Speak Softly

[Darth Victress]

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DATAR
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A world deep into Imperial Republica space was the homeland of the alluring Ghostlings. The gorgeous species were known for their aesthetic pleasures but also their frail physiques. One of such was the Governor of Datar and consequentially, a supporter of the Old Empire. He had grown disillusioned by the failing Drast bloodline and the Republic's natural divergence from traditional Sith values. If this entire operation were to be successful, it was paramount that he be on board with allowing the true Empire to mobilize its fleet over his planet. As such, the Dark Council had dispatched one of its most reliable enforcers: Lady Crusader Arianna Marris to personally deal with this endeavor.

She had arrived in the thickness of nightfall through her personalized yacht and accompanying Imperial transport. Joining her with two proven and decorated acolytes: The Deucalian Harren @Denzein and the menacing Barabel @Gian Greydragon . The meeting took place in the Capitol building, staff and possibly observers had long gone home for the evening as only a few densely lit lanterns scattered across the grounds. Outside perimeter of the building was well guarded by Ghostling soldiers as well as nearly one dozen Sith Troopers that had accompanied the Crusader on this assignment.

Double doors swing open as the trio of Sith entered into the lobby; their figures followed by four heavily armored Troopers with Javelin Light Repeaters. A chilly breeze of death swept through the room, carrying with it the wails of tortured souls. Naturally terrifying, the Governor's own hairs rising as he met with the Dark sided emissaries. Arianna was clad in her ebony armor, but held what appeared as a pitch black spear in her right hand, green flames cascading upon and down its shaft. The weapon's essence unholy and recently conjured, still sparkled with pulsating dathomiri magics. Her other weapons including lightsabers and the side-arm blaster were well hidden on her figure. Her head tilted into an arrogant angle as the Crusader spoke.

"Greetings, Governor Devlin. Thank you for meeting us.." The man simply bowed in respect, his apparition like body shimmering even as it stood and bent forwards, "The pleasure is mine, Lady Crusader. I hope your journey was well?"

"Delightful.." She replied.

And so..it began.

 

[Harren Skaalvarg]

What a funny people these Ghostlings were. Frail and tiny, it was a wonder they had a world to call their own at all... Harren assumed the Sith didn't take kindly to such weak creatures being in charge of anything let alone an entire world - it spoke to him of the idiocy of the Republica: Hate aliens, but allow the weakest, most useless specimens to control planets anyway.

Harren's Empire would look very different indeed to the one he was a part of now.

That however was fantasy. This was Vrael's Empire, soon to be united as one again, and they were making that happen today. Harren walked at Arianna's right shoulder through the capitol building dressed in his sith marauder armour, though he'd not been able to resist a fur mantle about his shoulders. He was heavily armed by his own standards - his lightsaber and two knives (one a vibro weapon, the other simply razor sharp steel) as well as his pistol were all on his person, everything being on his belt aside from the vibroknife which was attached to his boot. He'd even brought along a pair of fragmentation grenades, thanks to the troopers he'd been bullying incessantly on the flight. They were in his left thigh pocket.

The reason he'd come properly kitted out, as opposed to in his usual unprepared state, was because this was important. His reputation with the Sith could live or die based on the outcome of the next few minutes, and he wasn't leaving anything to chance. Arianna was in charge, unquestionably this time as the mission was diplomacy not murder-making, and Harren was muscle. If the governor didn't respond well to words, he was here to provide more physical, messy incentives that Arianna had a mind to provide... And if they were interrupted by outside forces?

He was there to kill them.

Standing ready at the crusader's shoulder as she greeted Devlin, Harren scoured their surroundings with both his eyes and the force. If anything was out there he wanted to know about it before it knew he knew. He was making no attempt to hide his own presence, instead content to allow the force to writhe inside his body - yearning to be used for more than scanning the perimeter. He clenched and unclenched his fists without thinking about it, suppressing the urge for now.

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[Niish Chichel]

Ghost people... Ghostlings... whatever they were called, they looked rather frail. Niish would call them a light snack, if it weren't for the off-putting glow the emanated from their skin. Niish pondered further on whether or not the flesh would continue to glow after death, and if cooking would help his case at all.

It was around this time, that the loading door of the yacht opened, and Niish was instructed to move, taking up the left side of Crusader Arianna. He wore his Nomadic Warrior Armor, with a Pugio Blaster Pistol at either side, and bringing with him a WESTAR-1 Blaster Pistol, for the stun capability, should it be necessary. Niish also carried his own Javelin Light Repeater, and three reloads for each of his weapons, as well as his double-bladed lightsaber displayed on his hip.

For now his role to play was to stand and look tough, until someone tries something, or outside forces seek to stop their dealings. Niish cared not which happened first, but his mind still pondered on the finer points of Ghostling cuisine.

 

[Wes Thul Drast]

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The Ghostlings had a pretty nice planet, to be fair. Nighttime had set long ago, but the meeting was only happening now, as if the Republica closed its eyes in the dead of the night. Sure, most of the capitol of Datar was sleeping now, but Imperial Intelligence was not. Wes and his partner, another Sith, were also not slumbering.

They'd spent their time—from noon until now—visiting the lovely capitol, Wes having dragged Zarya along through every possible tourist attraction available. Then, at around 1800 they'd settled down at a nice cafe, where they waited for night to fall and showtime to arrive. The Drast was still munching on a croissant when the two showed up to the governor's house, having bypassed the Ghostling security rather easily.

"Did they really think they could put Ghostlings as guards and not get ambushed?" he asked Zarya, his mouth full of croissant, his words muffled. They were now walking through the halls of the Governor's mansion, the house empty besides the handful of traitors somewhere down the hall. He had a Holopod in one ear, playing music at max volume, while the other was empty so he could hear anything Zarya said. "I mean, seriously—their bones break from a tap." Wes had, of course, done far more than just tap them. Day would come and the sun would shine on the bodies, and it would not be a pretty sight at all.

"Lack of respect," he added. "It's like they're trying to taunt us." Their dialogue was hushed, so they would not be audible to those within the room.

The Drast stopped outside the door and took out his holopod, stuffing it in his pocket. He was wearing a non-descript black cloak to avoid being seen as they infiltrated the mansion, but saw no more need for it now that they were right outside the door. Wes undid the buttons and cast it aside, throwing it somewhere down the hall for someone to trip over later. His armor was black as well, though it had been freshly polished and shone in the dim light. On his belt, two lightsabers—one red and another a blue saberstaff—hung like trophies, and a little bit further away, his blaster pistol.

The Drast finally shut up (fortunately for Zarya), and took a deep breath. Then, he slammed the heel of his boot into the door, slamming both double doors open loudly. It would interrupt all discussion and draw attention directly to them, as Wes wanted.

"Ghostlings?" he asked. "Really? Do you know how difficult it was to get someone to come with me? Everyone just laughed when I told them we were getting betrayed by goddamn Ghostlings." He looked at the Governor, his eyebrows raised. "You and I are going to have a lengthy discussion later."

He took the hilts of his lightsabers off his belt as he spoke, ready to defend against any attack that would interrupt him from speaking.

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[Pierre Lindegaard]

Those ghostlings are weird... they give Pierre the creeps...

Pierre Lindegaard was at the Governor's mansion in Datar. He also infiltrated the manor as well, although taking a different route from the other Imperial Republica infiltrators, nor did he have any idea they were there. To Pierre he was just following up on a lead of his own, something fishy going down here and Pierre is going to find out what it is. The Sith Acolyte would be wearing his normal gear, same armor but ditching the cloak but still having the same armor protection. He woudl smiling as he would make his way through the building, but his mask would cover it any no cameras would be able to see his face.

As he was creeping through the halls, he felt some sort of cold chill in the Force.

It gave him the shivers

Maybe that's one sign of that lead he was supposed to be following up on. He would contuine to make his way through the building, using that chill to make his way, the more he can feel it, the close he can get.

Eventually, using that path he would make his way towards the lobby. He approached the door quietly, and then slowly openning it. The openning of the door would be happening at the same time Wes Thul Drast started talking, so while most likely everyone's attention would be focused on the Drast, any (pretty much non-existent) noise Pierre would be making would be covered up by Wes as he opens the door slowly and discretely. And Wes will probably be the focus of attention as addressed everyone and interrupted a conversation. Of course, Pierre of course would have his purple-bladed (not ingited) lightsaber hilt in his right hand as well, alert, onguard, ready to react to anything that might be thrown his way. The Corulagi native would also be drawing the force to him.

Would anyone be able to sense Pierre through the Force? Extremely unlikely as the powerful Old Empire Sith woman was making such a display with her Dathomiri magicks and the feeling of chilly death that came about with her. That would be enough to draw everyone's senses right to her.

Pierre would see the Old Empire Crusader 15 meters in directly front of him (facing her left side), and the Imperial Republica Sith 10 meters on his front diagonally to his right side.

The Corulagi Sith is prepared for stuff to go down, he wouldn't open the door all the way though, if something comes that way that maybe handy as cover.

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[Zarya]

Wes was certainly an... interesting character, very different from the only other Thul Drast she had met. He had insisted that they visit all the capital's attractions, she humoured him is his wish. At first, she was wasn't exactly enthusiastic about it, she thought it was a waste of time that could be used to be preparing for the mission but it turned out to be the thing she needed, at had been some time since she distracted herself from the situation the Republica was in. it consumed most of her waking moments, so this distraction was most need respite not that she would admit that to him.

As night descended, their quarry's appeared and so their mission began, getting in wasn't hard, ghostlings weren't exactly most threatening or toughest species in the galaxy, as Wes so stated they were incredibly frail. As they made their way through mansion Zarya was unsure if Wees just like to hear the sound of his own voice or was just generally this chatty, Zarya remained silent to him, focusing on her surroundings rather the conversation. though he did grow quiet when they finally reached the door they were looking for, she could feel the cold chill of the dark side from the other side of the door. she checked her armour and readied her saberstaff.

when doors opened, she immediately through her saberstaff at the 4 troopers that stood in front of her, the blades down the centre of the column the troopers had formed, eight thuds could be heard as she pulled her saberstaff back to her, deactivating only one of the blades. She let Wes do the talking as she drew the force around herself and readied to defend herself from their enemies.

 

[Darth Victress]

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Apex predators left nothing to chance; there was a saying that good warriors always had a contingency plan, but great warriors didn't need one. Infiltrating the compound felt easy because it was intended to; the cowardice of the Republic was evident and if they wouldn't willingly arrive in numbers, the true Empire would lure them out. Trap was set and the prey unwillingly followed.

Arianna was exchanging pleasantries with the governor when she felt a nudge on her shoulder by Harren. A glance at the scowl on his face indicated that perhaps hostility had arrived and as he turned to face the door, so did she. As Pierre drew the force to himself, she felt the single signature off to her side. He may have been well hidden with the benefit of her own aura but as the horrifying presence was hers alone, her senses would not be dampen by it. @Faster Than Light Fingertips slowly moved to an underhand grip on her spear in anticipation of what would arrive next; The sudden hiss of Zarya's saberstaff activation outside the door however, foolishly gave away their opponents' proximity as well as their intention.

Thus, as the doors swung open, her green eyes kept a fixated gaze upon the two opponents that had dared challenge with hostility. Wes was occupied with verbal garbage and thus not immediately a threat but simultaneously, when Zarya made the physical motion of throwing her saberstaff, Arianna responded in kind. The spear was hurled viciously, propelled with a single application of force throw to further augment its velocity. Ghastly and terrifying, the corporeal weapon whistled through the air covering the distance between Arianna and Zarya with deadly speed, targeting the center mass and torso of the Zeltron @christhebarker . The throw was timed to Zarya's own saberstaff throw, thus meaning that the Republica sith would have been committed to using the force to guide her own weapon on 4 separate targets and therefore would be unable to properly defend herself with the force. In addition, the young acolyte had mistakenly thrown her only physical weapon, leaving her severely vulnerable and defenseless against the attack. The spear was conjured from dark Dathomiri magicks and thus possessed the lethality equivalent to a lightsaber; capable of neglecting armor and tearing flesh asunder. If connected, it would likely cleave Zarya into two.

One of the Sith Troopers was taken off guard by Zarya's attack, his head chopped off from the saber. A second one narrowly dodged by diving for cover while the other two simply stepped out of its trajectory. Given the spear, Zarya wouldn't be able to focus much longer on the guided attack.

Upon completing her throw, a single lightsaber ignited in Arianna's right fist, coming to guard in a defensive position. The left hand continued to pulsate with bubbly force energies as the Sorceress' command on the force was undeniable, bending and shaping it to her will.

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[Harren Skaalvarg]

Harren was not surprised, for he was already on the lookout for opposition. He'd been hoping for it, expecting it, and here it was in the shape of two Sith from the Imperial Republica. He recognised neither, which made what was about to happen next that much simpler a task.

He'd turned to face the main door, nudging Arianna to do the same, given that he'd already been on the lookout both physically and mentally. Even before they opened the door, his active scouring of the area, hunting for life, bore fruit. He'd bought himself time to react, to avoid surprise when the human kicked open the door and said his piece. Not only that, but he felt distinctly uneasy about the manner in which the pair announced themselves. He couldn’t put his finger on it exactly, it just smacked of a distraction.

Igniting his blade as the Zeltron threw hers, Harren took up a defensive position beside the sorceress to her immediate right, his blade held ready in a two handed grip naturally covering his torso and head to defend against attacks be they from the force or physical. The flung saberstaff went straight ahead, clearly aiming for the troopers though as opposed to the Sith - an error that Arianna was quick to punish as she launched her Dathomiri spear right at the Zeltron's shapely torso. He began focusing force energy deep within himself as the enemy were before them - preparing it for more obvious, offensive means.

Despite this preparation, he remained painfully aware that all was not necessarily as it seemed - why make such a loud, distracting entrance? He could sense little more than what was before him, given Arianna's overwhelming shadow, but even so the Republica was filled with duplicitous little worms. He focused on the pair before him, but kept his peripherals in mind - there could always be more, things could always be worse. He'd defend both himself and Arianna (and Viish too, if he could reach any attacks levelled at the Barabel) from any direction with all the strength and skill the powerful Deucalian could muster, while the sorceress laid waste to the enemies of the Empire.

At least, for a moment. Then Harren would play.

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[Niish Chichel]

Niish didn't need the Force to tell him the individual bursting through the doors was bad news, but this added sense of his tipped him off just moments before he came crashing through the door, condescendingly exclaiming 'Ghostlings?!', which was fair. Niish himself was just pondering the type of topping would go well with them; perhaps a peach chutney. Nevertheless, as he lifted his rifle's barrel in his direction, a Zeltron female flew in from behind and chucked what looked like a saberstaff, essentially disarming herself, to kill little more than cannon fodder. Niish himself might have killed one, had they not been cordial enough to his liking. Shouldering his rifle to ensure accuracy, Niish opened fire, indiscriminately unloading a total of eight rounds in the form of two rapid bursts of four, at both Sith's center of mass.

The first set of four would scream down range, at the same time as Arianna threw her spear at @Zarya, forcing her to react immediately, to drop her telekinetic grip on her lightsaber, mid throw, before it even had time to fly it's course, since the bolts would close distance much faster than a thrown lightsaber. The second burst of four would swiftly follow, falling upon the second Sith coming through the doorway, allowing him to speak maybe three words of his spiel before the bolts rained down on him, at his center of mass. His lightsabers, at this time, were un-ignited, and at his sides. Given such a short distance between the two, attempts to deflect them would be futile, since, by the time the blades were ignited, the bolts would have hit home.

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[Wes Thul Drast]

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Well, Sith weren't known for their friendliness. Still, Wes knew that, and he was prepared to deal with the consequence of "sneaking" up on them. The hilt of his lightsaber was already in his hand when the spear came flying at them—shortly following "Ghostlings?!"—so all he needed was to ignite them and flick his wrist up as the weapon approached. The blade of his lightsaber connected with the tip of the spear, and then flicked it upwards. The momentum followed, throwing the weapon up toward the ceiling and out of its current trajectory. Spear knocked away, Wes focused on himself now.

He deflected one bolt directly back at the giant reptile, his right foot stepping to the side already. Wes used his lightsaber to deflect the next, somewhere in the general direction of the enemy Sith, his body dashing at the same time, and the other two merely hit the wall behind him as Wes moved out of the way. One of them whizzed close enough to burn the hairs on his hand, but he was otherwise unharmed.

The Acolyte reached out through the Force, wrapping it around the chair at the governor's desk, his other hand grabbing his blaster. He lifted the chair up and then flicked his wrist. It flew, diagonally, directly toward Ariana's back. It was extremely close to her already, so dodging would be nearly impossible, unless she dived. Nevertheless, Wes also fired on her with his blaster at the same time, 4 shots, aimed at her center mass. He would track the shots, so they would hit her whether she dived or not. Should an attack come his way, the Drast had his ignited lightsaber ready to block.

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[Pierre Lindegaard]

Pierre appears to be went unnoticed by both parties of Sith. Good. The Corulagi native saw a some sort of a pitch black spear that had green flames on it being thrown. Pierre;s readied expression on his face did break with him raising an eyebrow. He has never saw anything like it. As a person who never came upon anyone who practiced Dathomiri magick or went on that planet, he never saw it being used in person. Dathomiri magick was more really just a footnote at best in Imperial Republica Sith academies. Many proper Imperials didn't bother trying (that and the witches were said to be mostly slaughtered in the past) and when he saw that spear, that magick is not what came to mind. He couldn't put a name to it or anything.

There were also a barrage of blaster shots being rung out by the lizard alien thing. Pierre would back away from the door a few steps, moving quietly of course. By doing this he will maximize the chances of stray blaster shots not hitting him. The lizard has a big blaster rifle and the Republica Sith deflecting some as well.

The Corulagi Sith was able to gather up the Force and now he feels prepared to act. How he would act and when is the next question. There is only so much power that a Sith Acolyte is able to bring to himself, but he would be ready to act next.

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[Zarya]

Zarya had never Dathomiri magick before it was rarity outside of Dathomir. so it was a surprise to see it in person, no less aimed at her. when she had just pretty much disarmed herself. Luck would have it that Wes would parry it but that still left the blaster aimed at her. see his aim she drop her telekinetic grip on her lightsaber mid throw and diving to her left, towards the door frame. Two of his shots would hit their mark, one would strike her upper chest and the other would hit her right forearm. light damage stang through the armour as it hit her but that's all it would do.

now in cover, she had to get back her saberstaff as she dropped it mid-flight, she quickly picked herself up from the floor and pressed her self againest the edge of the door frame, she closed her eyes began to feel for her saberstaff, searching for the crystal she bent to her will, quickly finding it she pulled to it to her hand and bringing them both back into cover. she took the concussion grenade from her belt, pulled the pin and counted to three, and threw around the corner as fast she could with a little aid of the force, it would likely explode in the air somewhere in the middle of the room.

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[Harren Skaalvarg]

First blood.

The bolts slammed home as the zeltron dived behind the door frame, fast enough to dodge two but taking hits to the chest and leg regardless. Her life was saved by the male sith, who parried the thrown spear before darting to the side himself - deflecting a pair of shots, one at Niish and one in their general vicinity which sizzled past Harren's right ear.

He didn't even flinch. He was watching, waiting, every muscle in his body a coiled spring.

There.

The male sith began raising the hand that contained his lightsaber, but didn't move to strike with it, just lifting the weapon up. Harren knew what that meant. His left hand letting go of his blade and coming up in sync with the other sith's arm rising, the force thundered through his veins like a dam ready to burst. He'd been preparing for just such an action, he was ready.

Before his opponent could make good his attack, interrupting him mid telekinesis (for Harren saw the chair start to move in the corner of his eye), the Deucalian loosed a powerful blast of force energy right at his enemy. Thanks to his preparation it was easily powerful enough to smash the other man violently into the wall behind him, and given his current momentum moving to the right and simultaneously going for his pistol it was very unlikely he'd keep his footing. Add that to the fact he was currently using the force for something else, and was therefore unable to defend properly against this assault?

It was well timed and well prepared. Tough to stop and very dangerous.

Harren held his ground for now, he had no need to charge in and tear the enemy limb from limb. They held the advantage at range, as much as he wanted to rage and rip and tear, he knew the smart play was to remain at Arianna's side. The two of them could cover eachother, as they were doing now, and Niish? - well, the barabel could do whatever the barabel pleased.

In the event a grenade clattered to his feet, Harren would curse loudly in Deucalic while leaping behind the heavy chair the other sith had been attempting to move with telekinesis - using it as cover while continuing to get as far from it as possible before it went off, getting about 5 metres away while still being behind the chair.

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[Darth Victress]

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First blood indeed. The stench of burnt flesh brought an uncanny smile to her face, one of cruelty and sadism. A true sith as she relished in watching the pain and suffering of her enemies. There were numerous movements that had occurred in a short amount of time; a scowl came to her face as she watched her spear being deflected by the Drast however it seemed that the blaster shots by her acolyte were on point with the Zeltron.

Arianna's eyes remained fixated on Wes as he made his dash to his right and accordingly, she too adjusted her position and moved to her left. As the last shot from Niish was avoided, her armored figure had moved to a position disrupting his line of sight to the Governor's chair. As he would struggle to maintain hold, Harren's force blast occurred simultaneously, disrupting Wes' telekinetic attack as well as his intended, concurrent blaster fire. Right blade remained defensively while she trusted her Deucalian ally would press the attack on the injured Drast; her own piercing golden eyes shifted quickly towards Zarya.

The Zeltron had managed to slip through unnoticed after she had taken hits from Niish' blaster bolts. As she slipped to the outside edge of the door frame, a wicked smile came cross the lips of the crusader. She released the vile energies that were prepared in her left hand, a single force blast that carried enough sway to sweep chairs and desks in its wake as it smashed against the doors and shut them suddenly. The attack would come in an instant, likely preventing Zarya who was on the outside with her eyes closed from being in a position to counter it. The doors would shut as a consequence of the force blast, several pieces of furniture crumbled against them on the inside as to make it that much more difficult to open them once again.

As the room was warded off, leaving Wes alone at the mercy of the three dangerous Sith Agents; a glancing look of murderous intentions was evident on Arianna's face as she slowly advanced towards the Drast. Force drew around her while her right handed blade was held defensively.

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[Niish Chichel]

Niish smelled blood in the water, or rather burnt flesh as two bolts hit home on the Zeltron, as she dove, while dropping her saberstaff relatively close to one of the guards, skidding to his feet, stepping out of it's way, as the blades receded, for safe measure. The saberstaff managed to cut down a guard before her grip loosened, and tumble harmlessly to the ground, sliding the smooth metal cylinder clean across the floor, past him, and to his left.

Niish took notice to this, and dipped right, out of the way of the bolt that had been deflected back at him and cast force a telekinetic grasp on the Zeltron's saber, dropping his blaster, and letting it swing to his side, as he drew his own lightsaber, igniting it, and in the short gap of time that the lightsaber had not been in her control. As it came to his clawed hand, he gripped it with the amount of strength of a Barabel, which biologically was about as strong as a large Trandoshan, able to resist Zarya's pull, with one hand, moving forward one step, or about one yard. He prepared himself to maintain a grip on the lightsaber hilt, as the others made their attacks against the two Sith.

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[Wes Thul Drast]

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Wes saw the attack coming as soon as his hand reached for his blaster. He'd underestimated them. No matter.

He reached his arm out as the blast approached, the attack hitting him full on. The Drast used the hand to grab hold of the door's handle, and held onto it like it was a lifeline. The door swung along with him, and two hinges broke as it was forced to swing outwards. It stopped the Sith from splattering against the wall behind him, although the handle came off after its hinges, sending him stumbling backwards for a few steps. The Drast was in the hallway now, and Ariana would find that she would not be able to close the chamber off anymore, the door on his side broken beyond repair.

The Drast dashed along the wall to his right, hiding behind the door. He reached only his free left hand out, the right one holding the hilt of his ignited lightsaber behind the door. Zarya's grenade exploded while Ariana and the Barabel stood around, the lizard having just grabbed the Zeltron's lightsaber. It blew up in their faces, the only Sith spared from its radius being the tall Deucalian, who'd ducked behind a chair.

The two Sith had been too close to it, and the damage would put them out of the fight via severe injury. He picked up his blaster, and fired 4 shots at the bodies of the lizard and the Crusader, aiming for their lower torso. If the grenade hadn't taken them out of the fight, his shots will. From there, they could decide whether to capture or execute the traitors.

Wes remained behind the door, lightsaber in one hand and blaster in the other, ready to block any attacks that came at him, though there was only one possible attacker left.
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[Zarya]

It appeared her saberstaff was in the claws of the lizard man, her chance of getting her blade back quickly were dashed but she had an idea for a temporary replacement, she looked at Wes' belt after throw her grenade seeing the saberstaff on his that he wasn't using, a white flash hit the corridor wall with the accompanying bang. at least one thing had worked out, her concussion grenade had flown to its mark and explode.

she now pulled Wes' saberstaff to herself. "Borrowing this" she spoke to him as it hit her hand, activate one of the blades, to her surprise it was blue, she would have to ask him the story behind it but that would come later. wanting to capitalise off the grenade, she stood out from the cover as Wes fired his blaster, she guarded with the sapphire ready for an attack should it come,she would scan the room and the damage her attack was on point hit both the sorceress crusader and the lizardman they were in bad condition and with Wes' shots they were most likely going to remain down, that just left the bearded one.

Zarya called out to the man behind the chair "Surrender now, and maybe you and your companions may still live after today, this will be your first and only chance to surrender." She remained guarded, gathering the force around her just in case she needed it.

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[Pierre Lindegaard]

Well... that happened.

With Pierre retreated back it ensured (with the distance) that he wouldn't be affected by the concussion grenades blinding effect really bad, he all he need to do was just put his free hand in front of his eyes to cover them and didn't need to do more than after wards. He felt a change in the Force in the vicinity as he did see that the magick user and the lizard were hit by the grenade. A concussion grenade hits harder with it's concussion effect the closer you are.

Better them than him though. He frowned behind his mask as one side has clearly gotten the advantage before he could jump into the fray. The magick user and her group is more than likely with the Old Empire while those opposing her were clearly other Sith so with Imperial Republica. Although Republica is falling on hard times, now isn't a good time to start acting against it. Although he could make contact with the Republica Sith as a Republica Sith himself, he doesn't feel like showing himself at this point and then having going through the trouble of proving he is a Republica Sith when he didn't bring or have much besides his word.

Shame, because Pierre had a ball of force energy in his hand he wanted to use. He likes an opportunity to let loose. "Meh." Quietly sighing as blaster shots would be fired, he would let the Force energy he had built up go quietly to fade away. With that, he would make his way out of the building the way he came from, in the same manner he came in (quietly). Shouldn't be a problem since nobody even noticed the Corulagi Sith being here in the first place and everyone else in the lobby is rather preoccoupied.

He'd also be pulling in his force presence as well as he does so, reducing his signature just in case.

/exit?

 

[Harren Skaalvarg]

Shit.

He knew the moment he'd leapt the chair and scrambled a few more metres that Arianna and Niish weren't reacting fast enough, and when the flashbang went off he was looking the opposite direction, behind an object, head down and covered. Harren's ears rang for a moment or two, but he'd been both in cover and out of the concussion grenade's radius. He began acting immediately, even as the male sith started shooting.

He wished he could say the same for his comrades. Thank the gods it hadn't been anything lethal.

He knew they'd taken the brunt of the blast, and Harren didn't wait before acting to save them - Reaching out he pushed with the force as the male sith opened fire, not with anything so taxing as enough force to send him flying as before, more a rough shove to send his shots wild - it was all he could think to do to get them out of the way of the worst of the four shots coming their way.

The force thundered through him, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. This was what he lived for. He drew the living force to himself, drinking in as much of it as he could, for he'd need it in the moments to come. If he died today so be it, but it would be in the company of warriors, on the field of battle. He would save his comrades or die trying, for he knew in his heart he was a warrior.

Warriors do not surrender.

As the Zeltron was just starting to scan the room, immediately after the gunplay (not stopping to see what his efforts to force them out of the way managed to achieve), Harren rose, advancing to place himself squarely between the fallen forms of his allies and the enemy, he held his blade in a guarded, defensive pose. His feet were shoulder width apart, his knees slightly bent - giving him a good low centre of gravity to aid in balance should he need to move quickly in any direction. His lightsaber naturally covered his torso and head, though it would be a simple move to have it cover any part of his body. He had the force with him, his blade in his hand and a truly genuine grin on his face. He began to laugh - thick, nordic, booming laughter. Harren was loving this.

He spat on the ground between the two sith and himself. There could not have been a more obvious challenge.

@Faded Truth @Gian Greydragon @vamp @christhebarker @Faster Than Light

 

[Darth Victress]

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In the midst of all this excitement, seemingly the little object that rolled in the ground near them was not accounted for. Blinding light hit and all she could do was close her eyes as the aftermath took effect. A cone of concussion blinded her visual senses as well as rattled auditory perception. Tinnitus occurred along with a severe headache as she was affected from the blast. The natural reaction was for her to stagger backwards and it was lucky that she did so; the force blast issued by Harren had managed to disrupt Wes’s timing on his shots which in conjunction with her movements backwards allowed her an unintentional defense. The first shot struck with a glancing blow on her left pauldron, damaging the armor of the left shoulder and sent a burning pain through that upper extremity. The other shots luckily whistled past, missing their mark entirely.

The Crusader was in no situation to launch a retaliation attack but that did not mean that her conviction or confidence would falter even in these dire cirumcumstances. Rage and anger consumed as with her eyes closed she knelt on the ground while the right handed lightsaber still held tightly and defensively. As she could not hear or see adequately, she relied on the intuition and the dark allegiance her natural affinity to the force would provide. Other senses heightened, she relied on this unsavory darkness to provide guidance and defense in case her enemies tried any further assaults.

A dark chuckle came to her face as the Zeltron demanded a surrender. ”The rule of strong dictates no mercy, no surrender, and no charity to favor personal gain. I sense great confusion in you, a powerful Sith you could become if you rid yourself of these fallacies of the Republic. Your species will never be given the chance to rise in this realm. Perhaps your Lord Drast brought you here as a sacrifice to provide gain to his own motives.” She stated as she remained in her stationary position, force continuing to draw around her. The statement was accurate as Zarya being an alien would have felt the racial prejudice in the Republica her whole life. Was this a ploy? Maybe? But the seed was planted and that itself would perhaps make the gorgeous Zeltron re-question her allegiance. @christhebarker