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Maura Starwalk

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Hailee was talking, but Maura wasn't listening. Her twice-spoken "stay behind's" fell on deaf ears, that was to say. Maura's mind was on something else.

There was an eerie, horrible, terrible, no-good, and downright bone-chilling feeling in the air. She felt it as Hailee fell to her knees, but the kid stayed frozen in place. "What the heck?" Black eyes searched for the source of it but found only smoking buildings off in the distance, past where she could see two figures advancing toward Hailee and her. She glanced toward the other padawan again, then watched as she rose from the floor of the ship[, moved down the ramp and past her, and said something about staying behind again.

Maura wanted to pout and stick her tongue out at her but refrained from doing so at that moment.

Instead, the kid began to follow a short distance behind her. As she moved forward, she took a second to reach down and scoop up a handful of pebbly dirt into her pocket. "Pocket dust!" Maura could feel the weight of it in her pocket, hidden underneath her Jedi robes and her "fish want me, women fear me" t-shirt.

Yeah, she'd worn her fish shirt to the battlefield. Sometimes when you sneak onto people's ships you aren't wearing the most intimidating of clothing.

Though she was a small distance away from the bad guys approaching, Maura was keeping her eyes trained on one of the two Sith approaching Hailee - the brown-haired one with a gun in his hand (@Braden). "A gun?" Maura ignited her lightsaber, casting violet hues onto her deeply tanned skin, and paid extra careful attention to where he was pointing the weapon. She increased her speed too and managed to scamper her way up behind Hailee and close some of the distance.

"Time to kick some bad guy booty! I can do this! Manifest victory!" Using her free hand, the padawan dice rolled, then pumped her fist as if she'd rolled something desirable. "Let's go!" Too bad she couldn't give Hailee some of her confidence. The woman looked like she'd seen a ghost earlier.

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Cassian Graves

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Onderon was under attack.

Cassian Graves stood in his office, hands pressed behind his back as he watched Sith star destroyers brake through the planet's atmosphere. The day of reckoning he had always known and feared would come was finally here, and it came in like a lion. Roaring, lashing out, and slaying indiscriminately. Countless sentient beings would die today at the hands of the Sith. Men, women, and children. The Empire had never changed, as much as they shouted it from the rooftops. They'd just grown smarter. They were still the specters of the galaxy, the boogeymen hiding in your closet, and the monsters that history books had warned of for centuries.

"What will you do?" came a small, uncertain voice. Kiacro, ever the faithful assistant and always two steps ahead of the Zeltron, stood beside him, datapad in hand. Cassian did not answer, his jaw set, but he did not need to. Kiacro already knew the answer. He was headed for the palace. For Reyna. Without a word, he swept past the Bivall, snatching the staff propped up against his office wall. It had sat there for some time now, untouched. "Begin evacuating the building. Don't bother taking anything with you. Just get everyone out."

"And if you don't make it back?" came the Bivall's response.

The Zeltron lingered in the doorway, on the threshold of a decision that would determine his fate. He shot Kiacro a singular look over his shoulder, lips lifting into that trademark grin of his. It betrayed nothing, but there were no pretenses between the two men, not after all these years. The Bivall knew it rung false. "You don't need me, Kiacro. You practically run this place on your own."

With that, Cassian left him standing alone in his office. Outside, the capital was in an absolute state of chaos. Far worse than the devastation he had witnessed firsthand on New Alderaan. The Zeltron might have been born on Zeltros, but Onderon was his home, and had been ever since he'd enlisted in the Royal Guard. His heart broke, watching it crumble before his very eyes. The life he'd built, gone in an instant.

The city walls had already fallen. Flames had begun to spread, while dark clouds of smoke permeated the sky, the backdrop of a hundred dogfights. Onderonians were running for their lives, scattering in every direction in an attempt to escape the fighting. The slaughter. They cut down back alleyways and fumbled with the keys to their vehicles. If they could make it to the transports, they'd have a fighting chance.

At last, he had a reason to not regret groveling at the feet of Vaisra for that fleet of transports. Cassian watched as the trajectory of an Alliance starfighter changed at the last minute, crashing into the top levels of the palace. Or perhaps not. By the foito, that man continued to be the bane of the Zeltron's existence.

Cassian broke into a run, the front steps of the palace already within his view.

OOC Note: Cassian is just here for some cPvP. @Sreeya
 

Thayd Karkoza

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An invasive fear came in quick, sharp shocks. Jolts of imagery set upon Thayd’s mind as if he dreamed the past with his eyes open.

Sudden images of an enormous tree, towering up in front of him. Blood drenched the earth surrounding this tree. Blood smeared its vast trunk. It seemed a being of unfathomable might and malice, imploring him to enter its shade, to dig down, and sleep most beautifully among its deepest roots.

Just as suddenly as his hunger had taken hold, Thayd was dislodged from it upon exiting this inflicted vision. Continuing on in the direction of the sound of blaster fire, Thayd came toward the battlefield from a road that ran perpendicular to the street Coffey was on. This road was wide enough that Thayd had a clear view of what was unfolding before him. As he drew closer to this scene, this was what he saw: one man limping alone down the street, advancing toward a couple remaining ODF soldiers and firing at them with a heavy blaster rifle as they hid for cover behind some large concrete road dividers (these littered the area sporadically) in the intersection. Meanwhile the man’s own shattered comrades fled in retreat behind him.

The Jedi was moving quickly, darting amid scattered debris, all the while keeping his sights focused on this man. The more he saw the more certain he grew of what he was about to do. In fact, in the moments preceding his direct intervention, so clear was the state of things, so plain and unmistakable was the nature of the situation he found himself entering, that the feelings of chaos and danger which only minutes ago had nearly overwhelmed him, had now all but subsided and given way to a sense of conviction.

Coffey’s blaster was tearing away chunks of concrete from the barrier behind which two wounded ODF soldiers had taken cover from the onslaught of his fire. The blade of Thayd’s lightsaber shot forth from its hilt in brilliant green, and rushing in from the right (Coffey’s left), Thayd brought himself between Coffey and his targets at a position that would leave roughly 20 meters of distance between Coffey and Thayd. With deft, practiced precision he angled the blade of his lightsaber to deflect one, and then another incoming bolt from Coffey’s T-21 blaster rifle.

Stop firing. These words would project telepathically into Coffey’s mind. The next one I’ll send back to you. They didn’t come as a hostile intrusion, but simply a line of communication. The contrast between this style of psychic engagement and that of Darth Raze would be hard to miss.

But indeed, if Coffey were to ignore this overture and continue shooting at Thayd, he would likely find the next bolt and every subsequent shot coming back at him, rather than being harmlessly deflected away. A weapon like the T-21 was powerful, but its rate of fire was limited to about one shot per second, at maximum, and that was simply too slow. If Coffey were to heed Thayd’s warning and hold his fire, he would hear more of what the Jedi had to say, this time with his own ears.

Thayd looked at this desperate person. Wounded, limping, the bodies of his dead comrades strewn all around him on the ground, courtesy of the Dark Lord who sent him here. He was even strapped up like some human bomb, as if preordained for sacrificial suicide on behalf of the Sith. Seeing these things, Thayd did his duty as a Jedi Knight, and told the man in front of him the truth.

“There is no point in continuing this fight.” There was no derision in his voice, just a sober evenness. He continued, though he remained focused and aware of Coffey’s every move, able to respond suddenly. “You will not find me a cooperative participant in your futile self-destruction. Go home. You may challenge me properly when you are fit to do battle.”

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Coffey Curran

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Coffey listened as the group not only saw the shadow a bomber looming overhead, but heard it drop one of its payload. The soldier dropped to the ground as, seconds later, one massive piece of ordinance dropped onto the building behind him. The wounded soldier glanced back at the building to see, though it's still standing, it was heavily damaged by the explosion. A portion of its roof had collapsed giving the ruin the look of a caved in skull.

Lieutenant Curran did not think, he already had a detonator in his hand and primed it the moment he hit the deck. Releasing it from his grip, he threw the explosive at those blaster-weilding defenders like a baseball pitcher before running like hell into the ruin. Adrenaline was pumping quickly through his blood now, the pain and weight on his shoulders quickly forgotten as he sprinted away. His back was used to the battery pack, its weight almost like a friend to Coffey. And currently his only friends were the T-21, the Bryar Pistol, the vibro blades, and the four thermal detonators on his chest.

His movement was merely a tactical defence out in the open he was a sitting duck. In the ruins he had a chance to escape with his honor and dignity intact. No one in the history of the Curran lineage had willingly surrendered and Coffey was not going to break that streak. He had to think quickly, so he rapidly disconnected the blaster from the battery and set it off to the right of a doorway of a windowless room that led deeper into the building, moving off to the left and keeping his back tight against the wall. He slung the heavy blaster around his shoulder and pulled out a vibroblade in one hand, and his pistol in the other, ready to fight to the death if he had to.
 

Soleil Altan

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A chill still pervaded the young Sith's mind and body, coiling around and through it. Arctic seawater filled his veins, so different than the fire espoused by instructors on Korriban. It was so indifferent. And yet, utterly malicious. No passionate fuel burned like the sun, no rage to erupt in flame. It was deep, dark, and all-consuming. It snuffed out all those things that didn't really matter. It was terrifying in its purity. There was no distraction. Only the cold.

Soleil inhaled, abandoning his control over the rocket launcher as he saw the Mandalorian beginning to leap. He exhaled, his right hand whipping upward. The Force quickly flung the soldier's corpse at Sol's feet up and forward into the path of the rocket as a meat shield. At the same time, Soleil sprung back and away from his ready position, lightsaber covering his body. The rocket would impact the meat shield's torso a few meters away from its intended target, detonating just out of range and making Sol's ears ring. The corpse did its job of absorbing the deadly shrapnel meant for Sol and Vahl, however, aside from a few stray bone shards that left bruises under his armorweave.

As Romeo was aiming and swapping weapons mid-air, Sol reached out with the Force to tightly grasp and yank the Mandalorian's right arm. He would abruptly wrench the limb down and somewhat back toward where Romeo was flying from, forcing the pistol off target and redirecting the arm's forward movement. The pull would drag the rest of Romeo's torso down along with his arm and cause the jetpack's thrusters to angle upward. Using the Mandalorian's jetpack-powered forward momentum against him, Soleil's intention was to flip Romeo downward to crash head-first into the ground using the grasped limb as a fulcrum.

If successful, the single-direction jetpack would join the Force in smashing the Mandalorian's skull against the stone rooftop at full speed, followed by the rest of him. Because the ground was mere feet below the Mandalorian since he was rocketing horizontally and hadn't ascended much, there would only be a split second between pull and impact.

Soleil faced Romeo with knees slightly bent and saber guard up, ready to deflect potential projectiles. He would be between Romeo and Vahliri. Both Sith knew well to watch their flanks for cross-target fire and Sol assumed Vahl would be similarly positioned.


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Caelian moved forward with Wodan, albeit slightly ahead of him in echelon formation, crimson lightsaber in his right hand, as they approached their targets. As the Jedi did nothing to close the gap, the Sith had free rein to approach at their leisure, mindful to avoid any sort of mischievous trickery that didn't seem to materialise.

With nothing preventing their advance, Caelian began to see more clearly the peculiar sight of a stunning blonde Jedi contrasted by the dark crimson glow of a Sith lightsaber. That, he assumed, meant that this particular Jedi was no simple rookie and would not go down without a fight.

Caelian noted that as one Jedi stood roughly behind the other while they were around 25 meters apart, it may prove initially difficult for them to support each other. Taking the chance, he extended his free left hand and reached out with the force and drew from the darkest inspirations that he could muster, causing feint sparks to illuminate from his fingers. Suddenly, a burst of force lightning erupted, seeking to envelop and consume the torso of the Jedi standing closest to him. @Hailee Lightwood

The young champion hoped to catch her off guard as the malicious attack would seize her muscles still, terrible burns and scaring would occur if she didn't defend herself in time.



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The sound of his breath within the helmet filled his ears as the pair of Sith made their way through the streets of Onderon’s Capital City. The Jedi ship was ahead of them, the landing ramp coming into view when Wodan felt unease filter through the atmosphere, the unease quickly devolved into fear then terror.

Without truly knowing Wodan pinned the feeling on Darth Raze, the Sith Lord had been the orchestrator of his torment this past decade, why would today be any different. As the Acolyte continued to move down the road his consciousness was ripped from his body and forcefully made to rewatch the most intense memories of his life. The crying and wailing of his mother on that transport shuttle as the newsfeed from Firrerreo filtered through. The emptiness in his stomach when he was told his father and siblings were dead. The rage and anger when he first laid eyes on Darth Raze, the pittful sense of weakness and irrelevance when the Dark Lord walked by not even giving the Acolyte a second thought.

One by one his mind filtered through each of the memories, feeling every emotion as if it was brand new. It hurt, truly hurt the Firrerrian’s soul to relive the memories that shaped him into the man he was today, one filled with bitterness, hate and drive to murder.

Wodan blinked away tears as his soul filtered back into his body, his cheeks were wet. But there was a fire that burned deeply inside the Acolyte, one he turned onto the Jedi that stood before him. One had the gall in that moment to stand before Wodan with a Red Lightsaber drawn, almost mocking the two Sith which stood before him.

He felt the Dark Side coil around Caelian next to him and could tell what would happen next. Stopping to stabilise himself, he raised the blaster rifle to his shoulder and took aim at the forward Jedi @Hailee Lightwood , unleashing a barrage of five shots aimed at the women’s stomach and upper legs timed to land just after the lightning. Forcing the women to either block the lightning at her torso or the blasters at her lower appendages.

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Darth Tempest

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Even as the chaos of battle raged all around her, Vahliri kept her gaze harshly fixed onto the Mandalorian - piercing amber eyes swirling with the faintest flickers of gold. Echos of inferno and screams of those who burned lingered on the edges of her consciousness, fueling the emotions that roiled within and were as tinder to the Darkness. The Force built and swelled all around her, even as she strode forward to engage with Hauron alone.

While aware of what he was doing, Vahliri was less concerned with Romeo. By virtue of the fact she was already moving forward and hadn’t exactly been standing shoulder to shoulder with Soleil, the half-Annfyn naturally put herself beyond any splash damage from the Solus’ wrist rocket.

Instead, Vahliri kept her eyes locked onto Hauron - watching as the Mandalorian raised his wrist flamethrower to face her charge. Moving purely on instinct, the half-Annfyn took a full step to the right - putting herself a meter east of the initial stream of fire - though not nearly quickly enough to avoid that initial stream of fire entirely. Her right arm rose to shield her face as intense heat and flames the sleeves of her robes, scorching her exposed skin while the heat easily pierced through the robes she was wearing. The half-Annfyn hissed in pain as superficial burns began to marked her arms and shoulders, and it was only by virtue of Hauron's range and her own step to the right that the flames didn't engulf her small frame, and a quick swipe of her hand snuffed any portions of her sleeve that began to catch fire.

Teeth bared, the half-Annfyn extended her left hand once more - fingers curling as the Force billowed forth with the strength of titanium cables. Once more gripping his legs, Vahliri yanked the Mandalorian’s legs upwards and through their natural path of motion - crossing into the path of the continuous jet of fire. Given the diagonal angle of his flamethrower, it was only a short distance that the half-Annfyn needed to manipulate his legs into the crossfire, while the lack of weight pressing down on the limbs, by virtue of airborne trajectory, allowed the half-Annfyn to pull off the maneuver. If he continued to engage with the flamethrower, the telekinetic pull would put the Mandalorian’s legs directly into the path of his own weapon - engulfing his lower half and begin rapidly burning through whatever protection he wore, all while disrupting the stream before it ever reached the half-Annfyn. If he merely continued to jet backwards, the Mandalorian would effectively put himself beyond the range on his own weapon.


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Darth Raze

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The Dark Lord was focused strictly on the palace at that point, though he certainly intended to perpetuate the sense of dread across the entire city. Within moments, dark clouds began to churn above, swirling and spinning like a vortex above where the starfighters were dogfighting. Lightning streaked across the skies, thunder erupting hard enough to shake the ground and send tremors through the buildings. Everyone would feel it and continue experiencing that sense of despair. Cracks formed up the sides of some of the high rise buildings as glass windows shattered and were blown out. Deep fissures streaked across side streets and alleys, swallowing up any parked speeders and threatening the same for any civilians running away.

Raze had leapt to another building and a glance down identified Cassian Graves. The Dark Lord grinned beneath the helmet as he sprang into the air and jumped down to land on the ground several feet behind the man, the impact sending cracks through the ground. Raze rose to his full height, his close proximity almost oppressive to be around for anyone. It would feel as if there was an icy, cold grasp constricting around the chest and slowly crushing inwards.

The Dark Lord looked past Cassian Graves and spotted the King and the royal family attempting to escape. The princess rushed towards the Senator, terrified and in tears. Raze took slow steps towards the group. He didn’t reach for a saber or raise any limbs. All the same, the King was abruptly thrust up into the air with an unnatural force. He clutched at his throat and squirmed in the air, suspended several feet above his family and on full display for any civilians that were escaping nearby.

Raze wasn’t even looking at the man at this point, his visor slowly turning to regard Cassian Graves while the King’s choked and gurgled sounds of struggle resounded behind the Senator.

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Cassian Graves

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A cimmerian sky possessed the planet.

Darker than anything Cassian had ever beheld, transcending what could be seen with the eyes. It was tangible and living, and it possessed a will of its own—squirming and writhing its way into your skin until it reached your very center, and then it clawed at your resolve.

Lightening tore through the darkness, but it did nothing to allay the dread that settled in the hearts of every man, woman, and child. Cassian was not immune to its effects, and although he had never felt the force a day in his life, he understood that this was its doing. It was an unpleasant feeling. Harsh and unforgiving and cold. Even Onderon's sun, beginning its descent in the west felt distant and cold, as if it had lost its power in the face of the darkness. As if its rays would never shine on Onderon again.

Coming down the steps was the Royal Family, flanked by two squads of the Royal Guard. Reyna rushed into his arms, ignoring her father's protests as usual, while the rest of them hung back. For once, Cassian and the King of Onderon found themselves in agreement—that Reyna should not be here. The Zeltron stared into her eyes, wiping away one of the tears that stained her dark cheeks with his thumb, and offering her a smile that she did not share in.

Whatever small moment they could have shared together was gone in an instant, as the ground beneath their feet began to split, fracturing as cobblestone was dislodged and reduced to dust. Blue eyes traced each crack back to its source—to the Sith Lord hovering feet away, staring at them through red, glowing slits where his eyes should have been. He just had to be extra like that.

Only the sound of Reyna screaming could tear Cassian's eyes away. The King was suspended midair, fat fingers clutching at his own throat, fingernails tearing at the collar of his royal mantle as his feet dangled and kicked for solid ground. He was choking to death, a slow and painful agony. His eyes darted between Cassian and his daughter, silently pleading for help. As if there was anything either of them could do. The Zeltron kept Reyna rooted in place at his side, ignoring her desperate attempts to reach her father and the confusion in her eyes when he wouldn't let her.

His gaze swept past her, to the Royal Guard huddled beside the rest of the family. They'd never looked more useless and pitiable than at that moment. "Take her away," he ordered in a low tone, and immediately they obliged, none of them looking to die the death of a forgotten hero at the hands of the Sith that day.

"No!" Reyna screamed, kicking and struggling against their hold as they drug her away. She was a force to be reckoned with, but for once, the situation was out of her control. Cassian watched her go, his eyes pleading with her to understand, but he knew she couldn't. Wouldn't. Not today, at least. Under different circumstances, the Zeltron might have looked on and watched the King with mirth in his eyes—the demise of the man who had tried to sabotage his career at every turn and take his daughter away from him, but for Reyna's sake, he didn't.

Instead, he turned to face the Sith Lord, his face unreadable, as any practiced politician's would be. He never believed the day would come when he would risk his own life to save King Hakan's. At least, not without live holocameras recording. He didn't know if it was because Reyna was still watching or if something inside of him had snapped at the worst possible moment, urging him to do the right thing. It couldn't have happened at a more inconvenient time.

Defeating the Sith—that was impossible. He was a politician, not a warrior, and not even his days in the Royal Guard could prepare him to face off against a Sith. All he could do was try to distract the Sith—just long enough for Reyna to escape and for his grip on Hakan's neck to loosen.

"You look familiar," the Zeltron addressed the Sith. He was just buying time and talking nonsense. Any other politician would have done the same. "Have I insulted you before?" Then he charged headfirst, unsheathing the vibro sword concealed within his staff. There was no turning back now. @Sreeya
 

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Timer went off on schedule and his armor's PA system began playing tracks off his uploaded spacify (new version of intergalactic spotify) account. The music brought a related theme of rebellion and bloodshed mood into the warriors' ears, his lips curling into a smile.


Romeo didn't falter at the Sith's defense against his wrist rocket, instead he chuckled internally and whispered "Not bad" to himself. In fact, he was rather amused at the last minute improvising his opponent had performed, watching as the innards of the deceased soldier splattered onto the roof deck along with shards of shrapnel that scraped against Soleil's armorweave accessory. Romeo's intention of taking aim and firing onto the upper torso was impeded with Soleil's sudden force attack. However, instinctively, the warrior fired almost instantly as his right hand was jerked downwards and towards his own left side. The result being, shot placement was off and was more or less a teaser shot at Soleil's right knee, mainly to elicit a reaction. @Mr. Teatime

The Sith had devised an interesting plan of attack, however, he forgot to realize that as Romeo's elevation was only a few feet above ground, it would work to the advantage of the Mandalorian. As his body was thrust down, Romeo extended his right foot outwards underneath his torso as it being the closest limb to the ground. Right boot slammed against the stone floor of the rooftop, followed by the left foot as it scraped behind. Considering his jetpack was in combat mode, the thrusters automatically shut off as his feet braced against the floor, resulting in only Soleil's force pull yanking him forwards. At that moment then, it was a testament between the force yank and the Mandalorian's physical restraint against it. The net result, Romeo stumbled several steps forwards but did not crash to the ground skull first as originally intended. A soreness struck through his right rotator cuff and pectoralis, but luckily he was not engaged in melee combat just yet. He hoped the pain would tingle away as their fight continued.

Romeo flung his left arm in an underhanded swing, wrist snapping as he released the vibro repulsor blade towards Vahliri's left flank, timed accordingly with her force binding attempts on Hauron. Considering she was already committed/distracted and the weapon was coming from a lateral angle not in her direct line of sight, he doubt she could properly defend. @Altaris Right pistol trained on Soleil's chest in that moment, as the Mandalorian took a step towards him and another. Simultaneously, right index finger squeezed the trigger thrice, shot placement at the left shoulder, left pectoralis, and mid-diaphragm level. The heavy stun bolts even blocked would likely add a stagger component and their intended locations meant that Soleil couldn't simply block both with a partial vertical rotation of his saber, he would have to re-position his arm as well. @Mr. Teatime

Left hand twinkled near the handle of his left pistol but did not draw just yet. Romeo was testing the Sith, almost as if daring him to act. Soleil had choices at this point, he could try to help defend Vahliri, defend himself, or launch another attack. In either case, it was a win-win scenario in Romeo's mind; further force usage would mark the fourth straight application by the Sith in a short amount of time. A silent tally that the Mandalorian kept to himself, knowing full well that his opponent could not maintain this effort indefinitely without incurring exhaustion.


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So there they finally were. Hailee had made no advance to step closer until now. Through her training she had learned that impatience was a mistake and so she awaited them with determined calmness, breathing deeply while she swallowed the rest of those painful memories. She knew she couldn't let herself be distracted by her emotions. Not this time. Not again. When they came close enough, however, she slowly started step forward in order to remain mobile.

The Sith duo suddenly stopped in a fair distance of approximately 25 meters and it seemed like they had already worked on a cunning plan. Since she already had her lightsaber in a defensive position she was only waiting for them to attack and so they soon did, almost in unison as they both aimed for her.

A slight smirk crossed her face as she could see the the Echani reaching out with the Force while the brown haired one aimed his blaster rifle. Since she had been the one patiently awaiting the attack, she began to quickly sidestep already as the lightning sparks began to crackle. With her lightsaber in her right hand she easily deflected the disperse force lightning that had slightly suffered due to the distance, while she evaded the five fired bolts with ease, the red bolts zooming through the air right where she had just stood a second ago. It was easy to evade those bolts since the Sith (@Wodan) had aimed for a relatively small regions of her abdomen and her legs. "Oh how rude", she snapped sarcastically to the two of them before she could also sense Maura's presence.

While the blueish lightning was still in contact with her crimson bladed lightsaber she reached out with her free, left hand, an invisible grip tightening around the Echani (@Caelian) while she unrelentlessly pulled him forward, attempting to not only stop him from continuing the lightning, but also pulling him right into melee range, perhaps even into the scorching blade of the lightsaber that was still defensively and diagonally held in front of her body to still protect herself from the Force lightning, but also to be able to adjust the blade accordingly if the Sith started his next attack. She cleverly attempted to pull him into the line of sight of the other Sith, so that he wouldn't be able to hit her unless he wanted to let the bolts penetrate his mate.

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The gout of flame shot forth from Hauron's wrist as he kept the three meter distance with the roof of the building. Its bright heat was capable of melting the flesh off most unprotected targets. But it had a limited range which saved the Sith somewhat who moved to his left of its initial full affect. Hauron looked from the confines of his T visor and watched her come into view beyond the cloud of flame with minimal damage and quickly dragged his arm towards her.

The yanking pull he had felt earlier had been temporary but the same sensation would return. This time he was expecting it to be one of the few tools the woman had at her disposal. Seeing her reach out her hand to once again grab ahold of some part of him, his core tensed and would keep his upper body under his control. The two second long burst of flame from his wrist flame projector would continue to shoot from his wrist even as his legs were brought up in the cross fire of his weapon of choice momentarily.

While he was three meters above the roof, Vahliri was making up some of that distance with her own height of over five feet and fire would still run the risk of engulfing her upper torso. Hauron was hovering a mere three meters above the roof, but some of that distance was made up by the Sith's own elevation. Enough of the fire would likely reach from the top of her head down to her hips and only the side step from earlier had protected her from most of the damage. The Mandalorian's projected flame would be somewhat blocked by his own legs this time but he was fine with trusting his second skin to bear the damage that would be for a split second. flames would damage the fibers of his thermal undersuit and surround the upper torso of the woman unless she choose to immediately drop to the ground prone or make some other drastic evasive maneuver. The bottoms of his calves would feel the heat and tell him he would not be wise to continually burn away at his own defenses. The compromising armor integrity would be wittled down if exposed for too long.

While his right arm tried to burn the rest of its load in spite of the Sith, his left hand would aim his grappled launcher around his legs and shoot at her left leg. Hauron knew it was not an ideal weapon for combat. But it would continue to whittle down her defenses. If it managed to strike her the grapple's barbs would take hold of her flesh and maybe even allow him to drag her off her feet. This was in time with Romeo's thrown vibro weapon and the two Mandalorians had a similar line of thinking.

The Solus's upper body tried to move and allow his jetpack to circle to the west, sandwhiching both Sith so they were between two Mandalorians on the rooftop. The constant movement and hovering position would make it difficult for them to gain a fix on the armored warriors and split their attention more. With his right hand slightly bent to allow his projection of flame to fire, the blaster pistol in Hauron's right grip was aimed at Soliel's general direction. It was not precise but the Mandalorian would fire a blaster bolt at the other Sith from his elevated angle, forcing each Sith to deal with two combatants rather than only one. The Soliel had his back mostly turned to Hauron, increasing the supernatural dark sider's chances of taking a half-aimed shot from his medium blaster bolt. His father had told him that the lightsabers were capable of deflecting blaster bolts but at this range and unprepared they would not be easily sent back towards the Mandalorians.

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The dice roll rolled her hand right back to her saber, just in time for the crackle of electricity and the whine of blaster fire to appear. Hailee sidestepped and Maura brought her already-readied saber up diagonally across her chest, ready to face whatever came flying her way. The first three of Wodan's blaster bolts were caught and deflected off - one, two, three - but she caught up quickly enough to angle her blade to reflect the last two back at Wodan. The first shot toward his hands would burn a hole in either his blaster or his skin should he not move, and the other shot off just to whichever side Caelin was on. If he attempted to avoid either shot by side-stepped away toward his Sith buddy, he would find a searing pain erupting from his upper arm.

"This is just like practicing with those droids!" Maura whisper-shouted to herself as her blonde eyebrows tensed together in concentration. Assuming Hailee was successfully able to move him into Wodan's line of sight, as Hailee yanked the one bad guy who'd shot lightning at her forward, Maura would reach out to add to the Forceful movement of him. Caelin would feel the Force wrap around the forearm wielding his saber - his right - and force it upward into the air, squeezing it tightly as it went in the hopes he would be forced to drop the weapon. Regardless, this position would leave him vulnerable to Hailee's attack.

If he was not moved into Wodan's line of sight, she would instead grip him around the head with the Force and quite literally yank him downward - her hand would close to a fist and drop toward the ground. "Heads up- er, down!" Her goal was to get him prone - or at least on his knees. She did this as Hailee pulled him, hoping to utilize the existing momentum in order to make her "job" easier.

"HEY YOU! SITH ARE SUPPOSED TO USE LIGHTSABERS, NOT GUNS! NOOB!" The child was now in line with Hailee. She would shout this out regardless of whether or not she could actually see Wodan, and would stick out her tongue if she could. "GET GOOD LOSER!"

Though she held the Force with her offhand, her saber was still held firm, ready to defend against any more blaster bolts sent her and Hailee's way.

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Thayd was fully aware of this nuclear arsenal that the man in front of him wore openly across his chest. Thermal Detonators were abominable weapons, infamous throughout the galaxy. Thayd had recognized them on sight, and the last thing he wanted was to see them used on this battlefield. Coffey’s blasters posed little threat to the Jedi Knight, but these bombs were another story, and he was acutely sensitive to any movement Coffey made toward deploying them.

So when the soldier did make this move, it was impossible for Thayd not to notice. Coffey was directly in front of him, and Thayd was staring right at him when he took the thermal detonator from its place on his chest. The ordinance that would be dropped by the bomber could not dissolve his focus or his understanding that his life likely depended on staying outside the blast radius of that thermal detonator, and so as he sunk to the ground in cover from the explosion in the building behind Coffey, the Force was already gathering around Thayd’s left hand. He would not be distracted. He would be ready.

When Coffey rose, Thayd rose. As Coffey wound up his throw, Thayd made no overt or obvious counter-movements to signal his response prematurely. The Force was often an invisible ally, and someone insensitive to it would not simply see when it was about to be called upon in the same way that Thayd could see what Coffey was doing and anticipate what was coming. When the soldier released the thermal detonator from his hand, the Jedi acted instantly. His left hand shot forth, and with it a massive outpouring of the Force surged forward.

The thermal detonator was a thrown object, not something fired from a gun or launched by a machine. It would not get close to Thayd. Instead it would be rapidly seized in the swelling wave rushing out from him and jettisoned back in the direction it had come from, and pushed farther. Immediately after throwing the thermal detonator, Coffey had turned and taken off in the opposite direction to run toward the bombed out two-story building behind him. Unfortunately for him, he would share this destination with the bomb that had just left his hand. The detonator would go flying a couple meters over his head, strike the front, street-facing wall of the bombed building, and fall to the pavement where it would, true to its name, detonate.

The explosion caused by one of these devices was shocking and devastating. Generally, a thermal detonator had a blast radius of six meters, and it would vaporize everything inside of that six meters. One could imagine a sphere roughly forty feet in diameter that simply deleted everything within it. That was what would happen when this thermal detonator went off. The building it landed in front of, which Coffey ran so surely toward, as if it contained his salvation, would probably collapse entirely as several of its structural support columns would be atomized in the blast. Everything that was above the blast radius on the upper floor of this building, its walls, roof, contents, would come crashing down in a cascade of falling debris and go gushing out into the massive crater that the thermal detonator would eat from the ground beneath it. If Coffey was inside the blast radius when the detonator exploded, there would probably be nothing left of him. If he was just outside of it, the flood of debris from this collapsing building could bury him alive. If he was lucky, he might simply be badly concussed or have bones broken by some raining chunk of building.

For his part, Thayd, once seeing that the detonator was about to hit the building Coffey was heading toward, leapt back and watched from behind the cover of one of the large concrete road dividers in the street. He was himself well outside the blast radius of the detonator, and far enough from the collapsing building that its falling debris were quite a ways out in front of him. He had been 20 meters from Coffey before the soldier had thrown the detonator, and the building was perhaps another 20 meters behind Coffey.

To think, Thayd had offered mercy to this man. That was his first instinct. Told him to go home. Coffey had responded by throwing this heinous, infernal device at him, and then turned away from it at once, to flee from the disgrace of it like some craven fugitive. But now the horror of its power was thrust upon him.

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Hearing the grenade he threw return closer to him, fear decided to kick in. His blood pumped as fast as it could, chemicals throughout his body kicking in as fight or flight kicked in. Flight here was the only way to live. His heart raced like a swoop bike, his mind focused on removing himself from the blast radius. And doing so, he ignored his initial plan of a trap and kept going. He hobbled as fast as he could into the room he felt he would use for the explosive trap and simply pressed his frame against the doorway as he braced for impact.

That's when the explosion caught the front of the building, the building jolted around him as the entire front collapsed. He was near the rear of the building, so he knew he was just barley out of the blast radius as the wall he leaned against was rattled by the detonation, and he knew it would come down any second, so he turned around to a window behind him and moved as fast as he could towards it. Building momentum was his current goal, and just as the roof collapsed he threw himself through the window that looked towards the rear of the building. His right arm's armor shrugged off the small pieces of glass that broke from the window as he bailed through the window, his form twisting right as he jumped through out to the rear of the building. But that is when the debris bellowed out through the window and later the wall as it broke itself. Chunks of debris large and small ripped itself through the left side of the soldier's face as he turned in the air.

His frame landed with a heavy thud beside the battery pack, the armored cell used to some punishment but still not quite ok from this impact. It let out an audible fizzling noise, and the internal cell died. The world went dark for a moment as his ears rang, but that was before he opened his eyes. Or he tried to, where one eye was covered in the blood from all of the cuts and gouges in his face's flesh. He had to wipe his gloved hands across his eye, trying to get the blood out, as he saw through the biological sensor in a red tinted hue.

Coffey assessed his situation, he was still in pain, he was wounded but not critically so, and his primary rifle had lost its battery back. He began to switch the blaster to use its own power pack as he began to limp towards what probably was an apartment building right next to the collapsed ruin he jumped through. He needed a high window, and one close by. This building was not in the best of shape, but it would do.
 

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Soleil's right leg swung behind his left in a clockwise pivot, presenting a side-face stance with a slimmer target profile toward Romeo, lightsaber close to his body in a one-handed Form III guard. The reflexive stun bolt flew by Sol's right leg, close enough that he felt his skin tingle as it passed before crackling into nonexistence against the rooftop entrance behind. In his peripheral vision, he could see Vahliri engaging the second Mandalorian with bright streams of fire lighting up the rooftop. His focus was primarily on his immediate opponent but he was still wary of cross-target fire and Hauron's position.

Even if the Mandalorian believed Sol would just release his arm and didn't realize how a jetpack worked, he hadn't released the arm and he did understand jetpacks. Maybe this added a bit of surprise to Sol's adjusted tactic. As Romeo extended his feet toward the ground, the half-Wrean Sith's right hand squeezed into a fist near his waist and reinforced the telekinetic grip on the Mandalorian's downward-forced right arm into locked durasteel bands. When Romeo stumblingly landed and turned his attention to throwing his knife at a different target while Soleil felt him straining against the downward pull, the Sith made his move.

His Force grip wrenched the Mandalorian's right arm rod-straight down and back toward Romeo's right side below his hip, combined with an abruptly sharp twisting motion along its length to forcefully rotate the shoulder joint, joining with Romeo actively resisting being pulled forward. As the shoulder joint and connecting tissues were already straining at the moment while Romeo landed, it would be more than enough force to violently dislocate his right shoulder from its socket while he stumbled forward instead of tingling pain.

The telekinetic attack and intended injury would interrupt and prevent Romeo from aiming or firing his pistol at Soleil. Because of the sudden jerky movement, it would also worsen Romeo's aim with his repulsor blade, exacerbating the already iffy accuracy from an out-of-range throw and likely sending the knife further off course. Soleil had no intention of giving his Mandalorian opponent a moment's composure. The Champion's stamina was reflective of a Force-focused combatant that'd trained that way since he was an acolyte; a few telekinetic maneuvers wouldn't easily tire him.

After his evasive movement, Soleil's right side faced Vahliri and Hauron, both visible. He caught sight of the man trying to maneuver around Vahl while awkwardly aiming his occupied right hand to inaccurately fire his pistol through a sheet of flames directed elsewhere. Sol hastily took a half step west and slightly turned his waist, crossing his saber over his body to ricochet the shot at an angle toward Romeo's center mass somewhere. It wasn't very precise and the bolt skimmed painfully over Sol's right bicep before deflecting, a wisp of smoke curling from the surface burn. But it was a surprise threat, a flanking shot suddenly turned into potential friendly fire.


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Even after stepping to the right, Vahliri kept her eyes trained firmly onto Hauron - watching as the airborne Mandalorian drug his wrist to follow her trajectory, attempting to aim through his own legs and incinerate her in the process. The half-Annfyn was already preparing to move in response when her amber gaze briefly snapped downward and towards Hauron’s left hand, though her attention didn’t linger for a split second longer than necessary before she moved. The half-Annfyn drew her left foot backwards in order to step diagonally backwards and to the right - putting an additional meter of distance between herself and Hauron. Her body immediately adjusted side-face and with her right foot forward - crimson saber tipped towards the Mandalorian in a forward, forty-five degree angled guard.

Her evasive movement capitalized on the fact that the airborne Mandalorian was already nearing the maximum range of his weapon at three meters, and the additional step backwards was more than sufficient to put the half-Annfyn safely beyond its reach. Additionally, her step backwards and the counter-clockwise movement of her left leg would result in Hauron’s grapple-line missing its mark entirely - its metallic barbs instead embedding into the duracrete rooftop - effectively tethering the Mandalorian to the surface in the process.

It was roughly at this point that Vahliri’s gaze snapped to her own left - catching the metallic glint of the Vibro-Repulsor Blade that was thrown by Romeo. Her attention didn’t linger unnecessarily, only long enough to watch the weapon fail to come anywhere near her - having moved to right even before being knocked further off-course by Soleil. Unconcerned, Vahliri’s gaze promptly snapped back onto Hauron - watching as the airborne Mandalorian veered to the west and attempted to reposition himself onto her flank. The half-Annfyn’s body reactively turned to follow him - taking another half-step backwards to distance while keeping her saber continuously pointed to deflect any blaster-fire - which was instead turned upon Soleil.

Confident that the half-Wrean was capable of defending himself, Vahliri instead opted to capitalize on the Mandalorian’s split attention. At the same time that Hauron attempted to fire his pistol at Sol, Vahliri extended her un-occupied left hand - the Force flowing through her extremities with torrents of volatile might. Within a split second, streams of violet-and-blue electricity tore forth from the tips of the half-Annfyn’s fingers. The current of electricity was deliberately aimed to travel through and be concealed by the gout of flames before crashing into Hauron's upper torso - giving him little opportunity to defend himself while engaged with both the flamethrower and pistol.


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There was an exhilarating rush to combat that just wasn't found elsewhere. Caelian's lightning attack had met it's target, but found itself tangled and tamed by the Jedi's lightsaber (@Hailee Lightwood). As quickly as he had attacked, he felt the full brunt of her invisible counter-attack wrap its tendrils around his body, pulling him forward aggressively in the same direction he was naturally moving. His rapid movement helped ensure that any stray bolt, being reflected toward (@Wodan) , wouldn't hit the Echani.

Caelian wasn't ready for the first yank, but he was by the next. He shifted his stance toward the direction he was being pushed from to resist the sideways pull from (@Hailee Lightwood). This coincided with the downward pull from (@Maura Starwalk). While resisting one attack was possible, two would be increasingly draining and hard to counter, forcing Caelian down onto one knee and left fist into the ground for balance.

Angered by this set back, Caelian leaped forward to close the short distance with (@Hailee Lightwood) for them to enter melee combat at last. His crimson blade moved effortlessly through the air from his right side and in front of him to allow a slash down from her upper left shoulder in a diagonal attack as he arrived in front of her. Of course, he knew it would be trivial for a skilled duellist to block his attack with their own weapon, otherwise they'd find themselves several feet shorter.

Should she successfully block his lightsaber attack, Caelian would unleash a half second burst of force lightning at her right thigh. If it hit, the duration wouldn't likely result in any permanent damage except cosmetic, but the sensation and pain would, he hoped, slow her down.


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The shots from the blaster didn’t make any effect, the first Jedi easily able to manoeuvre out of the way. The younger one deflected two shots back, one aimed at his right side where his blaster was and the other further to his right in the space between him and Caelian. So Wodan just stepped to the left to avoid both shots coming back at him.

With the distance closing between the pair, Wodan dropped the blaster rifle and pulled his spear out from his back, unfolding the weapon and fastening it tight in one smooth motion. All three combatants were too his right, with both of the Jedi’s concentration on his colleague, this allowed Wodan to side step to his left and flank the mouthy young Jedi, arriving directly to her right.

As she concentrated the Force around Caelian’s head, he would stab forward with both hands. His target, the upper right side of her body, the blow if ignored would pierce through her upper bicep, and the side of her upper chest from right to left - a mortal wound. The angle of the attack being so close to her upper half of her sabre arm and the concentration of force upon the tip, meant that blocking would be ill advised without taking damage. "Better." He quipped back at the girl.

If she dodged backwards away from Caelian and Haliee, he would follow with a step to his left before aiming another stab at her torso. If she dodged away from him towards Haliee and Caelian Wodan would step in crowding the pair of Jedi.

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