Star Wars CLOSED Star Wars: Episode VI: Twilight of the Force III: A Son’s Destiny

IC: Jori II Atreus
Bakura, Salis Daar, Eternal Throne Room

Palpatine, that was interesting. She knew that her mother used to be close to him, but had not expected her to remain in contact. A very risky move, but sending her granddaughter openly to the Eternal Empire… that was riskier.

“I see.” she said simply. The plea attempt that the two Emperors did not care for her was pitiful. She knew that already. They were not fools. They needed her ties to Kuat and its shipyards.

And Kuat needed them to spread the rot from within. While the fools were fighting they were maneuvering in the shadows.

Palpatine made it all possible. Jori wondered whether her grandmother was in league with him.

“Make it look good.” she said in such a tone that only her kidnapper could hear her.

Then a voice assaulted her mind. What the… Her eyes widened. The voice sounded familiar, but the idea of her taking out her kidnapper was ludicrous. Not because he was working for Palpatine, just that she had no real experience in such matters. And trying to attack a trained warrior… well that was simply suicide.

There was something happening and she was not sure exactly what. Those blasted Force users with their sorcery…

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OOC: Combo with Sinre

IC: Queen Mother Feyna Organa-Chume, Prince Isolder, Winter, Del and Senator Nola Deidder
New Nubia

Feyna was nodding in agreement with her husband; aside from getting them settled in once they'd left Hapes, and occasional check-ins throughout the journey, she and Isolder hadn't had a lot of time with the children.

But they did need someone to update Doman, and to head out to meet the Eighth--not surprisingly, comms to Garqi were down.

"I can come up there and talk to the Chancellor," Nola said. She didn't particularly look forward to it, but it would be best if either she or Feyna did it, and Doman had actually seemed less irritated with Nola, than she was with Feyna. At least the Jedi had made quick work of Anzat, so hopefully Nadiem would be handled just as efficiently, which would free up the ships Feyna had sent for the blockade.

"But we still need someone to go to Garqi."

Nola, Winter, and Isolder were all members of the Senate, they needed to stay here. And after the assassination attempt, it wouldn't be safe for Feyna to go, nor was she likely to leave her children.

Of those present, only Del was left available, but he didn't seem keen to go. Nola didn't exactly want him to, either, but if there wasn't anyone else...

"Winter, what about Tycho?" Winter's husband commanded several fighter squadrons. "Could he send one of his fighters?"

Doman probably wouldn't like that, either, but without a HoloNet connection to the Rim, they had to send someone. And they just needed one fighter...

Winter nodded. “I can get word to the Rogues; they’re at Kuat. He’ll send someone if I ask. I’m sure Doman won’t complain if we commandeer an X-wing.”

She went to the comms, stepping aside.

Isolder nodded, but also wondered aloud. “Do we need to do something about Doman?”

Del flinched. “You mean kill her?” He was getting together his gear as they spoke, heading to their private hangar to the rear of their home.

"Del," Nola's tone was scolding, though more along the lines of you can't say that out loud, rather than are you crazy?!

"I'm sure the Prince was asking whether we should take any political measures against her," she said, beginning to collect some of her own belongings and following Del toward the hangar.

"She does need to be reined in," Feyna agreed. "I was already wondering if we should say something to Triebakk?..."

Probably they ought to say something to the Senate, preferably before the rest of the delegates panicked and voted to give Doman emergency powers, but Triebakk might be able to give them an idea as to where the other delegates might stand, if it came to taking action against Doman.

"Triebakk is Vice Chancellor," Isolder said, carefully. "If Doman is acting on a personal interest, then he has a duty to do something about it." He looked at Feyna. "Shall we speak to him, while Nola stalls Doman?"

"And if she does enact all of those lovely emergency powers that Feyna turned down?" Del said, pointing it out as he stepped to the ramp.

Feyna frowned, not especially liking their options. It seemed like the best route would be to remove Beruss from office, via a vote of no confidence. They couldn't be sure that the Senate would support it, though, and there was the question of who to install in her place if it passed--thank gods Feyna was not eligible anymore. It was also terrible timing for a change in leadership, but things were deteriorating rapidly.

"Let's talk to Triebakk first, see what he thinks," Feyna said. Hopefully they could keep it short; she did want to get some time with the kids.

Winter finished her call, a bit glum looking. "Tycho is going in person to Garqi."

"Ah," Isolder said. "Did you overhear Del's coup plans?"

"Can we not joke about that," Del replied, testily, as he transferred the call to the shuttle and geared them up for take-off.

Winter rolled her eyes. "I think I should speak to Treibakk first, because Feyna's position as the former Chancellor is going to make this delicate." She looked to Feyna, and to Nola. "I'm sure we can keep Doman busy and if I need a hand I'll call you in." Her tone was basically. The New Republic can't keep running to Feyna every time it needs to wipe its backside.

Feyna nodded, actually glad that she could remove herself from the situation for a bit--and glad that Winter had noticed the potential conflict of interest in letting Feyna talk to Triebakk, as she had not.

"Are there any updates on the Corellian election?" Nola asked.

If Sal-Solo won, it would make the matter even more complicated, as he would almost certainly pull the system out of the Republic. Saxan, meanwhile, had been one of Feyna's supporters during the Second Civil War--though where she stood now, Nola wasn't sure.

Winter had detached from the conversation to track down the Vice Chancellor, so Isolder answered. “It’s super even right now. Talus and Tralus declared for Sal-Solo, with primarily human populations, and Selonia and Drall voted for Saxan. So they’re counting votes on Corellia itself now. It will probably come down to Coronet City in the next few hours.”

He looked concerned by that.

Del had had their ship in orbit and heading to the Star Home. “What do we do if Sal-Solo wins? If he declares for the Confederation we won’t be able to stop the Chancellor starting another war.”

"We'll have to make our move pretty quickly," Feyna remarked. She didn't know what else they could do.

Isolder gave him a look. “No coups. There’s a war on. We need to focus on Palpatine. Not Sal-Solo, not Graul, not whatever Sith threat of the week occurs. Just Palpatine.”

Del shrugged. “I heard you. But I’m more of a glass-half-full kinda guy.”

Nola gave Isolder a nod, shifting back to the coming Round Three with Doman. Isolder was right, Sal-Solo could wait, and until the election results were in, they didn't need to worry about it.

"So we've got Tycho headed out with retreat orders for the Eighth, the Jedi have finished with Anzat and will move on to Nadiem after a refuel...anything else I need to tell the Chancellor about?"

Obviously, she wouldn't say anything about Winter talking with Triebakk, and Doman was probably already hanging on the election.

Isolder checked the comms. “Apart from asking her to get a team on what in the Nine Corellian Hells is going on with the HoloNet?” He looked to Feyna.

Nola nodded at the reminder. "HoloNet, yes."

"I think that's all," Feyna said. "Good luck, Nola."

"Thanks," Nola replied. She was probably going to need it. "We'll see you after, probably." She signed off.

Feyna turned to Isolder; for the moment, they actually had no pressing business. "Shall we go see what mischief our children have gotten into?"

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IC: Tobias Vox
Destiny

The Eye of Nevet was still feeling the pain in his shoulder from the Sniper Rifle. He would watch his Master feed of the man known as Arb. The tendril-like appendages reaching in through the nostrils in a gruesome feeding process. It was one Tobias had seen many times at this point he was accustomed to it. A small smile passed onto his lips as he watched Arb suffer that quickly vanished as the Nevet was blasted away out of sight.

Tobias's face remained grim as he looked to the hapless Arb. His laughter just as broken as he was.

“What say you, Tobias Vox? Want to see your future? Or are you a slave?”

This was met with a raised eyebrow from Tobias, who was striding over to the man. His body and mind on guard for any possibility of attack. The cunning Tobias only had to think of Arb's offer for a moment. He looked down at the man his face of disgust passing into a sinister smile. The carefully constructed persona of the calm, pragmatic tactician faded, that aspect of him moving towards the back as the cruel sadism of Tobias Vox rose to the surface.

"I say, you have nothing to offer me but lies and deception, the final death throes of a spineless, cowardly worm that should never have existed."

He breathed in, his smile fading once more as he brought his saber in a clean sweep to slice the man's face in two. Tobias's fate was his own to create and seize not to be prophesized by some hapless thug.

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OOC: A combo with @Sinrebirth

IC: Qwi Xux, Beaumont Kin
Location: Garqi

Beaumont was weakening and Qwi was trying to do two things at once, fly the ship and try to eradicate the poison inside him.

He was running out of time, and she was running out of energy. Soon they would both fall.

Beaumont seemed to be digging around for answers that she could have to combat it. But what he had said….no.

Qwi felt despair enter her. Her scientific knowledge, all gone. And in the hands of that monster. If he did get his hands on Starkiller she would be responsible again for unleashing hell. And possibly the death of the man she held most dear.

I should be dead. I should be burning in Hell.

She began to feel numb all over. She wanted nothing more than a black hole to open up and take her away.

Qwi missed the exit out of hyperspace so consumed in her thoughts that it took Beaumont's shout to wake her up.

And straight into a battle. Great.

Not here! Qwi thought at it we need to get out of here! Too dangerous.

The ship disagreed, armed its plasma launchers, and enquired as to which infidel ship it should fire at. Apparently the flagship, the Sunulok, had been boarded, and they should assist.

It had a mind of its own, and guided them towards the embattled Vua’spar. The coral destroyer released a fountain of plasma that four A-wings deftly avoided, landing it with concussion missiles with unerring accuracy.

The Force was utter chaos, a bleating of panic and fear and pain and death. Beaumont couldn’t handle it all, and sagged under the weight. The yorik-trema asked again for permission to fire at one of the A-wings.

Qwi held on to Beaumont's hand with a vice-like grip. Her thoughts were jumbled and her pain, coupled with trying to keep Beaumont alive, trying to control the ship and feeling the weight of everything around her in the Force was crushing her.

Her body could'nt take much more. Her mind wanted to fight back but after learning that she had been stripped of her memories, it was all too much.

They were classed as an enemy now and they could get blown to bits. Or even captured by the Vong.

Do...not..fire..at...the...A..wings...they...are..friends. There
..is..a..chance..you...could..be..destroyed...and..for..you..to..live..you..need...to..get..out.

She was sinking into the abyss now.

Qwi screamed in agony. She was being ripped to pieces.

The yorik-trema was confused, but got it, and fired at a Yuuzhan Vong fighter - a coralskipper.

The ship, surprised, exploded.

The A-wings rolled around, noticing, and again when their ship fired on and destroyed another fighter.

But of course, Yuuzhan Vong ships didn't carry comlinks.

The A-wings swept up towards the yorik-trema and fired at a group of coralskippers, basically clearing a path to the Sunulok -

"They want us..." Beaumont said, drawing on the Force to stay conscious. "To help them." He limply pointed out the viewing iris at the YV Corellian freighter hanging out of the Sunulok.

"We need to help them, Qwi..."

Help?

How could they help?

There was no way they could fight on the ground. Beaumont was dying and Qwi's energy was nearly spent. She had to keep Beaumont alive long enough to get help or use the last of her life energy to save him.

"All...I...can...do..is..fire..at..that..ship..but..soon..they..will..notice..the..deception...and..attack..us" she managed to gasp out.

"Probably..the..least..we..can..do..since..we..cannot..physicay..fight…"

Fire...on..the..lead..ship..all..you've..got..there..are..friends..there..that..need..help

The coral ship enquired. Did she want him to land on the Sunulok? Fire on the flagship? It was like a much younger and naive Ship - newly grown - and eager to serve.

Beaumont flopped for the moment, concentrating on himself. He wasn’t near death, no, but he had to focus.

The A-wings moved up to flank her, and there was a sudden sense of an enveloping in the Force; a meld had enfolded her. Jedi pilots!

They wanted to support her, to help her, to strengthen her.

Oh for the love of..the ship was asking her what she wanted to do when she had given it clear instructions. She didn't have time, Beaumont didn't have time.

Fire...on..the..flagship she managed to grind out as Beaumont switched his concentration inward.

All of a sudden, new thoughts, calm presences filled with the light. They were seemingly coming to her aid, perhaps feeling Beaumont's distress. The Jedi were here.

No time to think about the why's and what the hell they were doing here.

Friendly she managed to think to the Jedi me...and...partner..in..trouble..partner...poisoned. Stole..Vong...ship..from...Palpatine..need..to..escape..or..get..help..for..us.

My..energy..running..out..save..us.

Trying...to..fire..on..flagship..helping.

The Jedi meld buoyed them each, and they would feel a flow of great strength. Identities were formed; Jedi Masters Corran Horn and Tresina Lobi, and Knights Zekk and Tahiri Veila.

Both Qwi and Beaumont would be rejuvenated, and Beaumont in particular was able to drive the illness back. It wasn’t gone, but he was alive, and Qwi would find her strength return to her.

Their ship spat plasma at the Sunulok, which finally noticed a rogue ship and slid a dovin basil in place to defend it. There was a yawing hangar bay not far from the YV protruding from the coral hull, and Corran asked for assistance in extracting the Grandmaster.

Instant recharge, interesting...Qwi thought to herself and then sent a thank you to the Jedi around her.

She felt her strength and mind returning almost to normal but of course Beaumont was still not out of the woods yet but she felt through the link his strength coming back too. She squeezed his hand.

"Well it looks like our Vong friends have discovered the ruse. Can't fire on that ship now" she blew out a breath "The Jedi need assistance, so we'll give it to them, seems the least we can do".

She glanced at him under the hood "So what do we do? Help from afar or join in? My lightsaber has gone, you've still got yours but you are not well. We need to get you some help and the bond can't work unless there are both of us".

Beaumont handed her his lightsaber. “We can support from here, it’s fine. I doubt they want us to lead a charge into a Vong ship.”

We don’t, replied Corran Horn.

He slipped back, and began firing bursts at them. The ship automatically activated dovin basils. A ruse. Corran suggested.

It stopped the Sunulok from deciding to fire on them anyway; it focused a ball of plasma at an A-Wing, and Zekk deftly avoided it.

Their ship confirmed that they were being told to get out of the way by the Sunulok, but they had no orders from their Yammosk.

Qwi took the lightsaber with her other hand and clipped it onto the side of jumpsuit that had no burn on. She supposed if it did come to a fight she would have to defend Beaumont.

"Let's see if these Jedi are as fast as they think they are" she said with a slight smile, to the Jedi she sent incoming.

To the ship: fire plasma at the A wings. Hopefully the flagship would get the message they were actually being chased and the Jedi would take it from there.

Qwi took them close enough to the flagship before directing the ship to peel away, this would leave the Jedi to either get aboard or even follow them if they wished.

The A-wings dodged the plasma as if forewarned; of course, they had the meld. The flagship let them in, even sent a pair of coral skippers to screen them and ordered the warriors aboard to secure the hangar from the infidels heading that direction. It was essentially giving them precisely what they wanted.

Guidance, direction; safe haven.

Before the distance cut the meld, Corran spoke one last time through it.

May the Force be with you.

May the Force be with you Master Jedi, with your fellow Jedi as well. Thank you, we are very grateful Qwi sent back.

It was time to get out of there, then she and Beaumont could maybe get a restful jump this time and for maybe a chance to eradicate the poison that was plaguing her lover.

She squeezed Beaumont's hand again. They had made it, just. A very exhausting skirmish with Palpatine had come at a price.

But again where could they jump to? They had a Vong ship and no comlinks so if they ended up somewhere friendly or even unfriendly they would not be able to broadcast their position.

Once Beaumont was better maybe they could discuss their next steps.

Jump to darkspace she simply thought and wondered what was going to happen next.

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IC: Admiral Lennox Jerod
Location: ISD Roadblock, Bakura

Roadblock was yanked suddenly out of hyperspace and Jerod understood why as Roadblock and the fleet began to orient themselves.

No doubt Thrawn like Jerod had brought interdictors with him, and now with Jerods in play those Eternal Empire ships that were there were going nowhere.

Jerod’s eyes roamed over specifics as the Eternal fleet’s numbers and ships as the sensor officers got to work. Thrawn had already started his move on one side, Jerod would need to move now to trap the Eternal fleet in a pincer. And so he ordered “All ships, begin to move to complete pincer formation, let’s make sure those Eternal ships don't get a chance to even think of a counter move”.

He tapped his chin “Light and medium ships, move to flank our heavy partners, plug the gaps just in case the Eternal fleet get any ideas that there is a gap they can exploit. Interdictors, space yourselves out and make sure you cover all the bases so no Eternal fleet ships can escape”.

Thrawn meanwhile had already gotten the party started, initially it seemed using a swarm maneuver. No doubt trying to overwhelm the defences and warships he was facing. And he was mostly doing it with fighter craft. Of course Jerod had no Chiss ships in his fleet, only Imperial technology so it would be interesting to see how he utilized his home grown warriors.

Meanwhile Jerod could see the two Eternal fleet flagships were now vulnerable thanks to the rest of them concentrating on Thrawn. Good. This was the meat...and Lennox was zeroing in on the kill.

“All ships, fire on the Eternal fleet flagships, launch half of your fighters and bombers, let’s see how they react to this move”.

There was no way it would be this easy to knock them out. The Eternal Empire was ruled by the Sith, and they pulled all sorts of dirty tricks in order to either escape, block shots or even fight back. Force users always seemed to have a way to cheat death, maybe perhaps today that run would end. If they were there of course.

As their moves and possible countermoves began Lennox spotted another opportunity, there was a window opening onto Bakura itself. Thrawn may have called this a raid but Lennox wanted to show that it was more than that. That the Eternal Empire was not invincible and that it could suffer damage it may not come back from.

“Peel a quarter of the fighters and bombers away and order them to utilize the gap that has just opened, sensors send to the pilot’s please. Let’s hit them right where it hurts...and make it nice and hard”.

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IC: Rebecca and Tobbi
-Combo with the GM

Rebecca took down half of the guards and effectively crippled Phennir, but it wasn't enough to stop the hail of blaster fire that came her way. Rebecca managed to dodge some but not all of them; some managed to hit her, the pain was unbearable, her abdomens burned, she couldn't see out of one eye, and she now maneuvered with a limp on her left leg. But Rebecca kept pressing on; her breathing was heavy, ragged even. Rebecca was also covered in blood; none of them were hers but of her masters.



Rebecca took a moment to contemplate; she was fully aware that if she performed this last move that she had planned, there was a high chance that she wouldn't leave this room alive. But Rebecca knew that she wouldn't have it any other way; she would sacrifice everything for him even if it meant giving up their [potential future together, as long as Tobbi was safe; that's all that mattered; the world needed him more than they needed her; she was replaceable. So using the last of her strength, Rebecca flipped in the air and launched a multi-directional fire into the final group of guards.



It worked, right until the point Phennir pulled a blaster and shot her as she landed. The bolt took her in the chest, full-on, but he promptly tumbled to the deck in the meantime.

Other crew-members in the crew pits beneath the main bridge had been focusing on the battle rather than the drama above them, but when Phennir toppled several threw off their headsets and began to make their way up the stairs around to the upper platform -

Phennir, laying on his shot upside, grinning. Eight of his guards were dead, but he had won. This is how he would win. But encouraging the masses to step up for a cause, one he didn’t even truly believe in.

Rebecca was conscious for a few seconds, her vision was hazy, and she was dying. Quickly, she looked over to Tobbi, who was still incapacitated, and gazed upon him, she failed, or at least she thought she did, but that didn't matter; as long as Tobbi was alright, she was content with this outcome, so with a longing gaze and a slight smile, she would fade into the midst of the darkness.





However, What Rebecca missed was Tobbi standing; the young Sith's anger had been gathering for some time now, the rage inside him burrowing deep inside his soul, his dark soul. Rebbecca failed to understand is as a Sith, Tobbi was no longer capable of actualized healthy love. Tobbi's training as a sith had eroded his soul; it was nothing but a gaping maw of anger, passion, greed, and lust. However, that emptiness fueled him; it pushed him to reach new heights and go beyond his limits. Especially as Tobbi was trained under the eye of nevet. The training was brutal, harsh, and didn't allow for weakness, failure, especially genuine care for others.

"There is no trust. There are only alliances.

There is no love. There is only passion.

There is no fate. There is only will.

There is nothing…

Only Power."

Darth Impetuous rose to his feet; he couldn't stand to see Phennir get his way, not like this; Impetuous wasn't going to let this phony and faker live!


The pain of his twisted limbs and damaged chest didn't matter; it all fueled Impetuous rage; the Sith was the epitome of anger, of wrath, he couldn't allow someone to get the better of him; he didn't care if he was nothing but a vegetable after this ordeal.

"Phennir must die."

"Phennir must die."

"Phennir must die."

Impetuous repeated this to himself over and over.

Phennir was he a faker.

Phennir knew who Impetuous was.

Phennir hurt Rebecca, one of his favorite toys.

Impetuous made his way over to the crowd, still limping from his injuries, and drooling blood; this is what it meant to be Sith.

Impetuous pushed past the crowd and moved to straddle and strangle Phennir in that order.

Phennir toppled, surprised.

The crew tried to struggle and stop him, but they were powerless in comparison to Impetuous - to Tobbi.

The former Imperial, the current heart of the Confederation, struggled against the man, but something snapped, loudly, in Phennir's neck, and his body flopped.

The men and women of the crew gasped -

And they began to rage, roar in betrayal, a massed intention to kill him, which was turned on him and the fallen Rebecca -

The masses made their charge; at first Impetuous activated his lightsaber and sliced through the crowd, but he quickly became overwhelmed by the crowd as they punched at him and tried to remove his make and scratch his eyes out. This anger bubbled within Impetuous, and it hit overdrive when he saw another crowd stomp on Rebecca!


"THAT'S IT, EVERYONE DIEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" As Impetuous yelled, it became amplified by his anger; his voice screeched loudly as it shattered glass and briefly disrupted electrical equipment.




"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOAOOOOAOAOAOAOAOUGH!" Impetuous continued to use force scream until his throat became cracked and bloodied; this was beyond rage beyond hate for Phennir; it was all-consuming reckless malice directed at everything and everyone, including Rebecca, despite the intention not being so.

The crew, mostly defenseless, died, and it would do us well to describe how horrifically they did die, but before his rage could fall upon Rebecca as well, the doors to the bridge caved in, and that damn droid was back.

The Master Stroke shuddered; without its bridge crew, it was exposed and taking fire -

Impetuous was still befuddled by the damage he had taken upon the Master Stroke, but his nature absolutely refused to let him back down in front of the metallic bubbling beast that was the Tendra-arms droid. Impetuous hit his communicator signal, and it hopefully contacted Dutch.

Meanwhile, Impetuous activated his lightsaber and limped towards the droid; if this were how he was going to go out, then he would do so defiant and standing, as the notion of oblivion, was something Impetuous was accustomed to it didn't care him in the least; it only made him angrier.

Dutch immediately replied. “Alleluia, you’re not dead. ‘saw a light show on the bridge, and the Eternal Fleet has noticed a lack of, whatdoyacallit, responsiveness from the Stroke. Won’t be long till ya go boom.”

Placing its feet firmly, the battle droid opened its chest in a move Impetuous would not hee seen before; a missile erupted from it!

Poor wording by Dutch had tempted fate.

Boom indeed.

“Want me ta head ta top hatch?”

All Dutch would hear in response to his question is a resounding,

"AAAAAAGH!"

Before transmission cut, and all Dutch was left with was static; hopefully, that answered his question. As for Impetuous, he had managed to dodge the missile from hitting him point-blank, but in his injured state, it wasn't enough; Impetuous was still hit by the explosion but far away enough to not be immolated by the explosion.



The explosion had the unfortunate - but also fortunate - side effect of blowing out the viewports.

Dutch swore over open comms, and the hard vacuum of space drew the bodies - and Tobbi and Rebecca - out into space.

He gunned his engines and swerved the rear end of the ship to hopefully catch them - unless the two of them thought of a way to hold on and not be sucked out and get past the droid to oxygen and gravity and safety -

Rebecca and Impetuous did drift into the cold openness of space.

Riddled with holes and with 3 out of his four limbs twisted painfully,

Yet despite this, Impetuous found that this part was the easiest part of this mission.

The cold void of space was nothing compared to the frozen abyss of his will; in fact, they weren't even in the same league.

Not even the presence of the annoyingly persistent droid could impede the impetuosity of Darth Impetuous.

The Terrentaek of Korriban couldn't hold me.

The Harch Sithspawn could not kill me.

The eye of nevet couldn't break me.

And you will not see the end of this day machine!

Impetuous grabbed Rebecca's body and held it tightly in an embrace, and gazed upon her; his favorite asset and toy kissed her head and formed a force barrier to protect them from the vacuum of space.

Impetuous saw that Dutch's ship was in prime position to catch them, but Impetuous didn't like leaving a job half-finished; this droid had to be destroyed.

Impetuous used the force intending to ragdoll the Droid and toss it into the space battle to be hit by the fires of the bombardment adjacent to them and hopefully die once in for all.

Only then would Impetuous allow himself to be saved.

The droid flew off and collided with an errant turbolaser blast; it finally disintegrated.

And then Dutch caught them, not a handful of seconds after Impetuous iced over in the vacuum cold. He and Rebecca would have to take gulps off air to recover, even as Dutch shut up the ship and kicked them across the bay with his speed.

A belated click on the internal comms. “Hold on and all that jazz.”

Impetuous and Rebecca coughed and gagged; both of them had suffered wounds to their chest, but only Impetuous was able to stand despite his injuries as his rage sustained him and made him able to move past his body's physical limits at the risk of further damage.

Impetuous's armor was bloodied and torn beyond all recognition; he smelled of blood and smoke, not a nice combination.



Rebecca, on the other hand, was breathing, but it was shallow; she was conscious. Impetuous rushed to her side immediately,

"You don't have my permission to die. I still want to use you."

Rebecca chuckled then coughed violently,

"Wouldn't...think...of...it...sir."

Impetuous grinned behind his damaged mask and held Rebecca in a dark embrace, ahold which caught Rebecca off guard, but she gladly accepted and didn't protest; it was....nice.




As Impetuous held onto Rebecca, he couldn't help but chortle; Rebecca was the perfect servant, the perfect slave; she knew her place and gladly accepted it.

She's mine, all mine, only mine; she lives to serve me and only me. She's my perfect tool.

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OOC: A combo with @Sinrebirth

IC: Han Solo, Ben Solo, Vua Rapuung
Location: Shramar

As Han wondered if the Vong would take him away he could hear a noise…

Was that a speeder? Was someone coming?

As a Vong warrior got smashed to pieces he saw the ginger hair….Ben!

Damn that boy's good…

As Ben got to work with his blade Han pulled free as Vua no doubt was surprised by Ben's arrival. And his son had Han's trusty blaster with him.

Han wasted no time in collecting it, And as Ben blocked the second warrior, Han tried to shoot the first before he released his weapon which looked like bugs.

He cast a quick glance at Vua and shouted at his son "Good to see ya kid, these guys were about to drag me away. But that warrior over there? I think he might be callin' the cavalry…."

Ben planted his feet and defended Han and himself, before twirling and booting the Yuuzhan Vong in the side of the head. Midair, he threw his lightsaber, but Vua saw it coming and flinched his neck -

The blade missed his throat but chipped the communicator off it, and Ben called the hilt back to his hand -

The Vong he had kicked recovered and grabbed him by the throat and slammed the teen into the dirt -

The other Vong continued to hurl bugs form us bandolier at Han, in a one-two fashion -

Vua checked the villip and snarled, before trotting up the ramp of the grounded ship -

Han could not help but smile as he saw his son use his training to slice and battle the Vong.

But they were not done yet. Han furiously shot at the Vong warrior who decided to throw bugs at him trying to dodge as best he could.

Now one threw Ben down and Han added a quick few shots his way. Where was Vua?

"Got a big problem" Han growled "The leader is gettin' away".

Han's quick shots blew the Vong's head off, and Ben stood, drawing his lightsaber to his hand and catching thud bugs on his blade. He threw it at the last Vong, the blade emerging from the back of his neck -

As the Vong ship's ramp began to retract -

"We need to take that ship!" Ben said, grabbing at Han with the Force and grinning. "Sorry, not-sorry."

He threw his father at the transport!

Before Han could complain or even point a finger at his son he was thrown by Ben towards the ramp.

Han managed to grab on to the edge with one hand but his arm complained about it before heaving himself up and inside.

Am goin' to have to have words about him doin' that…

Hopefully Ben was not far behind " I hope you have your comlink handy, we need to tell Lumpy to get here with the Falcon. Might need a bit of firepower".

Ben leapt to the hatch of the coral ship and grinned. “I sent Lumpy to Bastion. We’ve no comms, so.”

Without letting Han tell him off, he rushed into the ship after Vua. The Yuuzhan Vong warrior was in the cockpit, and he pointed at the Jedi. The pilot removed a hood of some kind and drew a small dagger-like weapon, and rushed forward.

Vua was shouting into a villip. “Warmaster, the Jedi have escaped on Shramar. I fear that the Imperials will know about our conquest here - the orbiting fleet is in danger.”

“You have failed me, Vua Rapunng,” seethed Tsavong Lah. “If anything should happen to the crop fields, you and your entire Domain will be Shamed - if I don’t purge you all myself.”

Han strode after Ben fuming. Of course he trusted Lumpy with the Falcon but it was still HIS ship and he was the Captain last time hecked.

OK, we are definitely having words.

Han raised his blaster whilst entering the cockpit and watched the conversation unfold.

"So is that your big boss eh? He's not very fond of you it seems. You guys are going to regret messing with me and my family. Not to mention all those innocents you were about to enslave".

Han shot the villip "And no one will be doin' any purgin'".

He moved the blaster to Vua "So I guess you got a choice here pal. Either you and your friends back off, or you are gonna end up like your warriors down there as dead meat".

"What's it gonna be?"

Vua sagged his shoulders. “What does it matter, infidel? I am Shamed. I am nothing, now. The Imperials will come, and without Devry, I cannot talk them down.”

He regarded his coiled amphistaff. “I can obtain no honour in killing you, so why bother?”

Ben removed the head of the pilot, and was splattered with dark blood. His chest heaved, but he managed to keep his bile down. “We need to pick up Fin - and as many refugees as we can.”

Vua snorted and pointed out the viewing iris. A truly immense Yuuzhan Vong ship was coming to the surface. “It’s too late. That is our largest slave ship, it will easily consume the refugees here.” His tone wasn’t sneering or proud, just stating a fact.

A snort. “What will you do, General Han Solo?”

Han nodded at his son and then looked to Vua "Well there is one thing we can do, take that big ship out and rescue as many of 'em as we can. Wishe we had the Falcon, could have crammed some on there too".

He moved towards the pilot seat, pulling the now headless pilot of his seat and sitting down in it "Never flown one of these before, but there's a first time for everything".

"Maybe you could help us, if you do, maybe you might live and be able to do something good. Ben might need your help gettin' people aboard once we take this big guy out. Are there gunnery stations on this thing? And how do you fly this rock?"

Vua wondered aloud. “I have been wronged by the Warmaster. If I can get my revenge through you, then I shall do so.” He took the cognition hood and lowered it over Han’s forehead, obscuring his eyes and placing his hands in the fleshy sleeves.

He explained about the hood, about dovin basils, about plasma, about how the hood would ‘show’ to him the location of things by sensing other dovin basils, which has a unique signature to identify each ship. He had definitely thrown himself into the idea of revenge. Ben watched, listening, but keeping track of the Yuuzhan Vong herding refugees.

“Silly thought, Vua. You say it’s a slave ship. Most slavers use small crews and a control circuit of some kind.”

“Surge coral,” Vua confirmed. “We implant it in our slaves. But first we’ll get them aboard with larger number of warriors and then when the ship takes off start the implantation process. All the slaves will be isolated by the larger warriors and depart; caring for slaves is low work. Two warriors, for a standard slave ship, but the Tsam P’ah is our largest - it will have at least six.”

Ben looked at Han. “Dad, we can take six warriors.”

“Why risk it for slaves?” Vua sounded quizzical. “The slave ship is armed, yes, but it is only powerful because of its size.” The slave ship here was kilometres large, so it was indeed that. “Commander Sha’kel is formidable… but he would not expect infidels to have control of a ship…”

Han didn't know what the Yuuzhan Vong liked to do for revenge and he didn't want to know.

"Well let's see what this baby can do" he said simply as he headed towards the slave ship just flyin' casual…

He waited until he was close enough and then decided to fire, hopefully the ship would respond and he could cause a bit of damage to the bigger ship.

The bigger they are, the harder they fall.

It was a pretty good fly; not smooth but not rough, and it was moulding to Han and the way he thought, responding naturally. No wonder the Vong ships were so quick; it was forming a neural link of kinds.

The plasma bolt bit into the slave ship, opening a yawing hole in its hull. As they approached, they would see a tentacle like protrusion open on the ground, refugees being escorted in -

A Yuuzhan Vong pointed at them and Vua hissed -

"Faster! Before they realise!"

Han concentrated more and simply thought at his new steed fire everythin' you've got on that slave ship. Take her out.

She was a pretty good rock to fly this one. Didn't complain like the Falcon did sometimes when asked to do something and she had pretty good weapons.

Still wasn't as good as his beloved Falcon though.

Han prepared himself to start dodging if this attack run failed.

It didn't -

They were in, and Vua and Ben were thrown to the front of the ship.

A lightsaber clattered to the floor, and Vua picked it up. He regarded it for a long moment.

Han had not intended to enter the slave ship but oh well. Might as well tackle those warriors now.

Han pulled off the hood and stood up smiling "See? No problem".

He pulled his blaster out and watched Vua pick up the lightsaber "Thought you guys hated technology" he said as he moved to exit the ship.

“It is a weapon of a warrior,” Vua said, and tossed it to Ben, who had looked a bit apprehensive without it. “Come, we fight and we triumph - to spite the Warmaster and honour the gods.”

Han shook his head, Vua it seemed could be a liability especially if at any time he decided he wanted to turn back to the side of his masters.

But then again having an enraged Vong on your side could be useful.

"Alright let's not wait around to get attacked. Let's go. We've got refugees to save".

TAG: @Sinrebirth

 

OOC: Combo with @Sinrebirth

IC: Barriss

For a long time, she was quiet as she considered her options. Perhaps Kashyyyk was a good bet, as good as any. She still didn't know anything about where Nomi and Ahsoka were trying to send them. Barriss wanted to trust them, but that didn't mean she liked how vague they were or had any patience for it. Especially with the lives of her family at risk. This wasn't a game, not to her.

"I saw Ahsoka last night," she finally admitted, looking down.

Zara’s eyes opened. “Ahsoka Tano?” As if it would be anyone else. Now, of all times.

“Who?” Luminara said, confused.

“Another Jedi, or lapsed Jedi, who left the Order.” Zara firmed her lips. “She was close to your Mom.”

“Like, fifty years ago?”

“About that, yeah.”

"She died about thirty years ago," Barriss recalled, shaking her head. "I never expected to see her again. It was... a lot. I suppose she was trying to help make my decision easier, but honestly now I'm even more confused."

“Did she say anything about the coordinates that Nomi have us?” Luminara wondered.

Zara frowned. “Why would Ahsoka confuse you more? Wasn’t she one of your closest friends?”

"She was... but she didn't elaborate on where Nomi wants us to go," Barriss explained, her voice irritated. "She was really vague and that's honestly pretty frustrating. She and Nomi know more than they're telling us, but they're withholding information and I don't know why. It's why I'm not even sure if we should go to the coordinates, because I don't know what I'm getting us into and that makes me uncomfortable. While it was good to see Ahsoka again, she wasn't much helpful..." She took a deep breath. "I think I'm going to find Nomi and demand answers. Because I am not playing anyone's game right now. I wish I could trust her and Ahsoka, but I can't. Not without knowing enough."

Zara slightly rolled her eyes and released a vexed breath. “Fine. Let’s speak to Nomi again.”

Luminara hesitated. “I mean, she’s as vague as can be, and I don’t think we want to cross paths with those Jedi again. They’ll just try to recruit us to do ‘what is right’.”

“I am guessing Ahsoka and Nomi have been instructed to be vague, Mom,” Luminara said. “They can’t exactly advertise a safe haven to the galaxy at large.”

Come to Mortis and you will understand.

It was a voice; masculine, but so different to any Barriss had heard in many; many years. Who was it?

But now she knew where those coordinates led.

Barriss froze when she heard the voice, before letting out a deep sigh.

"Bantha fodder..."

She knew of Mortis, she remembered Ahsoka telling about it decades ago.

And it confirmed her suspicions. This wasn't just about keeping her family safe, the reason she came here to Bonadon in the first place. This was about something bigger than Barriss was ready for.

"I know where we're going," she admitted to Zara. "A place called Mortis."

Zara frowned. “Isn’t Mortis an old Tionese word for ‘death’?” In the past, she had been a language teacher, of all things.

Luminara looked alarmed. “And how is this safer than Kashyyyk?”

"Well, for one thing it's harder to find than Kashyyyk," Barriss explained. "Mortis isn't truly a planet. It's an ethereal realm within the Force, existing outside of any star system. Its environment is very dreamlike, impossible to map. Mortis is a Jedi legend passed throughout the millennium, but it is real. Very real."

Zara blinked a few more times. "Alright, so it's a lot harder to find."

Luminara regarded the scrap of coordinates that Geb had drawn for them. "So then surely we should go, if it's that safe?"

"But is it safe? Dreams implies nightmares, too," Zara said, worried, but clearly not worried about Mortis itself - just the Force being so heavily involved. The third wheel in her relationship with Barriss... ever looming, like a dangling lightsaber... ready to sever their bond or make her into the third wheel.

All of a sudden, that was very obvious to Barriss.

Barriss reached out and grabbed Zara's hand, squeezing it gently. "Do you think we should go to Kashyyyk?" she asked. "I know what you're thinking. And while the Force is a part of me... you are an even more important part of me. I will not have the Force cut you from my life."

Barriss would always put her family first. Always.

Zara hesitated, and Luminara actually slid out of the room.

"I want the Force to do what it needs to, cosmic destiny or whatever, and let you go." She shook her head. "But I can't change who you are, or what you are. So I guess all I can ask for is balance. If we go to Kashyyyk, we'll just be waiting for the Yuuzhan Vong or whoever to get us. We go to Mortis... there's a chance we'll be really safe, and then you can do what you need to do feel..."

She turned, placed a hand on Barriss's face. "Whole, I guess."

"I've always felt like I stole part of your life from you, especially after the Empire fell. You could have gone to Ossus or Yavin 4 and joined up, but you didn't."

Barriss looked into Zara's eyes, frowning. "Don't say that. Don't say that you stole a part of my life from me. You didn't steal anything, you gave me my life. I would have never gone to Ossus or Yavin 4. I would have just wandered aimlessly and alone, maybe end up living in a hut here on Bonadon. Zara, you made me happy. How is that stealing?"

“Because the Force is so very rare, Barriss. You’re special, living a very ordinary life. But now our safety and the Force’s… plan, or whatever, they are becoming one and the same.” Zara shook her head. “If I’d pushed you to go and be a positive influence in the galaxy, we might not have lost Nadiem. One more light in the fight might have made all the difference.”

“How selfish have I been?”

"No," Barriss told her wife, pulling her close. "Zara, you're not selfish. I was the selfish one. I cut myself off from the Force, I chose to stay on Nadiem, I chose to leave my life as a Jedi behind in favor of having an ordinary life. Don't blame yourself for my choices, my selfishness, and my cowardice. I also didn't think that I could be a positive influence in the galaxy, especially after all the years I had wasted in the Order for nothing. And well, I didn't need to be a positive influence in the galaxy either. Because instead I got to be a wife, a mother, and a grandparent. I was able to have a positive influence on Nadiem and for a while that was all what mattered to me. I'm not special because I have the Force. I'm special because I have been loved and was able to love... something that I wasn't allowed to do as a Jedi. But none of this is your fault. It's mine. It's always been mine. Even if you had tried to push me, I doubt it would have mattered. It took our family being put in danger for me to reconnect with the Force, when I had no other choice."

“And that’s why I want you to connect to the Force now,” Zara said. “Without it, we’re done for. We would have died on Nadiem, for no reason than dumb bad luck. Without you, I don’t think we’ll survive this war.”

“So if Nomi or Ahsoka or the Force is saying Mortis is safe - then I believe them. I just wanted you to know I’m all in, Barriss. All the way.”

Barriss hugged her tightly. "Alright. All the way. Just... don't feel like you're selfish or that you stole a part of my life. And if you feel bothered by anything moving forward, just let me know. This affects all of us and what you think is invaluable to me. Okay?"

“Okay,” Zara said, smiling, relief flooding her. She kissed her wife.

Luminara’s voice sounded from the doorway.

“Can we go to Mortis before you forget I’m still here?”

Zara laughed, breaking the kiss, but kissed Barriss again anyway -

Barriss kissed back, smiling softly.

"Yes, let's go to Mortis," she decided. She felt a little better about the future. Still worried, of course. But a bit less than she was before.

TAG: @Sinrebirth

 

Darth Cocytus
Return to Kamino

Cocytus glared at the faded world of Kamino, clearly a shadow of its former glory. He did not have too much love for his home planet, finding the above water cities to be fancy prisons during his youth. However, that didn't mean that the kaminoan did not have a corner in his heart for the water world... and a long burning desire to rule over it.

Cocytus reached out into the Force. Yes. Darth Styx was there indeed. She had yet to be turned completely at this point of time of course, but that reflection of himself he saw within her was still clear in the Force. Perfect opportunity to mend his mistakes.

Lama Su was there as well, as was Taun We, whose very presence made his blood boil in rage.

And yet...

"Force sensitive clones?" Cocytus asked with a blink, "Now that undoubtedly sounds most familiar..."

"Could the Darth Kronos incident be happening again?"

His eyes stared and his mind thought of opportunity if such a thing was possible.

The Black-Coat peered back. “Kronos? I met him, nice guy - he carried my Eye forward into the future. Well, until Hosnian Prime, anyway.” A shrug. “But I doubt it’s Kronos, he’s not been born yet… and I don’t think he will, to be honest - not with how things have gone here. Pretty sure his great-grandparents died when Coruscant got burned down by Crimson Dawn that one time.”

He snorted somewhat. “Like I say, a lots Changed here.” He tapped his chin. “It’s likely something for Palpatine, as he’s not dead here.”

He eyed Cocytus. “Does that change your resolve? I was never quite sure how you would respond if you coexisted with Palpatine.”

Darth Cocytus pondered for a moment. Two paths lay before him now. However, he quickly shooed those thoughts away.

"This timeline can take care of itself for now." The kaminoan replied, "Let's just find this timeline's Faya Ne and turn her into Darth Styx before I return to the other timeline."

His eyes narrowed.

"Unless there is anything else you are not telling me."

“Nothing relevant to what you’re doing here, of course,” he soothed. “But I didn’t want any loose ends on Kamino in this timeline, that's all.”

Their ship descended, and the Force reached out for them. This wasn’t a flaying clone, no, it was a trained mind. The Black Coat flinched. “Oh boy. A Jedi?”

How had a Jedi infiltrated the cloning facilities of the Kaminoans?

Standing just off the platform, away from the rain, was Taun We, as ethereal as ever. She watched the curious ship, the only sign of her interest a double blink for her eyes.

Darth Cocytus glared at the city, sensing the Light Side presence within and partly wondering if they, whoever they were, could sense his darkness.

His lips thinned.

"We should act out our mission as secretly and undetected as possible." The kaminoan decided, "I should go alone, being capable of hiding my true nature and able to blend in with the populace while I search for my apprentice after I speak with Taun We."

"I mean, I can run interference while you sneak in, sure."

The Black-Coat shrugged.

"I mean I can't be cloned, but I am sure I can make up a story." His tone was self-depreciating, as if he didn't actually deal in lies and truth on the daily basis.

Darth Cocytus nodded as he got up and walked down the ramp, hiding his force sensitivity and inner darkness. He would be nothing more than a normal grey eyed kaminoan as he approached Taun We. The Sith Lord did well to remember that this wasn't the same Taun We that betrayed him, and restrained from glaring or anything of the sort.

“Greetings, Taun We.” The Kaminoan began with a small nod, “It’s been… a long time since I have been home.”

Rather unfortunately, the Jedi had the same thing in mind and had squirrelled herself away in the Force as he spoke to Taun We. An elderly Kaminoan stepped to the rear of her meet-and-greet entourage and threw off a brown and white robes -

The Jedi Knight was named Kina Ha. She ignited her emerald blade and pointed at Cocytus. “Sith!”

Taking several steps back, Taun We blinked, stammered - a very un-Kaminoan thing to do - “This is not the Sith we -“

Indeed, among Taun We’s ‘let’s impress the man with credits with our team’ escort, the woman who would become Styx, hissed. “Taun We!”

Kina Ha frowned at one, and then the other. “I chose to remain here after the Clone Wars, to be a secret Watcher of my people - to ensure they atoned for their sins. I found a conspiracy to perfect the cloning of Force sensitives, one which has failed time and time again.” Her blade she brandished at Cocytus.

“Today I stand before the Sith behind it all. I fought in the wars against the pretender Kaan, but I missed the battles against Count Dooku and Darth Maul. Today I atone for my failure.” A hesitation.

“But tell me - why mass clone the bounty hunter Aurra Sing? What could that possibly achieve?”

Taun We turned and began to briskly walk away - the Kaminoan equivalent of a run. She knew; her professional panic reverberated in the Force. Styx, as she had before, was intrigued by Cocytus, but a little younger and her thoughts a little more obvious.

She was attracted to him; to power.

The Black-Coat merged with a shadow, and off he went.

Sensing her coming in the Force, Darth Cocytus glared as the Jedi, a fellow Kaminoan of all things, instantly called him out for what he was. His grey eyes became a burning yellow and his appearance became deformed, a withered husk, revealing his Dark Side degradation. His Sith instincts, making him reach for his own blade, wanted him to fight this Jedi, to match the power of the Dark against the Light as how it has been done time and time again throughout history - a clash between blade and the Force.

However, the Jedi's words confused him and he pulled away from his blade and put his hands behind his back.

He stared blinking to make

"I beg your pardon, Jedi." The dark Kaminoan replied, spitting out the last word with venom, "But behind all of what exactly?"

"I am indeed Sith." He went honestly on with a greeting bow. Not much of a point to hide it. "Darth Cocytus, at your service. However, to be quite honest, I was as much in the dark about these cloned force sensitives as any outsider before you enlightened some of it to me."

His eyes glowed and he waved a hand dismissively.

"Regardless, stand aside, Jedi." Cocytus sneered, "I have no quarrel with you at the moment and am only here for business unrelated to yours."

His eyes glowed as they shifted towards Styx, or rather Faya Ne.

"I am here for her." He pointed out, "For I am in need of an apprentice."

A pause as he looked back at Kina Ha.

"However, while I am here, and since this Clone business is problematic... How about a temporary alliance, putting aside our differences, to find the true culprit of the issue at hand?"

"I have a... good guess on who may really be behind it all."

Even as Styx-to-be flinched, awed that she had been chosen, the Kaminoan Jedi Knight hesitated.

Kina Ha shook her head, human-style. “An alliance with convenience, compromising our values, is what brought low my Order.” She adopted a pose from Soresu. “I refuse, Darth Cocytus.”

At that she bent her legs and, rather incredibly, hurled forward in a flying roll that was all Ataru to close the distance between them in an instance, landing firmly and instantly shifting to a two-handed whip crack blow at his scarred neck -

Darth Cocytus rolled his eyes at the Jedi's refusal, summoning his lightsaber to his hand.

So much for that try.

It was just before Kina Ha launched herself at him in Ataru that his lightsaber ignited in his soresu stance. For a microcosm of micro second there was a twinge of surprise at the Kaminoan jedi's use of the acrobatic fourth form which was the only one that he lacked practice in all together in his career. However, nonetheless, unlike the Jedi opponent, Cocytus kept his defensive fighting style, his movement tracking hers in speed before his crimson blade meeting her green blade.

"Typical Jedi." The Sith sneered coldly as he blocked and parried the next series of attacks from Kina Ha, "Always worrying about what's immediately in front of them while blind to the bigger picture. They never could see the forest for the trees."

"Compromise once with the dark, and you start a slippery slope. The Jedi did this once; I will not." She dropped back to Soresu for a moment, enjoying the discourse but not being touched by it. "So I riposte; typical Sith, who sees moral convenience as acceptable."

"Typical Jedi being so high and mighty with their sanctimonious talk of morality." Cocytus retorted, keeping his soresu guard, almost mirroring the Jedi. He too enjoyed the discourse, always wanting to have such a philosophical debate with such an enemy as a Jedi. "Thinking that they're always better than everyone else because they reject passion and emotion when in reality they are what drives every living creature in the Galaxy and without such we are no better than a common droid. Without passion and emotion there is nothing but stagnation and death. No ambition to improve ourselves and no strive to always be better tomorrow than what we are today."

Cocytus smirked.

"Your desire to right the wrongs of the Jedi, for example." He pointed out, "That is your passion, just as bettering the Sith for the Future is my own."

“Passion is acceptable; but we eschew it because we do not wish to be controlled it; Sith are controlled by their passions, though they claim otherwise,” Kina shot back, catching blows but they were both fundamentally using defensive forms.

Styx-to-be was transfixed, getting a philosophy lesson even as she watched their incredibly fast motions, a dozen flashes of their blades passing in moments.

There was a noise of advancing guards, and she was disappointed to see that. Six members of Kaminoan Security pointed their blasters and fired -

At both of them!

"And meanwhile as the Jedi deteriorate in stagnation," Cocytus added as he blocked and parried the jedi's movements. They were clear equals in the art form of soresu which the kaminoan admired. "The Sith adapt and grow ever more powerful each and every time we return."

HIs attention was then caught by the interference of kamino's security force and his yellow eyes burned in a rage as he thus turned his blade towards them, tightly blocking and deflecting each of their shots before releasing a surge of Sith Lightning upon them.

"The grand and intoxicating arrogance!" Cocytus sneered, "Our own people bringing their weapons upon us both!"

Kina Ha shifted to cover them where Cocytus did not, instinctively backing in tandem and even if he didn’t intend it, by batting back any shots he was aiding her. But whatever bond of camaraderie that was between them was shattered by his use of Force Lightning, and Kina interposed her lightsaber to protect the downed Kaminoans.

“And yet you treat them with the same murderous intent you do any other species?”

Their witness did wince at that, hugging the wall. The guards, smoking, groaned almost in unison, not dead but not in the fight.

Cocytus glared coldly at his Jedi opponent, defending their never-would-be killers before shrugging.

"They fired their weapons upon us first." The dark kaminoan replied simply, "In any legal case, what I just did would be considered self-defense."

Cocytus pointed at her.

"They tried to kill you as well, Jedi." He reminded her, "I can see it in their minds. Taun We and Lama Su seek to be rid of us both."

His eyes narrowed.

"So save your misplaced sympathies for others and prepare to defend yourself against more of them." Cocytus told the Jedi, "In the meantime I highly recommend that we team up and end this Force Clone Operation for good."

"Then we can go back to our little dance, if you so wish."

Kina Ha deactivated her blade. “And your witness?” She indicated the younger stalwart.

Darth Cocytus's blade also deactivated with a small thin smile, seeing that they came to a truce.

His eyes shifted towards his soon-to-be pupil.

"Ah yes. Of course." The Kaminoan replied as he gave her a com. His voice was caring in a way a bit unnatural for a Sith, at least from a Jedi point of view. "The safest place you can think of. Go there. Stay there. I will call you when its over."

Kina Ha wobbled her head, mildly curious.

"Follow me."

She knew where the clones were, and took a direct route, following a series of secretly cut tunnels through the back of storage rooms and unused corridors.

In short order, they stood above it.

A good dozen clones of Aurra Sing.

Taun We was here, as was Lama Su, and Styx-to-be's mother.

They were arguing amongst themselves, sharply.

At the rear of the room was a clone cylinder with a surprise within it.

Kina Ha breathed in, expressing her surprise human-style.

"That was covered up before now."

It was a clone of Palpatine.

Darth Cocytus was anything but surprised by the clone of Palpatine, as it only confirmed the Black-Coat's suspicions.

"Ah, yes. I thought so." He spoke quietly but nonchalantly before turning to the Jedi, "Have you met? May I introduce you to Darth Sidious. His clone, of course, waiting to act as vessel for whenever the Old Fool of Sith Lord dies again, but still Darth Sidious."

The Kaminoan shrugged.


"Whatever Sidious has planned, it will fail." Cocytus went on, "Just as he always had in every other time, even if I have to plant the seeds of his downfall yet again."

"However, that doesn't explain the Aurra Sing clones." The kaminoan noted thoughtfully with a stroke of his chin, "What exactly is he planning in this timeline?"


The Palpatine clone suddenly buckled, and the Kaminoans rushed to attend to a dozen alarms.

"Ah," Kina Ha said. "Aurra Sing is the project to create a successful Force sensitive clone." A willowy finger pointed at one. "You can see, there, that there is one mid-degradation."

"So presumably Palpatine is struggling to create a stable form... and without one, he's going to get desperate."

"So the Old Fool is failing already." Cocytus added with a thin smirk, "Just as he always had before."

He stroked his chin in thought.

"Of course, the more desperate Sidious becomes, the more dangerous he shall eventually be also."

The kaminoan glanced at the other.

"Shall we put an end to this project?" Cocytus asked, eager to make a move and simply wanting an agreement to do so.

Kina nodded. “Let’s.”

She leapt forward, scattering the Kaminoan techs. Taun We panicked, heading to the comms on the walls and Kina wagged a finger to trip her. Lama Su faced the two Kaminoans, unhappy. “You threaten the future of our species with your interference.”

Taun We, besides one of the Aurra cylinders, turned to sit up. Even without the alarm, a half dozen guards swept in and began firing into the discussion -

Cocytus followed in his own leap, igniting his blade as he landed. A thin smirk grew on his lips as the Jedi tripped Taun We. His lips thinned as he glanced at the Prime Minister.

"And pray tell what empty promises Darth Sidious has made to the kaminoan people?"

Before Cocytus could even expect an answer, more armed kaminoans arrived, putting him in his soresu stance. With quick, tight and swift movements he blocked and deflected the barrage of blaster fire then reached out with his hand.

With use of tutaminis Cocytus absorbed the next barrage of fire into his hand before flexing it upward as he reached out into the Force. Grabbing hold of their necks in a rageful and hate filled crushing telekinetic chokehold, he lifted three of the six guards upwards before shoving them hard against the wall.

Putting his guard back up he glanced to see how the Jedi was doing against her set of guards.

Kina Ha had already downed them, deflecting bolts into their legs and then discarding their weapons. She turned to face the Kaminoan Prime Minister as Taun We palmed a control on the Sing tube.

They all opened, and a bolt of energy electrified the clones into motion - they roared and howled and lashed out with the Force at the two of them for they stood directly between each set of clone cylinders -


Cocytus held his soresu stance, pinning his feet with the Force as to withstand the onslaught from the Aurra Sing clones.

With swift movement he outstretched his free hand and unleashed force lightning upon the Clones on his side of the room.

The clones struggled under the lightning onslaught but had the Force to sustain them. What it did however was teach them, and one or two of them peered at their hands and tried to conquer their own.

Kina Ha was merciful, cutting arms where she could, attempting to disable. One more advanced clone reaching out a hand and snatched at Cocytus’ hilt, trying to get it -

Taun We stood, and headed to the Palpatine clone’s cylinder -

Cocytus sneered in rage as the Aurra Sing Clones resisted his Force Lightning, being stronger in the Force than he originally thought. His eyes then shifted as one of them tried reaching for his lightsabers, still at his side, before snatching it away first. Activating it and now wielding two blades, Cocytus, with glaring yellow eyes, quickly went on a killing spree. With downward sweeps he first cut down the would-be thief before going after the others, slicing and dicing, amputating and decapitating, in dance-like deadly motions.

His eyes shifted towards Taun We as he impaled another of the Clones with a single blade. With a surge of hate and a movement of lifted fingers, Taun We was force pushed into a wall.

"Don't even bother with that one." Cocytus sneered, "Darth Sidious's plan has failed. It will always fail."

Taun We slammed to the wall and heard his words for long enough to lose consciousness.

The other Kaminoan's, including Lama Su had been killed in the ricochet of deflected blasts, and Kina Ha had disabled her Aurra clones and left most of them in pain on the floor from lost limbs.

They began to disintegrate, and dissolve. Kina paused, counting clones and cylinders. "Four are missing, Cocytus."

Then the clone cylinder containing Palpatine exploded, showering them with jagged shards of glass transparisteel -

Darth Cocytus stood for a moment as the symphony of chaos and destruction came to a sudden halt nearly as quickly as it began. He was embracing and taking in the surrounding death, pain and agony around him, using it to fuel his dark power, before his eyes shifted to the being of light.

"Then we ought to find the missing four and terminate them on sight." The kaminoan suggested with glowing eyes eager for more combat.

Suddenly the last cylinder exploded, Cocytus creating a Force bubble around him to push away the rain of glass shards and shrapnel. His blades ignited defensively as he reached out into the Force, wondering if the Sith clone was even alive to be a threat.

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IC: Leia Skirata-Linnett, Almira and Tor
Bakura

Tor watched as Fett faded before her, the blue haired one was out she could focus on her target. She was so close, so damn close she could taste it, could feel it. Jango's blaster was in her hand again as she fired off as many shots as she could, wanting to make Fett's last stand make a difference, to finally kill the bastard that had plagued her, ploughed the galaxy for 12 years. It could finally end here, the emperor could be dead by her hands. Undaunted she marched forward death and fury in her eyes. Almost there, almost there...

Her withering assault kept him occupied as a blast from afar stuck the scepter just as the detonator Fett released exploded. As her feet left the broken ground of the destroyed landing pad her eyes widened. No, no, nonononono, not after all this not after all this sacrifice, not after all this time no. As she fell she tried to activate her jet pack but nothing doing. She crashed into the ground destroying her pack and sending her tumbling around.

Her world was upside down head spinning and anger in her heart.

"NO!" she shouted marching in the direction of the fallen sith lord. "YOU DON'T GET AWAY THAT EASY YOU SPOOKY DI'KUT, YOU SPOONBENDING HIGH AND MIGHTY SHABUIR. NO, I'M NOT EVEN CLOSE TO SHABBING DONE WITH YOU. I WILL SEE YOUR BLOOD ON MY GLOVE I WILL SEE THE LIGHT FADE FROM YOU SICKLY URINE COLORED EYEBALLS. YOU MUST DIE HERE YOU WILL DIE HERE." She walked with almost single minded hatred, and determination. It would take something very, very powerful to stop her.

Aden listed, pained, as he saw Leia’s ship arrive. He smacked his lips, and looked at Tor. “You hear that?” It was hard to hear the announcement across the battle net and static and general chaos of a city aflame, but it as there. “The Emperor’s intend to eat Bakura - or at least it’s vermin. You’re done. Stay, if you want. I’ll be fine.”

He didn’t sound certain at all.

But that was pain for you.

Also Emperor Bernael didn’t especially like him thanks to his politicking.

As Leia’s ship landed, Almira was ready at the ramp, and waved. “Come on! There’s two, um, Empire of the Hand fleets in orbit and it’s getting messy!” She was reciting what she had been told by the sensors. “Apparently your mission wasn’t that secret and everyone is piling in off the back of your chaos.”

Assassination was a tricky business in war time. You had to either build the perfect surprise or the perfect trap.

Neither could be done in the middle of the Battle of Bakura. It was too chaotic; TIE designs were streaming into the air, even as the announcement continued.

“Look, Emperor Sistros will chase me; I have artefacts stashed away on Korriban he wants. He needs them now you’ve blown up his Scepter; his body will leak power until he can master it. Until now he wouldn’t have needed to.”


"SHUT UP YOU SPINELESS GOVELING PISSANT." Tor screamed slamming her stun gun right into his burnt chest. As the electricity ran over his body she turned her attention to Almira. "WELL NOW YOU FRACKING SHOW UP I COULD HAVE USED YOU ABOUT AN HOUR AGO." Turned her attention back towards the Emperor. She wasn't done, she wasn't going to give up. Even iminent death wouldn't stop her. He had to die, and die by her hand she had spent too long, too many years of her life to just give up now. This was her life, this was everything she'd been training for planing for. It was right here and nothing was going to stop her. NOTHING.

Leia let out a frustrated noise. "Well that's just great isn't it?" She removed her lightsaber from her belt and kept it close as she moved off the ramp and spotted Tor.

Well I can't argue with that. Leia thought at her outburst. She quickly moved to her side. "Don't do anything rash. We can take him down, but were not going to be stupid about it."

"RASH, RASH, HE'S RIGHT FRACKING OVER THERE AND AS WEAK AS HE'S EVER GOING TO BE." Tor never stopped she just kept moving. "AND IF WE DON'T TAKE THIS OPPORTUNITY RIGHT NOW WE'LL NEVER HAVE ANOTHER CHANCE."

Leia ran up behind Tor and grabbed her hard around the middle, "There are a million opportunities! This one could get you killed. I need you to listen to me Tor!" She told her fiercely. "We can take him down, but not like this. A calculated move is what we need. Almira and I can help you."

"GET OFF." Tor railed ripping at the arms wrapped around her. "IT'S SO CLOSE. SO SHABALA CLOSE." Her voice broke the angish and pain in her voice. "I'VE PLANNED THIS FOR YEARS...AND IT'S RIGHT FRACKING THERE." The mandalorian thrust her arm out towards the direction of the dark lord she'd been hunting for most of her life at his point. "RIGHT THERE..."

"I know Sister. I know. But you need soneone to watch your back. Sith are dangerous. He could be faking to get you close enough to kill you." Leia explained, holding onto Tor. "If you want to do this...we do it together. But you have to trust me."

"TRUST YOU." Tor wheeled around slamming her open palm into Leia's chest. "I TRUSTED YOU TO BE HERE, TO SHOW UP WHEN I NEEDED YOU. AND YOU DIDN'T, NOW. NOW WHEN EVERYTHING HAS FALLEN APART NOW YOU SHOW UP? TELLING ME TO JUST WALK AWAY FROM THE CLOSEST I HAVE EVER BEEN?"

Leia stumbled back, the breath knocked out of her for a moment. "I came as soon as I could." She gasped; "I choose to come and help you over mother and father Tor!" Leia shouted back. "They could be dying for all I know."

"If you want to take him down that's fine. But I'm going to help you whether you like it or not. You want to kill him now? Then you had better be prepared to heed my warnings. He could be faking being injured to kill you. If I have to get in the way of you dying, then you had better be prepared to explain to mother and father about how amd why I died protecting you while you took down a Sith Lord!"

"FINE." Tor barked turning back towards her target. "I'm sure Auntie will love her little warrior dying like a martyr."

Leia sighed. "No. But I wouldn't do it to be a martyr." She said honestly. Tor doesn't get it.

"What, you don't want to be a hero, the slayer of half the Eternal Empire?"

Leia laughed. "Tor I might be arrogant but I don't want to be a hero. Why would I want that? Do I seem like that kind of person to you?"

"Have you forgotten how you wanted to be the greatest jedi, the greatest pilot. I would think having a true Sith Lord kill on your lightsaber would have you well on your way..." Tor cast a glance over her shoulder. "Or did you give up on that the moment you started having feelings for a dark sider."

Leia frowned. "Killing a Sith would accomplish little in the way of glory for me." She wished a little at Tor's remark. "Almira and I care about each other. I don't care if she uses the dark side. She doesn't use it for the suffering of others. "

Aden had collapsed; twitching.

The announcement continued to count down.

Almira pulled a proper face. She was going to shoot Tor, but that wouldn’t help. She wanted to shout that they needed to go, but it wasn’t her place.

The skies above boiled with turbolaser fire and explosions and spiralling fighters.

None of the battle overhead mattered the count down didn't matter. The Emperor of the Eternal Empire was injured and she could kill him. It didn't matter what happened afterwards he would be dead.

Leia looked at the desperation on Almira's face; and realised with grieving dread that they couldn't stay. They would die. "You know, the way that announcements going I don't think any if us need to kill the Sith." She looked at Tor.

And then made a split second decision. I can't let my sister die.

"I won't abandon you Tor. But I can't let you throw your life away." Leia explained. "You will think a lot of these opportunities are the right thing to do. And maybe they are, but I won't lose the only sister I have to anger and hatred." She reached out with the force and grabbed Tor, lightsaber hilt deactivated in her hand.

And she hit Tor lightly on the head, enough to knock her out but not do any permanent damage.

"Let me go sis." Tor barked her arms pinned to her sides and feet lifted. The first strike bounced off the hardened beskar helmet. "You think a little bonk on the head will stop me." The restrained hunter laughed. Green wisps of power wrapped around the helm pulling it off the dangerous woman's head. Her eyes met with Leia's an angry snarl on her face. Her dark brown hair fell to her shoulders, almost a perfect picture of her mother at that age. "Do it then, just like your father would," a not so subtle jab at the fact her mother and chosen the way of the Jedi and not the Mandalorians. "look me in the eyes while you attack me." Tor yelled the rage of her mother in every last word.

Leia looked started and watched as the helmet came off; the energy around it. "Okay. If that's how you feel!" She pulled her forward, and then hit her again with a little more force. Something is wrong with her helmet. "Almira!"

The simultaneous pull forward with the crack across the jaw snapped her head around with such force that not even her rage could overcome it. Her body went limp in the grip of the force her blaster falling from her hand and blood dripping from her mouth. Her anger gone as she fell into unconsciousness.

Leia grabbed Tor and hoisted her up on her shoulders; turning quickly to Almira. "Let's go!" She ordered.

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IC: Madelyn Linnett
Aboard the Sunulok, Battle of Garqi

Madelyn tried to keep her breathing low and even as they were charged, she tried to keep and eye on her husband and son; but found it hard in the chaos of the battle. Instead, Madelyn activated her lightsaber to meet the enemy. They might not be able to see them in the force, but for now this could work-

"I don't think sending us into the void is the best option." Madelyn called out, "The Republic might have a problem with the Jedi if they found out you spaced your own grandmaster-" She told them amused, fueled by the chaos of the battle. She pushed back with her blade, both as a warning and an attack-

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Ka'rta
Mandalore

Ka'rta was making her way back to the surface as ships swarmed around the captured planet ship. Having that in their arsenal would make the next attack easier to weather. Be interesting how the Vong react to facing their own weapons. The report came in from tech, it would take some time but they could take over the holo net, though it would tie up many many warriors. Though having control of the holo net in her own sector for all eternity could be of use after the war. This was the balancing act she was trapped in. Make plans for the future at the detriment of the present.

"Do it, this is a sige not a conventional war. We'll find a way to make up the difference." It was a risk and she knew it. "Information is key in a war and the first thing to do in a sige is to cut off communication." Her mercenary history coming through having participated in many attacks of many different kinds.

"Spirit of Vengeance III seems...fitting." Ka'rta weighed in on the naming of the new battleship. "If we can keep it through this conflict could be very useful in the reconquest." Because there would be a reclaiming of planets after this war. And possibly an expansion. Though they would have to see the state of Mandalore itself at the end of all this.

The second line was reinforced though there were some alarming gaps given the old Sith planets in the area. But, they did what they could with the planets they did have, strengthening them into fortresses. Not as much as Mandalore but strong enough to hold off an attack.

All the information streamed across her HUD as she broke through the Atmosphere. A spy reported in codename Beviin

"Two more fleets have arrived headed up by dreadnoughts, one KDY the other Mon Cal. picked up some chatter from a YV transport called No Luck Required. Sounded like the Silent One." The snarl was clear on the Vengeant's face. The Silent One, the name used to refer to the former Mand'alor, her former sister, the one that abandoned the Mandalorians to be Grand Master. It was a betrayal that had festered in her heart for years, over a decade. "The odds don't look good, the Vong have half again the ships and their flag ship is the size of the Death Star. Not sure how long these reinforcements can hold...Orders Mand'alor?" The thought of sending warriors to assist had crossed her mind. They could push the Vong back, bloody their nose and send them packing from New Republic space. But, why should she put her warriors and material at risk to protect the aruetii? It did little to protect Mandalore and would in fact put her at risk. Though she would consider it if there were concessions made to her by the New Republic. She was still a mercenary at heart. Though it seemed unlikely that the beacon of light and hope would sully themselves by reaching out to the isolationist Mandalorians.

"Maintain cover, we're losing the Holo net all over, we'll lose contact for a while. Most of all stay alive."

"That YV sounds like a hit squad for someone important." Hunter said over the comms, "Likely Papatine himself."

"I doubt the mastermind behind this whole invasion would be so easily disposed of." Ka'rta replied. "It will fail and the New Republic will fail. They are only good for tying up Vong resources and weakening them before they can get to Mandalorian space." It was cold but, the Vengeant had made her intentions clear, Mandalore above all else.

"That should give us time to take over the holo net and prepare for the next attack."

She landed quickly being found by Kast.

"I've an update about Tor, if you wanted to know."

"What's my adiik done now." Ka'rta said using the term for a young child. Tor was still a child, running across the galaxy hunting down bounties when she should be challenging Ka'rta for the throne. By Ka'rta's estimation they should have faced off three years ago. Yet it never happened.

Looking at the feed an Empire of the Hand fleet was encircling Bakura, tying up the Eternal Empire's fleets. Ah, so she was going for Sistros. Tor had always had it out for that man, even taking lessons from Leia in how to fight a force sensitive. Seemed she finally made her move and it failed. It was always going to fail she attacked him in his place of power, even Ka'rta knew not to do that.

"Thought I taught her better." Ka'rta grumbled as she marched into the cafe, "Di'kut adiik," she cursed under her breath.

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Ka'rta
Mandalore

Ka'rta was just letting the words roll off her, taking the information that was necessary and leaving the rest. Her adiik made her choice, made the choice to go galavanting around the galaxy avoiding her duty to face the Mand'alor with the darksaber in hand. If Tor wanted to waste her time going after targets and putting her life at risk that was her prerogative. Ka'rta would just face, and kill whoever ended up with the Darksaber next and finally lay to rest all questions of her right to rule.

Hunter made the heroic offer to take team 99 to extract the wayward heir something that turned the Mand'alor's head.

"You will do no such thing. If she wishes to risk her life, let her. I will not come riding in on a Bes'uliik to save her...and neither will you." the glare of the Mand'alor fell on the clone, a harsh withering gaze. "You and your brothers are needed here for the defense of your home. Give our little girl a place to run to when she comes to her senses."

More information rolled in more planets fell, and darkness was spreading over the edges of her Empire. Things were not going as she had planned but, this was war, no plan survives first contact. At the very least, the Vong had learned their lesson the Mandalorians were not to be trifled with. And with the data they had collected she hoped for more weapons and strategies to face them more effectively.

Those bugs had better come through, or force help them.

"Tech do what you can to send a message to the surviving warriors around Ord Trasi and Cuitric to fall back to the next line. No sense just leaving them out there...if there are any more out there. Give me damage reports and enemy kills from those engagements. I want to know how badly we hurt them."

She didn't spent too much time celebrating just long enough to make an appearance, share a toast and give her orders for overnight before retiring to her quarters.

As she entered the room, it felt cold, Mirdala had left word that he would be taking command in the Southern Hemisphere, away from Keldabe. It was his right as a seasoned warrior to have his pick of theaters, and it wasn't as if she needed him at her side. She had Squad 99, Kast and her former Death Watch, along with Venku and his pilots. One more warrior at her side wouldn't change anything.

Her helmet came off her dark hair falling just to her shoulders hidden by her helm. She set it on the armor stand the metal echoed in the eerily quiet space. In absolute silence she removed her armor until she was down to her body glove. Around her was an austere space, a bed, a fireplace, an armor stand, and a locker for weapons. A datapad lay next to the bed filled with messages that were forwarded to her armor. In or out of her Beskar she was still Mand'alor.

Sliding into bed she picked up the pad flicking through all the updates she'd already gotten when a new message came in.

Cyar'ika Only one person in the galaxy had the right to address her as such. Her riduur, her partner. We suffered minimal casualties while inflicting maximum destruction upon our enemies. I hear news that our ad'ika has made an appearance. I don't suppose you have any intentions of sending her aid? It was foolish of him to ask that question. If you do I would request that I be part of that mission. I have a squad in mind to assist with any difficulties she could come across. Tor is a resourceful hunter, I'm sure she will be fine. But, she is our Agol. It would be a crime to just leave her to her fate without lending aid. Ka'rta just shook her head. Mhi solus dar'tome (We are one when we are apart)

Mirdala

A long breath left her. If this had been a message from any other soldier she would have had them disciplined severely for their presumption to tell her what the code required. But, for him, she let it slide. The message felt cold, despite the warm address and ending that referenced their marriage vows, it was just a formula, one she had become accustomed to over the years as he drifted further and further away from her.

Ner Riduur,

You have comported yourself well in this first engagement, you should be congratulated. As of yet I have not cleared any resources towards recovering Tor. It would not be prudent at this moment to commit needed warriors to such an endeavor. As you say she is resourceful and we will have to hope she is resourceful enough to survive. Right now we should be focused on making sure she has a home to return to.

Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum (I will always remember you)

Ka'rta

She sent the reply and hung her head. He should be here, by her side not fighting half a world away. Resting her head against her knees she closed her eyes letting a single tear roll down her cheek. These were the sacrifices she had to make, a bed warmed by a love, seeing her flesh and blood fighting next to her. She gave that up for a strong and united Mandalore, a home that would weather any storm, that would be an Iron Bulwark against any invader.

A long sob left her echoing in the empty room.

All the power in the galaxy couldn't fill the void she made in her heart.

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Tor
Bakura, Leaving

Slowly the hunter came to, her head ringing. Leia had clocked her good, made sense, Tor and Auntie had taught her well. Her helmet rested in her lap and her hands were bound. At first she fought against the restraints pushing against the harness that held her in place. She found it to be very snug and very secure. It would take some serious determination and tools to extricate herself from it.

As the cobwebs cleared a message came in, one that sent her mind into overdrive and her heart pounding in her chest.

He was close…

"That yacht." she croaked, "That yacht, dock with it...get me on board…" the hunter demanded even though she had no room to do so. "Come on sis, he's right there that Besom is right facking there. We could take him now, you're a good pilot right?" A large moon just entered the system causing Tor's eyes to go wide. "Hurry in the confusion we can board the ship take it over and kill everyone inside before they even know what's going on..." She pleaded, her jaw still smarting. "This is our better chance, he's gotta still be hurting and weak, we can take him…" She fought against the restraints again. "Come on...this mission might have all been worth it... Gedet'ye Vod, Gedet'ye. (Please sister, please)."

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IC: Darth Impetuous and Rebecca

Impetuous listened to Dutch's words, but he had already decided on what action to take. For all he could care, Beruss could die in her plight; he wasn't going to help her in any capacity. As for the battle on the capital, Impetuous could feel the welling of the Darkside; something was happening there, something that he probably shouldn't be within the immediate vicinity of. However, crashing an election sounded more up Darth Impetuous's alley; he was already bloodlust from everything that took place before; he needed more carnage, more destruction.

Impetuous set his arms and legs back into place with three huge CRACKS!

It was painful; each crack left Impetuous breathless, later gasping for air, but there was a weird pleasure in doing so. It didn't feel good, but it wasn't too bad either, though one shouldn't be surprised that misaligned limbs didn't impede a man who survived being blown up twice within the same mission.

Rebecca eyed Impetuous, shocked that he could casually do such a thing.

Impetuous got up and took off his burned, musky outfit, which housed a tracksuit underlayer.

"We need to gather the rest of the headhunters, Zarya and Rock. They'll be invaluable in this election intrusion we are planning."

(Director of Communications Rock, and to his left is Chief of staff Zarya.)​

Rebecca noticed that her master was undressing, so she took the time to take off her armor to which underneath was also an underlayer of a tracksuit.

"Hey, I was playing the hero most of the time. Dutch, you should have seen our master; I had to carry him throughout the entire mission."

Impetuous held back the urge to comment on Rebecca's word choice. As in all of her years working for Impetuous, she never addressed him like that or referenced him in such a manner. It was further proof that Rebecca was further indoctrinated to his will.

Rebecca headed towards the crew quarter's where inside there was a compartment room that housed an entire luxury-style refresher room equipped with spare clothes and an armory.

​

Rebecca stopped for a split second before going in and looked Impetuous in the eye, and jerked her head in the direction of the Crew quarters before slipping inside. Impetuous's eyes widened a little, and after a moment, he turned towards Dutch,

"I hope you don't mind being alone for a while."

Impetuous then turned and made his way to the crew quarters as well, only reappearing with Rebecca after an hour or so; both were dressed in new gear.

Rebecca was dressed in bright orange armor that Heisenberg Inc specifically designed. It was codenamed Beweglichkeitsrüstungsysteme in Pak Pak but once translated into Galactic basic; the term means Mobile Armament Systems. This suit is very resilient and reliable in most situations.

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Impetuous meanwhile dressed in a Ravenclaw-Esque attire that blended elements of advanced hardening from Phrik metal and a loose wandering vagrant aesthetic. Impetuous didn't bother to cover his face fully this time, Impetuous figured that there was no point, war was being had, and the higher-ups within the Confederacy had a hunch on who he was, so he might as well let his identity air out, besides if he had his way then no one would live to tell about it, just like the incident on the Master Stroke and Phennir.

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Both Rebecca and Impetuous were refreshed and ready to go.

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