

Just as quickly as the vision appeared, it shifted once more - the flames rising to block out her vision as the walls shifted around her. Another blink, and Vahliri found herself back on Zakuul - surrounded by the wreckage of their crash site all those years ago. She saw not what had been, but instead a twisted manipulation of that reality - where the flames had crept forth to consume them. Inches from where she stood, Vahliri could see the blackened corpse of Ashla - the sickening smell of cooked meat filling her nostrils as the flames danced across the Togruta’s reddish skin.

In the distance, the half-Annfyn could see Altair and Cairo beyond the flames - backs turned as the flames rose higher with never-ending hunger. She watched in horror as the pair continued to walk off deeper into the swarm - abandoning their former friends to their fiery demise. And like a haunting echo, the Tiefling’s own voice resounded in her mind,

“What? I hope you’re not expecting me to actually go back for those brats,”

And for the second time, Vahliri could feel nothing but the fear that gripped her. The kind that made her feel impossible small to the flames, powerless to change a single thing that played out around her.

Helpless.


It took a concerted effort to keep the half-Annfyn’s legs from buckling inward - the vision crashing into her all at once, no matter how long it seemed to last within her mind. Even as reality came back into view - even as she attempted to push past it all, the echoes of that waking nightmare lingered on the edges of her vision.

Onderon burned, and the flames seemed to raise just a bit higher than before. Screams filled the air, and the voices felt all-too-familiar to her ears - and the smell that accompanied it all was unmistakable. She wanted to tell herself it wasn’t real. But in that moment, the half-Annfyn wasn’t sure she believed her own assertion. Instead, Vahliri fixed her gaze back onto the Mandalorian’s - predatory intent burning behind her molted eyes. They would be the anchor that kept her grounded in reality, forcing away the memories warped into a weapon against her.

Just as Sol reached out to attack Romeo, Vahliri locked her attention onto Hauron. The Force flowed from the half-Annfyn’s fingertips, billowing forth in order to coil her grip around the Solus’ legs - titanium cables that snakes around his ankles and snakes up his thighs. With a violent pull of her wrist, Vahliri attempted to draw the man inward - her intention to pull the man’s legs out from under him while closing the distance.

All the while, Vahliri’s crimson saber pointed vertically in front of her body - defensive guard maintained in preparation to deflect whatever blaster bolts were fired upon her from either Mandalorian.


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Hailee Lightwood

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While her steps had been determined, quick and confident at first, she slowed down after she was getting closer, her right hand still clutching the lightsaber's hilt, ready to activate if needed, but all of a sudden a teenager's voice from above caught her attention. Startled, she glanced up as the rainbow colored hair popped out, her face slightly softening at the fact that there was no apparent threat at hand, but then the sudden realization that the younger padawan had sneaked her way onto the ship hit her. "Maura?! Are you crazy?!", was her first reaction, her emotions all stirred up again as this was indeed unexpected, but as she realized what else was entailed by the younger Padawan's presence here, a shiver was immediately sent down her spine. "Oh kark...we're in midst of the battlefield and I've already seen two Sith approaching so there's no way we're getting out of here now. You stay behind for now! I'll have a word with you later!" she then went on with a certain hint of fury, but this was not the time to scold her. She would deal with her later on...For now, she had to face the approaching enemies and even if she was outnumbered, she wouldn't let Maura intervene. This was surely no place for her even though Hailee had no idea how well she had been trained already, but having her make her first invasion experience here was definitely not an option and she would avoid having any harm come to her at all cost.

She warningly glared at the padawan to put additonal emphasis on her serious statement, however knowing perfectly well that she wasn't truly in the position to give her a command, but she was dearly hoping that the girl would understand the graveness of this precarious situation. As she spun around she let out a barely noticeable sigh, but she knew that she had to lose some of her inner tension right away if she wanted to focus. She rolled her shoulders as she pressed the button to lower the ramp, but before she could set foot on it, a sudden chill swept over her which was soon followed by an inexorable wave of darkness that seemed to swallow her...

Corellia. She was back on Corellia. Right back at the very place that had traumatized her all those years ago. She wanted to run, immediately, but her muscles did not listen to any of her commands as she wanted to force them to move into the direction of the nearest exit of the boss's underground headquarter. Could she not simply outrun them today? They would find her eventually as they were all well connected, or would this be the day and a ship would take her off this hell-hole? However it was as if she was was paralyzed and she knew that her immobility had been caused by the trauma of last night and the conflict within her. 'Not again' she desperately thought to herself as he approached her with his regular dirty, smug grin while she still stood frozen in the corridor.

They would kill her if she wouldn't obey. Vibro knives had been held to her throat way too often within the last few weeks as she had repeatedly tried to resist their orders. 'I will get out of here. I will be able to finance my own place soon enough if I just make it through a few more weeks' she tried to remind herself as calmly as possible, but the blonde was fuming from the inside. However, she knew she didn't stand a chance just like this, especially because they usually kept weapons out of her reach and so she let out a sigh. Whatever the boss would ask of her, she had to do it, but as he now grabbed her by the wrist and led her into one of his private rooms the blood was freezing in her veins as he pushed the door open and her gaze landed on a very familiar face.

Why him? Why Trynten Kloth? Why had the boss literally chosen the only soul that had ever tried to help her in this forsaken dirt hole!? The man she almost considered as a friend, even if she was still to careful as to fully trust him. Had the boss possibly noticed that Trynthen, one of his own man, had sneaked additional supplies into her cell? He couldn't have. This was impossible.

" Kill him", the boss nonchalantly prompted her, but even if she was not facing him right now, she could literally hear that this was just another stupid game for him. She knew she couldn't ask for reasons, yet there were so many questions inside her head. "Why don't you do it yourself?" she snarled and hated herself for the lack of control over her emotions as she should have rather asked him in a more curious manner, but he immediately closed the distance between them and his hot breath was on her neck and ear again. ""Because it will be a pleasure to watch you" he breathed behind her, his left hand putting a knife into her own left hand while his right hand lingered on her waist and causing her to feel truly sick.

Don't ask. Don't ask why. Just do it she kept reminding herself, but as she slightly shoved her forward and into the direction of the tied up and gagged man in front of her that just stared at her with wide eyes, she committed a fatal mistake. In one fluid movement she spun around, immediately aiming for ramming the blade into the side of the boss's neck, but the moment she had spun around he had already been prepared for her attempt. She should have been patient, as this impulsiveness soon led to the worst night in her life. The boss had disarmed her within seconds and sent her to the ground with the very fist he had slammed into her face without hesitation. Dazed and with all thoughts spinning in her head she glanced upwards, barely even seeing enough, but what she still witnessed was how the boss slit his own man's throat with dirty laughter. There was no escape from this place. Perhaps she was even better off dead, but the boss had different plans...

Hailee blinked frantically and suddenly found herself down on one knee, her heart wildly racing in her chest while she was slightly breathless. She wanted to shout 'NO' but she luckily realized soon enough that she wasn't on Corellia. She was still on the borrowed ship and yet her head was pounding as if the fist had made it's impact. And then she remembered that they were at the invasions on Onderon as she suddenly came to her senses. She could still perceive this looming, ice cold darkness that seemed to overshadow everything while she was trying to regain her composure, but she knew that she was running out of time. The memory had felt real, as if she had gone back in time and it frightened her still. "Stay...behind Maura" she repeated, her voice now slightly shaking as she rose back to her feet.

She wanted to clear her head and so she forced herself to breathe deeply before she started her descend. Focus. She needed to focus on the light, no matter how distracted she might have been thanks to this dreadful memory. She clutched the lightsaber's hilt even tighter as she directly turned towards the two approaching Sith, her gaze immediately locking on the Enchani. If she had to take out both of them now, she would. Slowly the fright within her abated and the fire returned together with a new found confidence. The flame was still subtle, but as she met her adversary's eyes there was a certain fierceness and determination in her gaze. Without hesitation she activated the lightsaber and the crimson blade enfolded with a hiss, her gaze shifting between both Sith now. She was internally praying Maura would be smart and stay inside, but if she was even half has stubborn as herself, she was afraid she would appear next to her before the Sith were at her. There was still a little distance between them and so the blonde Padawan still had a few seconds to try swallowing those terrible memories and burying them in the back of her mind again. She waited for them while she watched each and every step attentively, her lightsaber already defensively held rather horizontally in front of her body.

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Hauron Solus

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The chaos of war was quick to teach Hauron that things did not go always as planned. While the young Mandalorian had intended on sneaking up and ambushing the Sith in the streets, striking them on their flanks, the arrival of other foes erased the chances of that happening. His feet landed on the roof he had aimed for and while his jetpack cycled down momentarily as he made for the opposite side of the roof, he watched the dead form of an Onderon Defense Force soldier announce the arrival of an enemy capable of summoning the supernatural ways of the dark side.

The glowing red blade, the dark robes and the malicious intent was just the beginning to herald what was to come. The smoking corpse of the ODF troop still had ribbons of electricity settling across its limbs as the first Sith was joined by a second. The female form dropped from the sky out of an open shuttle and landing beside her cohort.

Behind Hauron's helmet, his face was tightened into a scrunched expression of aggression. His head tendrils, wrapped and kept inside the confines of his helmet twitched as he felt something else move towards him. The young Mikkian had met Jedi for the first time days prior and now he was confronting their sworn enemy on this battlefield. But there was more at work and it swept not just through Hauron, but across the entire area. The tendrils twitched inside his helmet and he found he had entirely halted his advance as an unnatural wind whispered the sounds he dreaded to never hear again.

It felt like the sounds of his memories were playing out from speakers to either side of him, just out of his peripheral vision. But even though he could not hear them, he could feel them and imagine the images that they came with. His mother and father, his biological parents back on Mikkia trying to defend themselves from captors. The race from his home that saw his mother killed and led to his imprisonment along with a dozen other children. The voice of the slavers and their abuse caused him to quiver just as he had back then and making him shrink from the light. Their laughter echoed all around him as he was herded like cattle with the unclean bodies of other orphans. Hauron had felt weak, helpless and alone. And now he felt all those sensations from that traumatic event come rising back to the surface of his psyche.


What is-
Get Hauron!
Who's... what's-
Go to the back of the house!
I'm calling the guard!
There's no time my love! grab the blaster in the bedroom and take Hauron! Now! Go!

*the snapping of branches, the cold sweat and the breath of not only his own, but his mother*

We have to keep running. This way!
Hauron, don't leave me!
We have to stick together
Your parents are dead boy. No one is coming for you.
Hahaha HAHAHA!
He thought he had become strong enough to never lose his family again. The other children had suffered as he had and as a foundling he had trained day in and day out to stop anything like that from happening to himself, to others. But nothing had changed even as he wore the armor of a Mandalorian. The weapons and strength he bore could be stripped away in the blink of an eye and all he was was just a child in the face of incomprehensible evil. What could he do against that?

NO! His voice bellowed from behind his helmet as he refused to accept becoming the slave to another or to his fear. His instincts would not let him be taken by the Sith or slavers or anyone. The thrusters of his jet pack ignited in an effort to take to the sky and abandon the level footing of the rooftop. He wanted to escape, to get away from the danger of his enemies before him and to fly away from the horror that insourceled him.

His body leaned back only slightly while he continued to face the two dark siders, not wanting them to leave his sight. But an invisible grip found its way around his legs as his feet left the ground. Before he got a full two meters away from the roof's surface he felt his legs pulled towards his foe in a violent yank. Her advance making it clear she desired to slice him in close quarters.

The bindings that he had never wished to have on another were intangible and only sought to fuel his desire for freedom. But Hauron's flexed his fit muscles to keep his balance and remain in control of his own body, twisting in the air to use his mobility to his advantage. His jetpack kept his armored body aloft and from falling to the ground as Hauron used his core to bend his upper body forward and prevent him from becoming fully parallel with the roof or even falling back further while doubling to keep the badger's enemy within his sights. His torso remained at a forty five degree angle with the ground and allowed his jet pack to keep him from being drawn too close the enemy and begin gliding backwards and upwards once free of the grip of the dark sider. His jetpack kept him from being pulled fully off balance and her own approach and would bring her within range for what came next.

The glowing column of crimson was held at the ready by the other hand of the witch, warning him to not fire the blaster he had in his gloved hand and leveled at his target until that point. But that was not the only weapon the Solus had at his disposal. His Buir's wisdom and the training he had learned kicked in as he came momentarily within three meters by the violent pull. Her advance, and his retreat would keep him from being within range of a follow up lightsaber strike. His right hand tilted its wrist slightly while the left loosened its grip around the grapple launcher enough for his digits to activate the button for the wrist flame projector mounted on his right gauntlet. "Burn!" He cried with a hint of desperation and rage.

The projection of the flame would end just ahead of the woman's charging form and would run the risk of washing over her and past her defensive stance altogether if she continued to advance or jump out of the way. His jet pack would remain in use and not become a trouble for Hauron as once the pull had been completed he would begin ascending immediately backwards and to a safer height, increasing to three meters above the roof while letting the jet of flame breath its heat down at a diagonal angle until it was finished. The fire his weapon was fully intended to keep her at bay and make her think twice about getting close again.

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Romeo Solus

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Romeo tightened his grip around the left pistol, armored fingers tracing along the weapon's contours, as a strange tingling sensation started at the base of his neck and shot down the length of his spine. It rippled across his peripheral nerves sending a chilling aftermath which gripped him in a complete hold for only a brief moment.

Thoughts raced and instead of their impeding conflict, his vision altered to that of a battle torn Mandalore. Romeo as a young child, holding his first grenade knelt over the corpse of his elder brother, Romulon. The boy laid by his corpse, the unpinned grenade still idle at his dead brother's side. Fingers were bare and bruised, blood and scraps trickling across the skin as he reached forth to grab it. Just then a voice came. "Come.." The Alor of House Solus, prior to the rise of Kotii or Nox as the two veteran fighters were children just like he.

Romeo grabbed the hand and was hoisted to his feet, head turning back to look at Romulon's corpse as his vision now once again rotated into a whirring blur of dizziness.


The Mandalorian found himself back on the conflict of Onderon, eyes narrowing across the way to glance at his two Sith adversaries standing before him. He pushed the remnants of old visions back down into the hole they crossed out of, as this was neither the time nor place for a stroll through memory lane. As Soleil gestured with his right hand to channel force usage, Romeo reacted almost instantly. He lept to his feet, permitting his combat mode jetpack to activate its turbines as it propelled him in a diagonal path towards Soleil's left side. Simultaneously, he flicked his right hand downward, left pinky finger disengaged from the grip of his pistol, sliding across and pressing a button on the right gauntlet. The wrist rocket exploded from its origin in a splatter of smoke, screaming loudly as it whirred and smashed towards the feet of the Sith. @Mr. Teatime Considering Vahliri's close proximity to her fellow Champion, Romeo wouldn't be surprised if the shrapnel epicenter managed to partially capture her as well in its destructive radius. @Altaris As Romeo moved in air with the aid of his jetpack, the rocket launcher that Soleil had attempted to attack with, whistled through air underneath the clearance below his feet, rattling onto the ground in front of them for as long as the Sith managed to maintain a hold on it.

As the rocket was poised to hit its mark during Soleil's usage of the force, Romeo doubted the Sith could muster some last second theatrics to redirect the projectile off its trajectory. The additional aspect of being able to physically clear the 3 meter blast radius would also be difficult for the Champion considering he was standing dead still at the time of firing. Afterwards, Romeo re-leveled his right handed blaster pistol back onto Soleil's torso while his left hand swapped the pistol for his repulsor blade, pressing the button to activate its assisted function. No further attacks however were made, instead he let his eyes do their work, studying his opponents' reaction to the above.

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