Ask Flashpoint Kashyyyk Vine is Dead

[Ciri]

When the small village of Zhaaathalghrannkoooc was being threatened by fires from the bombardment of the Hapes Queen Mother, the local Wookies were apperently in a state of severe unrest and in desperate need of help for the evacuation. The chaos was perfect.

Finally, the mad Queen had done something right and Kashyyyk now offered the perfect opportunity for her to strike. Planting the seeds of chaos and wrecking havoc where instability was already manifested was perhaps exactly what they needed.

The Dathomirian was adorned in dark robes, her weapons carefully concealed behind layers of fabric and contact lenses veiling her yellow eyes, not giving her away for what she really was as she stood aboard the ship she had recently acquired.

The Wookies needed a quick transport off the village and they were ready to offer space for more than 200 passengers. A tempting offer they didn't even know they'd regret. She wasn't expecting any troubles or delays here in the forest, but she was ready to fight if she had to, even if she preferred to just get the Wookies into their possession...

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Spoiler: ooc note

Tagged writers will join on the Sith side, thread will stay open for opposition/others to join

 

[Telly Udon]

Telly Udon, as a member of the fragmented but rambunctious Resistance, had heard Kashyyyk's call for aid and had enthusiastically answered it with all the meager forces available to him. He remembered from his time in the original Rebel Alliance how devastating Wookiee Warriors could be and, as much as he genuinely wanted to defend Kashyyyk against the Sith, the pragamtist in him was hoping that providing aid to the Wookiees would help recruit some of them to his side.

However, already there were complications. The problem with an entire planet being attacked (especially a densely forested one like Kashyyyk) was that it wasn't always clear where the best place to position your troops was. Telly did his best with the information available to him, dividing his men into small fireteams and sending them to what seemed to be the most tactically advantageous positions; bridges shield generators, spaceports, while using the relatively centralized village of Zhaaathalghrannkoooc as a staging area and base of operations. Alone, a fire team couldn't do much but it was Telly's hope that they'd be able to bolster any defensive forces that were already in place.

But already, things were going wrong.

For one, the village of Zhaaathalghrannkoooc was currently on fire, which made it a rather poor environment for a base of operations. Telly and his aide-de-camp, Marchson, were able to at least stop the fleeing Wookiee masses from turning into a full-on stampede at least.

Marchson was using his rudimentary language skills to convince a group of Wookiee children that fleeing into the woods alone l in the midst of a battle wasn't a good idea. Marchso, a young former Imperial, still maintained his officer's professional look, though he'd traded in his Imperial duds for a yellow jacket that marked members of Telly's resistance cell. Another yellow jacket popped out of Telly's parked Lambda shuttle, a Mustafaran pilot who was fretfully asking if they should abandon their position.

Angrily hushing his pilot with a finger, Telly grabbed his ships fire extinguishers from the cargo hole and joined the village firefighters in trying to stamp out the blaze. The modern instruments certainly helped and for a second it looked like they might be able to have this situation in hand when, all of a sudden another ship came into view.

"Marchson, be a good lad and get those children aboard the ship." Telly ordered crisply and calmly, his voice not betraying a hint of fear or anger, even as he unclipped his blaster rifle from his belt. He didn't know who this ship belonged to or what they wanted but he had a feeling the fires in the village were only the begining of their problems.

 

[Drexus Brogroo]

Drexus was aboard the ship with his fellow Dathomirian. Arriving to Kashyyyk in his armor and gripped his saber's hilt. As the ship made it low enough for the Sith forces to land on ground and attack, he would jump down and land in a villainous and strong stance. He scanned the area, fire burning down the forest and blaster fire erupting around him. It was.. perfect.

As a few soldiers ran toward him, blasters firing, he would ignite his saber and deflect them back. The returned blaster bolts would rip through their senders and leave them lifeless. The attack on Kashyyyk by the Hapes forces was the best opportunity for Drexus to kill the very Jedi that allowed for his father's execution. This was only the beginning of his revenge. There would be no mercy, he was here because the taxes were due and Jedi would pay with their lives.

He wanted to call the Jedi out. To bring them all to him and slaughter them like lambs, but he knew there was another opportunity to be had as well. Slaves. The Wookiees would make great labor slaves. So even if the Jedi flee, at least he was making money. As for the Resistance forces that were here, well.. they were allied to the Jedi. So they made the same mistake as them.. they will have no mercy on their souls.

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[Nevizkas]

Cyutadakyr understood that her own name was sometimes difficult to pronounce for those equipped with only a basic tongue, but Wookiee names far exceeded this. She didn't even want to try to enunciate the name of the supposed village that they were descending towards, opting instead to stand near her recent acquaintance and watch as Drexus raced off to fight.

Coiling fingers around her own lightsaber hilt and stealing a glance towards the woman standing beside her, she remarked, "I suppose subterfuge isn't his strong suit." They no longer had the option of tricking the weary refugees aboard, but the one thing he had right as that they could still reap and reave the cargo aboard.

Jumping down from the ship, Cyu pooled the force around her, while scanning the area for something strong to pummel.

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[Cyrian Vrax]

Cyrian had only asked the necessary questions for their mission. A battle of Kashyyyk would have serious dangers, but their objective was not to directly engage adversarial forces. The Sith had opted to take their advantages and not expose themselves to unnecessary dangers. This was perfectly suited to Cyrian's prefered methods.

The number of Sith loyalists had been increasingly appearing from the dark. They had enough now that a squad of Sith troopers had been assigned to the mission, and Cyrian was at their head. Their job was simple. Follow the Sith's orders without question, keep them covered at all times, if the need arose get them out of the area unharmed, and if they needed to throw down their own lives in completion of the mission, to do so without reservation.

"Eyes up, and blasters down range." Cryrian ordered, his own commands muffled behind his black helmet. He and the squad moved to flank their Sith leadership.

Cyrian saw the Champion Drexus move forward. Cyrian opted to assist and not leave him alone.

Five fingers went up, indicated he wanted half the squad to move with them. Cyrian's boots snapped on the forested floor with his compatriots, half staying with the ladies of the Sith, while he accompanied the Champion Drexus for his advance.

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[Arla]

The Twin Spirits seemed to have a sense of humor. Once upon a time, Arla's mother had come to Kashyyyk with a fleet and burned down half the planet. Now, the Apex CEO was here to help defend and evacuate the planet from an attack by Hapes and -though Arla knew neither of these things - specifically led by a woman who her own mother had helped put in power and who now reported to her... whatever Raze was to her. Irony.

She arrived in a practical outfit with Fenris close in tow as she started double checking the various buildings and structures to make sure that they were clear. Amidst her regular daily carry she had found that her EZpods had paid for themselves already when dealing with the Wookiees. They freed her from the need for a protocol droid and provided her with other features as well. Worth every penny.

Her eyes flicked back to several of her Kaleesh who were trying to get a Wookiee family out of the path of the incoming fire. In the distance, she could just make out the rising of the smoke as the first of the floating, smoldering leaves drifted on the air.

Her gaze followed one of them through the air until it crossed in front of the form of a ship descending into the village. Something crawled up the back of her neck as she looked at it, and it didn't take long for her to figure out why. Out of the ship popped soldiers and Sith, firing on anyone nearby. It didn't leave much room for guessing about what their purpose here was. It seemed the Sith hadn't learned any subtlety since she had left.

Apex contractors dropped into cover almost at once, returning fire against the Sith troopers pouring out. They had the high ground of the village, which would give them a profound advantage, and... well, there were Wookiees, too. Ultimately, though, Arla knew that the battle would be determined amongst those here who wielded the Shadow.

Arla opened herself up to the Shadow, letting it flow into her and strengthen her for what was now very inevitably going to be a conflict. They were Sith and she saw no reason to try to reason with them. They were the enemy, and that was as simple as it came. Arla was an Apex Huntress, and they were now her prey.

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[Ezra Thorne]

Ezra told himself he wouldn’t return to this dump. Even when the distress call was sent out, he thought he could force himself to ignore it. Others were helping. Hell, even his own father mounted a defense. However, a voice in the back of his mind reminded him of what Kashyyyk had meant to him. He found Dash, Leon, Zathria and Ferrin here - some of the most important figures in his life. He was not normally the sentimental type, but the thought of the planet coming to devastation grated him.

With his friends already making moves before he made up his mind, the last bit of hesitation left him. He had originally arrived at the temple, but there were reports of activity elsewhere. Ezra gave Dash (@Alhon) a one -armed hug, the most affection he could muster in public, and left to join the village defense.

The Thorne arrived near his sister in no time, observing as Sith brazenly revealed themselves. He hadn’t had the chance to really speak with Arla - but she was the sibling that truly knew what it was like having someone like Raze as a father. Someone that personified everything evil and twisted in the Force.

Ezra didn’t draw his saber yet, watching as Apex engaged the Sith below. He gave Arla a quiet nod, his expression not as frosty as usual. He was adorned in simple tactical attire, a saber on each hip, though he only intended to use one.

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[Ciri]

The ship landed amongst the chaos, however given the sheer look of the Starliner, it seemed like some Wookie's did already understand that a transport vessel was just coming in. She could see the mistrust in their furry features, the fright from the incoming fire, but maybe the transport offered hope the Sith could use to lure them in all quietly...

The fucking Zabrak though crossed their plans quickly though. There was reason why on Dathomir, the covens had held the Nightbrothers as slaves and perhaps she should have leashed the idiot. Now, rage bubbled underneath the cold, almost frozen features as she glared down at the Champion from above right after he had exited preemptively. "I suppose he likes pain", she coldly replied, yellow eyes narrowing down on Drexus behind the lenses as she stepped forward.

The instructions had been clear: They'd just round up and 'evacuate' some Wookies and deal with those who'd step into their way, not instill terror and frighten the sheep they were supposed to herd. Brogroo's doing made things more complicated and raised unwanted awareness, so as Chirikyât jumped down after Cyu, she would immediately reach out with the Force and coil it around the Zabrak's neck.

Ciri was no one to tolerate stepping out of line and thanks to him, even the troopers followed, thus further adding to the mess and fueling her inner wrath. They'd be lucky if they still mananged to get some remaining Wookies aboard, but for now she intended to violently punt the Zabrak to the side with the Force.

There was no time to deal with him any further as apart from resistance fighters, more and more groups seemed to pile into the village, drawing Ciri's attention and making her focus on them instead. She let the rage fuel her as she called onto the dark side, opening herself up to it fully and letting the darkness flow right through her she continued along with Cyu.

There was a woman flanked by a wolf that looked very familiar. If Ciri hadn't been on Rattatak herself, she might not have recognized the breed, but now she couldn't help but to wonder whether she she had been there as well. It seemed like her group kept the Sith troopers busy enough, so that Chirikyât met her gaze.

The tattoos were unmistakable, but she wondered why the other Dathomirian intended to stand in their way, but as Ciri had never been much of a talker, all she did was to channel the Force and waited for her to close the distance. There was a reason why she wasn't engaging the others and she was very eager to find out what her game was.

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[Telly Udon]

"Marchson, take the shuttle up and get out of here! There's nothing you can do here." he commanded to his aide-de-camp and the shuttle full of Wookiee children and elders.

As hard it was for Telly himself to believe, this wasn't his first time fighting lightsaber-wielding Sith. From experience, he knew they weren't gods and that numerical superiority, artillery barrages, and unconventional weaponry could easily dispatch them. Unfortunately for the former Rebel Alliance captain, he had none of those with him at the moment, so Telly wisely decided to leave those matters to Wookiee bruisers and the Jedi who had showed up.

No, he wouldn't be taking the Sith head-on but, fortunately for the boisterous Pau'an, it looked as though there were plenty of Sith soldiers to take on that were more his speed. Ducking into a hut that hadn't been consumed by flames, he spied the squad of troopers led by Cyrian Vrax. The hut wasn't much to look at really - nothing more than a storage shed with a thatched roof, a front door and a rear window. But that rear window was facing the incoming squad so Telly leveled out his F-11D rifle on the window frame and fired.

The first bolt would go right past Cyrian and slam into the trooper next to him. Five more bolts would follow from the hut before Telly ducked down for cover. Sith he might not be able to fight but soldiers? In his 419 years, he hadn't yet met a trooper he couldn't tussle with.

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[Drexus Brogroo]

As Drexus was beginning to make his way towards the village, he noticed there was a Jedi. A fairly recognizable one. Ezra Thorne.. The Son of Emryc. The Son of the man who had Drexus' father killed. The Son of the man who robbed Draugr of his honorable death. The Son of the man on Drexus' hitlist. Now by blood relation, Ezra had found himself on that list. The Sith Champion gripped his lightsaber harder and felt hatred consume him. It was time to handle his business.

Taking a few steps forward his blade ready and his mind focused on the Jedi, he was ready for combat.. that was until he felt the force wrap around his throat. This wasn't light side power, no he could feel the anger behind it driving it. This was dark side energy. Then when he was pushed through the force, he would land and roll into a kneel looking up to see Ciri. Had the Jedi been thirsty for blood, he would have been an open target to die.

Ciri had made her decision, and it wasn't to keep the Sith Order moving. No instead it was to divide it further. Drexus may have been eager to fight, but costing the life of a Sith when you could kill a Jedi is the wrong decision in every case. Not to mention should be struck down now, the other two Sith Champions would be easy pickings, same for the Troopers with them. The Zabrak would stand should there be no attack made on him and look to the Jedi he was ready to fight. The Zabrak would raise a hand and point his finger to the sky with palm facing Ezra, "I'll be with you in a moment."

Then making his way through the trees, he would use the force to wrap her neck and throw her immediately towards a tree next to her. If she wanted to turn on her own, she would suffer the consequences. Drexus' blade readied to fight as he stared her down through the visor of his helmet. The Jedi would have to wait, his anger and hatred was now on the traitor. Congratulations Ciri.. you just made the list.

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[Nevizkas]

The Sith pureblood may have been the most powerful force user on the planet if disappointment was the measure of one's strength. It could not escape her notice that one of the more recognisable faces in the galaxy stood between them and the Wookiees, and even then Cyu could sense a far greater power lingering further behind.

Cyutadakyr silently wondered if Dathomirians were genetically predisposed to congenital faults, or if it was simply a common occurrence. No sooner did they touch the earth beneath their feet did she sense the aggression between her two companions commence, leaving her to wonder why.

In some cases the natural aggression shown by the male would have been commended, encouraged even. Although considering the formidable opposition they now faced, even that was now questionable. Failing the subtle mission before it even began was a considerable achievement, one where they would face a suitable reward no doubt. But that didn't mean that Cyu couldn't at least try to salvage something of the mess that had been created.

Rolling her eyes as Drexus made his attempt on Ciri and thus ensuring their mutual engagement, the pureblood continued to walk towards the Jedi, leaving the pair behind with the quiet remark, "It's too bad you weren't on Dathomir."

Assuming Ezra nor his companions engaged in hostilities, the pureblood would make her way towards him with a neutral expression before making her pitch. "Excuse the children, Mr Thorne." Stealing a glance over his shoulder to the distant crowd of worried Wookiees desperate to flee, but likewise desperate to avoid running into trouble. "I'm....not important. But what is, is that you have two hundred problems and little time to solve it before the next bombardment, begins."

With her free hand, Cyutadakyr pulled a small packet of cigaras out and offered one to Ezra, and a lighter if accepted. "You're welcome to escort them, if you wish. I'm paid either way, pick up and delivery anywhere that isn't here." He was welcome to refuse, of course, but who else was going to make it here in time? The choice was theirs to make as she stood there waiting.

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[Cyrian Vrax]

When Cyrian had moved up with the Sith Champion, he had not anticipated being immediately left on the ground. The Sith were of right to move without ground cover, but this young one was likely going to get himself killed. As blaster shots poured out from a hut further down the line, Cyrian and his men dove for cover. Cyrian in particular made it to a great lump of a tree as five bolts singed the ground around him, dirt and smoke picking up with it.

"Contact front!" He shouted hitting the ground, and crawling on his belly towards trees. The squad did the same, as rifle shots peppered around them. "Forty meters!"

They were not exactly in an ambush, but this complicated his ability to cover the Champion Drexus. Cyrian took stock of the sitatuion.

Trooper dead. Sith were engaging what appeared to be Jedi... engaged from the front.

The mission remained unchanged. If they were going to do their job right, they needed to cover the Sith.

"Covering fire! Light em up!"

Cyrian let some of his troopers fire on the hut first, before firing a sustained volley of ten rounds at a figure at a rear window.

"Prepare to advance!"

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[Arla]

Arla looked over to see her brother was the one who had come, and she found herself surprisingly happy to see him. She gave a nod in his direction and a faint smile, suppressing the urge to greet him as "brother."

Her attention turned back to the violence taking place below her, but even she couldn't have anticipated what she saw next. They started fighting among themselves? Never in all her years had she seen her enemies start fighting each other within the opening seconds of an attack. Two of the Sith turned to trying to kill the other, and the other... came to make small talk? All this while blasterfire was being literally exchanged between her troops and the Sith troops. Arla was confused. If she ever needed confirmation that she had done the right thing in leaving the Sith, it had just shown up on Kashyyyk, gift-wrapped with a bow.

The pureblood started saying something that Arla didn't listen to and all Arla saw was a 75,000 credit pricetag to top off the contract she was being paid to be here with her people. That and as the Pureblood pointed out: they had a nice ship to evacuate everyone on after Arla finished killing them all. Or... incapacitating.

Yeah, Ezra may have been a Jedi, but she certainly wasn't.

She didn't even say a word but simply raised her hand and clenched it down abruptly. With the Shadow, she would snap each and every one of the woman's limbs in quick succession. She could attempt to resist, but Arla was exponentially more powerful than the other woman. On par, in fact, with their own Dark Lord and arguably no less vicious. She'd have simply snapped her neck if it weren't for the fact that the bounty stipulated "alive."

It was unfortunate for the woman that she had been left out to dry by her partners, but that was the Sith. No, actually... she mentally corrected. That's whatever the current Sith Order is.

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[Ezra Thorne]

From the vantage he and Arla had, they could see everything. He spotted the Zabrak jumping out saber swinging and threatening harm to the Wookiee that needed to be evacuated. Ezra didn’t miss the others that came out behind him, two women. Ezra had a brush with the dark side enough times - he had a bit of it in him as a remnant of being Raze’s son. Though the Mortis realm had ‘cured’ him, he was no stranger to it.

There was a sudden surge of the dark side as one of the women used it on….the male? Ezra watched him get thrown aside, get up, make some menacing gesture at him for some reason (probably since he couldn’t get the Jedi discount on EZTech products) and promptly attack his teammate. Ezra didn’t even need to look at his sister to know they were both wearing the same vacant expression.

As if to confuse things even more, one of the other women walked towards him as if she hadn’t just arrived from the same ship as the other obvious Sith. Ezra was on his guard, preparing for combat when the woman opened her mouth to speak. Before he could engage, Arla acted first, practically collapsing her like Senator Aezzairrfhowrrhudrrl handling a can of Emryc Energy.

Ezra blinked a few times, cringing as he glanced at Arla, “I was…supposed to stop you from doing that, wasn’t I?” He wondered aloud. If the woman was left suffering, he would at least use his powers to make her drift out of consciousness.

He was prepared to engage in combat with his saber drawn, but for now the problems were sorting themselves. His eyes flicked to the ship the Sith arrived in.

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[Ciri]

Chirikyât was ready, eyes narrowed and focused on the target ahead as she stood still, however she could suddenly sense the angry Zabrak lashing back out at her. Growling, his invisible tendrils were curled around her neck before he attempted to hurl her, too, but the Champion immediately flicked her attention onto him and violently yanked at his grip.

She was being flung to the side, however, could at least keep herself from being thrown into the tree completely, but it was fairly obvious that she was too busy to intercept the initial attack on Cyutadakyr before it began to take hold of her. Apperently, the Apex Huntress hadn't come to play and so she intended to crush her first adversary before the pureblood could even snap into action, just while Ciri lost valuable seconds to Drexus.

She threw Drexus a warning glare as she skidded to a halt, pure hate radiating off her, but as much as she would have loved to tear the foolish Zabrak into pieces, her attention flicked back to the Huntress like a shark that had smelt blood as she perceived a wave of pain washing over her 'ally'

Arla had the Force coiled around the pureblood Champion, about to shatter each and every bone within and Ciri instantly poured her rage into the Force. Through the dark side, she reached within the nearest fire that had been burning already thanks to the bombardment and manipulated the existing flames, so that she didn't even have to conjure the flames herself.

The thick, foresty terrain offered just the right environment for even more chaos, so by fueling the fire with her hate, the Sorceress quickly sped up the process of letting it spread across the foliage in no time, so that the burning ground ate its way towards the other Dathomirian within seconds, which would force her to move. This still meant that she wouldn't initially be stopped by Ciri as the Huntress began to sqash the pureblood.

However, a convenient side effect was that it would cut off some Wookies from their secure escape and knowing that their fur just burned wonderfully, she was assuming they'd witness much more destruction soon enough as forest fire burning wildy and uncontrollably spreading would definitely pose a severe issue for all of them soon enough.

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[Nevizkas]

The force was a force to be reckoned with, and all the self-confidence, bluster and arrogance in the galaxy wasn't always enough to dance your way out of danger. Perhaps without Arla present, she might have at least had the opportunity to discuss something with the pretty boy, but alas it was not to be.

The sudden surge of power emanating from the huntress was both impossible to miss and, likewise, to stop in time before it began its wrath. The lashings of her shadow fiend gripped the purebloods body, plying with such force and determination that even as Cyu attempted to resist its power, she could feel a horrible pain forming in her arm.

The horrid snap of bone and disfigurement of the arm was a brutal attack, causing the saber hilt to simply fall from her hand and roll away. For one who thrived on pain, both for personal reasons and as fuel for the furnace, the furious intensity and malicious affliction struck against her limb was the pinnacle of her career.

Sadly, there would be little time to savour the moment, as the pulsating pain shot through her limb. Her nerves, tempered in the forges of torture they may be, were still only humanoid and still reacted with horror at the impact.

In quick succession, she felt similar pressure being applied to her other limbs, with each being pulled with similar intent. Pouring every ounce of her strength, furiously fuelled by the insidious pain she was starting to feel, she pushed back against the titanic onslaught, daring not to break her focus by lashing out.

I'll take that as a no, she couldn't help but think.

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[Drexus Brogroo]

Drexus was preparing for his fight with Ciri. The world went mute for a moment while he was blinded by rage. He watched as Ciri defended the attack fairly well, as expected when you're ready to be attacked by your own. Something Drexus didn't think would happen, at least not upon arrival. Ciri's eyes glaring at Drexus wouldn't be enough to make him back down. He hadn't the fear in him to back down.

Then her eyes flicked over, and the feeling of pain spiked in the force. Drexus could feel it. If he and Ciri were here, then Cyu must have been fighting on her own. He'd turn his attention as well, the Dathomirian on the opposing side was looking to take Cyu out. 'Damn it Ciri..' Drexus would speak to Ciri as he began making his way over to Cyu, "This isn't over.."

Whilst he knew he'd never make it the whole way over, he did notice when Cyu's arm broke, her saber had fell from her hand. This may be his best shot. A minor detail in the madness, that the others would be blind to at the sight of bones being bent the wrong way. He had to be quick as well. Reaching with the force he would grasp the lone lightsaber and in quick succession ignite and flick the saber to swing it as Ezra's legs. The Zabrak had his full focus in the attack, to make it as fast as possible in the midst of Cyu's pain.

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[Arla]

Arla didn't let up and continued to crush the woman in front of her without remorse, snapping her limbs to pieces but otherwise leaving her alive. The other Dathomirian made an attempt to save her, but it was not as successful as she would have liked.

She was already fending off Drexus, had to recover, and then had to attack Arla. Except she didn't attack Arla directly, she pulled the fire toward her, but they were surrounded by rivers and mud and near-swamp conditions. Things did burn, but not like they would in another environment. All of this gave Arla ample time to finish her limb-rending while tossing the Pureblood between herself and the flames.

Arla wanted to evacuate the Wookiees, but if they thought she was going to break down weeping over a few lost, they had yet another thing coming to them. No one was getting out until the Sith were dealt with.

That left Arla to deal with the other Dathomirian. She lashed out with the Shadow at the woman, sending a circular orb of green energy directly for the woman's chest with a flick of her left wrist.

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[Ezra Thorne]

Ezra’s attention was drawn away from the Sith being crunched when fire broke out in the distance. He realized that the other two set their differences aside and were on the attack. The Zabrak stared really hard as if he was trying to do long division - probably some geometry to figure out how to make it across quick. Clearly the effort almost broke him from the strain on his face. However, Ezra was surprised when a red saber suddenly ignited and came for him.

Clever.

Ezra barely batted it to the side with the saber he had at the ready, the incoming blade cutting in real close and singing the side of his pants and superficially burning slightly into the side of his left leg. With his other other hand, simultaneously to the dodge, he coiled the Force around the Zabrak and hurled him directly into the massive path of fire created by his comrade next to him. Given how the Sith had focused all his energy on telekinetically manipulating the saber, even when he abandoned the effort, it would take a moment to focusing on the yeet into the flames.

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[Telly Udon]

With no one having made any moves to stop it, Telly's Lambda shuttle took off, taking his men and the oldest and youngest members of this unpronounceable village with it. Of course, this also meant that it was leaving Telly behind.

It was not a position that the Pau'an relished as the Imperial squad he fired on evidently had taken some issue with being lit up. Fortunately, Telly had already been ducking by the time Cyrian began firing at the window so all the shots went well over head. That being said, he was pinned down and his cover was slowly splintering around him as blaster bolt after blaster bolt struck the hut's exterior and interior.

Telly crawled on his belly quickly out of the hut while the Imperials were lighting up and then quickly got up and began sprinting to the next nearest hut across the street to try and take up a new position there. Ideally, he could keep doing this until the Sith were repelled or more reinforcements came. He just hoped he wouldn't run out of huts.

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