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Post by Kurōn on Dec 2, 2016 23:07:03 GMT -8
Vlad shrugged indifferently as Soku spoke about his brother. As he finished speaking, Vlad couldn't help but chuckle.
"Help Viox see the error on his ways? Surely you jest. My brother is stubborn...and devoted to the dark side. You'd have a better chance of finding a nice sandy beach on Hoth than convince him that his ways are incorrect. As for him being a Sith, he was perhaps one once...I think he calls himself that now simply because he lacks a proper title..."
Vlad trailed off for a moment, thinking.
"Since the collapse of the Triumvirate on Rhommamool, several decades ago, he ceased to be a Sith. He harbors no loyalty to anyone anymore. He serves his own agenda for his own personal gains. Last I heard, he was actually seeking to become the embodiment of the dark side itself...I am a long forgotten footnote in our lineage. I am actually surprised his has managed to maintain any sort of civility toward the Knights of Ren. He abhors weakness and most likely views the Knights as some sort of off shoot of Sith too weak to follow the darkness and Jedi too weak to follow the light..."
Vlad frowned. He disliked speaking of his brother, but he wasn't wrong in what he said. Viox was an animal in his youth. Ferocious and unrelenting. Even now, he was most likely still the same animal, just more calculated and precise in his actions. The fact that Soku seemed to know so much about him was enough to prompt Vlad to ask his next question.
"It would seem you know a fair amount about Viox. How have you come across any of this information? Since our father's defeat several years ago, I haven't heard much of him..."
Vlad probably didn't want to know the answer to the question he had just asked, but it was too late now. And knowing his brother was alive still brought him some measure of comfort, however small it might have been.
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Post by Soku Ren on Dec 13, 2016 15:30:02 GMT -8
*Vladimir's words were very enlightening, for it was true that Soku knew little of Viox other than what was on the surface, and what he could research. The idea that Viox sought "to become the embodiment of the dark side itself" was intriguing... and, in a sense, alarming. Metaphor or not, should it come to blows with Viox Savage, that would present quite the obstacle indeed...
Eventually, Vladimir asked how Soku knew enough about Viox. It was a fair question, if not surprising; Soku had assumed Vladimir already knew the answer. With eyebrows raised, Soku replied,* "High Admiral Viox Savage of the First Order." *The response was potentially amusing, and Soku's lips preemptively curled into a smirk as he awaited it.*
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Post by Kurōn on Dec 14, 2016 15:52:00 GMT -8
Vlad couldn't entirely tell what was running through the human's mind as he contemplated what Vlad had said about his brother. But it was true. Or at least it was the last time he had saw or heard anything in regards to his brother. And then Soku dropped the 'bomb' so to speak. At first, Vlad couldn't believe it, but he hid his disbelief and merely arched an eyebrow at the Knight of Ren before him.
"A High Admiral, you say? Typical. My brother always did have a keen mind for naval strategies."
Vlad paused for a moment, thinking.
"Not to sew the seeds of distrust within your ranks, but I would tread carefully when dealing with my brother. The one thing I know he hates more than weakness is anything Imperial related. If he's playing nice with the First Order, its because he had his own master plan in mind. And that notion itself is enough to warrant caution. My brother is a schemer...and a leader. Despite being a Sith, he can inspire those to follow him, almost fanatically so. And he never commits to anything unless he gains the upper hand from it. By being placed within the First Order at a formidable rank, it gives him access to whatever he obviously requires to push his own agenda...however, I could be completely mistaken as well. I don't know my brother like I used to. While people don't generally change, at least not in my experiences, he may actually believe in the First Order's cause. Or the more likely option is you have a substantially formidable Force user standing at the head of this imperial faction. If that is the case, then my brother may actually respect this being enough to remain loyal..."
Vlad eyed up the darkly robed figure of Soku. Deciding he had spoken enough about his brother and his brother's motivations, he shrugged and looked around.
"So, what's next? I assume you had a plan in mind, in case I passed your little trial?"
While Vlad wasn't overly happy with serving this new dark side cult, it stood for something he believed in. And perhaps by playing nice with the Knights of Ren and the First Order, he could get closer to his brother and try to uncover his agenda. Either way, it seemed as though Vlad at least had some kind of direction now instead of wandering aimlessly helping those in need.
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Post by Soku Ren on Dec 24, 2016 17:09:44 GMT -8
*All traces of amusement vanished from Soku's expression as Vladimir continued to speak of his brother's character and potential ulterior motives. Such lofty aims were disgustingly typical of Sith, with no regard for the true greater good that would benefit the galaxy at large. He made no response other than to tut and shake his head, though amusement slowly did creep back onto his expression at the notion that the one in command of the First Order must have been "a substantially formidable Force user."
Instead of correct him, however, Soku used Vladimir's question as the perfect segue.* "Of course, I am sure you would like to meet that head of our faction. I can easily arrange that."
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Post by Kurōn on Jan 4, 2017 22:51:28 GMT -8
Vlad nodded.
"I imagine getting the introductions out of the way would be best."
Vlad noticed the amused expression on Soku's face, however he did not question it. For now, he was heading down a new path. A path that would allow him to fix the galaxy much more beneficially than serving the Jedi ever would have allowed. Keeping the peace was all good, but when the galaxy as a whole was in shambles, peace was an elusive thing to find. Sometime it took a show of force to maintain peace. Though Vlad was not the type to 'seek peace at all costs' having the muscle of the Knights of Ren and the First Order behind him would certainly make anyone who opposed his ideals of peace and justice think twice about it. He was bound to catch flak from the other Jedi factions due to his sudden career change, but he decided it was worth the struggle in the end. After all, he did still believe in the Jedi Code and the basic fundamentals of being a Jedi. But at times, those very ideals were too constraining. They held a Jedi's blade back when, at times it was needed to soothe the chaos. And it also served to limit what a Jedi could do in terms of how one acted or reacted in any situation. It also made them predictable. But that was something different entirely. For now, it was time for Soku and himself to head to the capital and meet with the leader of the First Order. Vlad stretched and raised his hood.
"Do you have transport, or shall we take my ship? It's not far from here..."
Vlad trailed off, waiting to see how Soku would react. After all, they were on the same side. While Vlad didn't completely trust Soku yet, he also hand't given Vlad a reason not to trust him. Until he did, Vlad was willing to cooperate and fall in line.
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Post by Soku Ren on Jan 7, 2017 13:08:00 GMT -8
*Soku shrugged his shoulders at the question and turned, arms folded behind his back.* "Whichever you prefer. You may follow my ship and I shall transfer the coordinates to you, or we could travel together. I will need to return my transport, after all, and I am sure you do not wish to leave your own ship behind."
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Post by Faina Delvardus on Dec 20, 2017 21:38:46 GMT -8
The shipping yards, located far enough from any commercial or residential areas that there is little to no chance of what will transpire endangering civilians or attracting the notice of any vultures in the press of the event itself, are deserted at the time of night chosen for the operation to commence, and as she steps out of her airspeeder outside of the fence surrounding the fog enshrouded yards, Faina pauses to look at the scene, peaceful now before that peace will be broken.
Taking her lightsaber from her hip with a sigh, Faina looks down at it, thinking of her mother, who bore it before her just as she wore the armor that Faina now wears, and wondering if she was ever called upon to do anything as difficult as what has brought Faina here tonight. Returning the hilt to her hip, Faina lifts the hood of her cloak over her head as the light drizzle becomes a stinging rain, and sets out for the small administrative building, located near the warehouse the traitors will soon be gathering, where she will meet with Brock and Commander Foresi and her troopers.
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Post by Brock Ferrum on Dec 23, 2017 20:50:30 GMT -8
Having thought that parking his speeder bike half a mile away was a great idea Brock begins to regret it as half way to the shipping yard the drizzle becomes a downpour.He pulls the dark grey hood of his cloak over his head as he makes his way toward where they were set to meet.He pushed as many thoughts out of his mind as he could, this was a mission and he would see it through, no matter how painful it may be.He leaps over the fence and makes his way toward the admin building they are set to meet in, holding the dark grey cloak tight around him so his white and gold armor doesn't show through since even in this rain it might be pretty easy to spot. Slipping through the door he lowers his hood and lets the cloak slide to the floor as he faces Faina, noting that the commander had not yet arrived with her men.
Lovely weather we are having.He manages a half smile and just a touch of levity, despite what they are about to do.With the drenched cloak on the floor at his feet he manages to strike a decently dashing figure. His white and Gold version of Imperial Knight armor is cleaned shining faintly in what little light is in the room. It wasn't that he felt the need to be different from his fellow knights so much as he preferred the white and gold because it tended to make him a target, and hopefully that would manage to keep some pressure off those he would be fighting beside. It was a long tradition he had had ever since he had become a full Knight in his own right, aside from those few occasions where he had been ordered to wear the red. Okay maybe it was partially because he liked standing out in a crowd, but the being a target was legitimate too, especially on a mission like this.
He was arrayed in his usual battle gear. Comlink earpiece in place, throwing knives hidden in his gauntlets and boots, and an Imperial Knight saber on his left hip balancing a long knife on his right. It would be a familiar site for Faina but if she was really paying attention she might notice something missing. The other lightsaber that he was almost never without was conspicuously absent. It had been a blade he had created when he had been a Jedi Apprentice on Corellia, and something he kept as a reminder of his past, as well as his most familiar weapon. He had just not been able to bring himself to bring the weapon of a Jedi to kill people who had once been his friends and allies, that had just been one step too far.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 25, 2017 7:04:23 GMT -8
Shipping Yards
After sending her forward observers, COL Grahn and PFC Gulzar 83, out to take up their positions atop the maintenance building overlooking the northeastern exit of the structure where the targets of the evening's operation will soon be gathering, Nicolina waits until they report in to confirm that they are in position and that their targets have not yet begun to arrive. The Shadow Scouts, each armed with their E11s sniper rifle, will be covering the northeastern exit while Nicolina, along with PV2 Mori and SSG Solberg, covers the southeastern exit to make sure that none of their targets escape the Imperial Knights that will move into the building and proceed to eliminate the traitors that have been uncovered within their ranks.
Not one to leave things to chance if it can be avoided, Nicolina has SGT Achari and his assault squad stay with the A-A5 speeder truck she and her troopers arrived in so that they can be called in if needed. As Nicolina, Mori and Solberg start to move out in the falling rain for the administrative building where they will be meeting with Nikulin and Ferrum, Grahn comms in to inform her that Nikulin and Ferrum have both arrived and are inside the admin building.
Adjusting the sling of her DLT-19 heavy blaster rifle so she can carry it in a patrol ready position after entering the admin building, Nicolina has Mori take up a position just inside the entrance, then makes her way with Solberg to where she can hear Ferrum's voice further inside. Targets haven't arrived yet, Nicolina greets the Imperial Knights without preamble, figuring that neither one is very likely to be in the mood for much chit chat given the reason they are all here. My Shadow Scouts are already in position, and will report in when the targets start to arrive. We heard anything new from Velia or Savin that I should know about?
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Post by Faina Delvardus on Dec 25, 2017 23:24:15 GMT -8
Managing an approximation of a smile when Brock arrives and, not surprisingly, makes a joke, Faina shakes her head in mock exasperation before she replies dryly, "It'll be over soon," referring as much to the storm as to the evening's grim task ahead of them. Observing Brock's unique armor without comment, knowing the reasons he chooses not to wear the traditional armor unless the occasion demands it of him, Faina sighs and is about to say something to thank him once more for agreeing to see this through with her when Commander Foresi arrives.
Nodding after Commander Foresi has informed them that her scouts are in position, Faina answers her question, "Nothing has changed. Once the traitors have all arrived, we'll give them time to get comfortable and then move in."
Outside in the pouring rain, Velia and Savin, dressed in civilian attire as they have instructed the traitors to do so that it will be easier for Commander Foresi and her team to tell friend from foe, are the first to arrive. After making a show of checking the area out in case any of the traitors have arrived and are watching, Velia and Savin eventually make their way into the warehouse the traitors have been instructed to meet in.
Moments after Velia and Savin have entered the warehouse, the traitors begin to trickle in, arriving alone or in groups of two or three. . .
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Post by Brock Ferrum on Dec 26, 2017 7:21:45 GMT -8
Nodding slightly to the commander as she arrives Brock Silently watches the two discuss last minute details.He wasn't here as a planner, in this case he was just muscle, and he was content in that role on this particular mission, it kept him from having to talk too much about their task before they carried it out.Reaching into his belt pouch he pulls out some homemade nerf jerky and after offering some to Faina and the Commander begins chewing his own piece as he settles in to wait for the go order.His thoughts wonder for a moment to the time back when he was only 10 years old and finding this particular recipe in a forgotten section of the Jedi archives on Corellia. Ever since he had been making it, and always carried some on him to snack on during down times. The old memories bring a ghost of a smile to his face for a single moment before he is brought back to the here and now.He starts a few simple breathing exercises as he center himself for the coming conflict, waiting for the moment of truth.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2018 21:27:18 GMT -8
Sighting in on the first of the traitors to arrive after Velia and Savin have entered the warehouse where the meeting of the Imperial Knights who, unbeknownst to them, have been gathered so that their collective necks will all conveniently be on the proverbial chopping block, PFC Gulzar 83, a male Khommite, says into his helmet's internal comm so that Nicolina and the rest of her team for the op can hear, Got eyes on the first party guest.
CPL Katina Grahn, a female Lorrdian and Gulzar 83's partner Shadow Scout, says, Got 'em. Also have eyes on another pair heading for the warehouse from the east.
In the administrative building, Nicolina holds up a hand and shakes her head to decline the jerky that Ferrum offers, and after telling Gulzar 83 and Grahn to keep calling out the arrivals of the Imperial Knight traitors as they come in, tells Faina and Brock, Savin and Lelia have entered the warehouse, and the first of the traitors are heading in now. We're at three of the seventeen now. Shouldn't be much longer before they're all in.
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Post by Faina Delvardus on Jan 2, 2018 8:24:14 GMT -8
Taking a piece of the jerky Brock offers, Faina nods her thanks and then proceeds to silently pace around the room as she waits for the time to come to do what must be done. Acknowledging Commander Foresi's report that three of the seventeen Imperial Knights that have betrayed their oaths and will soon pay the ultimate price for doing so have arrived with a nod of her head, Faina continues to pace, focusing on the simple act of breathing in and out in order to clear and still her mind in preparation for what lays ahead. Her thoughts are only somewhat less troubled by the time she has finished the jerky, the fact that it will not be the first time that she has needed to pass sentence on other Imperial Knights of little comfort to Faina even though she knows the sentences passed then and now are just and deserved.
The pacing proving ineffective, Faina leans against a wall and, as Commander Foresi continues to report in the arrivals of the Imperial Knights, adds them up and waits for the tally to reach seventeen. When the number reaches thirteen Faina begins to unconsciously curl and unfurl the mechanical fingers of her left prosthetic hand compulsively, closing her eyes as she continues trying to quiet her mind. Moments later, the count reaching sixteen, Faina surmounts some inner obstacle and feels a familiar sense of calm envelope her mind; the temporal proximity of the impending battle triggering an almost instinctive adoption of the mental poise Faina has cultivated over her years of service, an inner stillness accompanied by a heightened awareness of both the physical realm and the more ephemeral but no less real one which the Force makes open to her.
"That is the last of them, Faina says, her blue-grey eyes opening after Commander Foresi has announced the arrival of the seventeenth traitor. Standing away from the wall she had been learning against, Faina reaches up to pull her hood over her head as she begins walking for the door, her stride resolved and un-hesitant as she adds in a weary yet determined tone, Let's get this over with," and then steps out into the pouring rain to make her way to where the traitors have been gathered.
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Post by Brock Ferrum on Jan 2, 2018 15:24:24 GMT -8
Brock can't but flinch as the commander kept counting up as the traitors began to arrive. Traitors, he had to keep rolling that word through his mind as he sat on the edge of a desk, waiting for the count to reach the magic number. They were traitors, and that was the end of it... no it wasn't the end, it was the beginning, but there was only one end there could be at this point. He had made his peace with that before arriving, but he still didn't like it. It went against almost every fiber of his being to sit here waiting to kill his comrades, people he had trusted and fought beside on countless occasions before. Duty held him fast though. Duty to his Emperor, to his oaths, and also to his friend. He would not let Faina take all responsibility for this bloodshed. It needed to be done and it would be done by his hand as much as anyone else's.
At the count of 13 he stood up from the desk and began stretching, moving his joints around to keep himself limber. It was going to be strenuous to say the least and there was no reason not to get his body prepared, even if there was no chance of fully quieting his mind. At a count of 16 he stops and pulls the saber from his belt and spends a moment to examine the weapon, simple yet elegant, a weapon identical to many that would get far too much use by everyone tonight. Pulling out one of the blades in his gauntlet he begins twirling it through the fingers on his left hand, and old habbit he had to keep his hands occupied just before they were put to killing.
He simply nods when Faina mentions getting this over with. The time had come, the dice were cast, and it was time to move. Returning the knife to it's proper place he pulls up the hood of his own cloak he follows Faina out toward the warehouse. They enter together to the south and just before they separate, he squeezes his friends shoulder and looks her in they eyes. Unable to summon a smile he settles for a calm expression that will hopefully explain his feelings, this isn't what they want to do, but it is what they have to do and he is behind her the whole way. After the momentary contact he breaks off and heads to the southeast corner, careful to move silently and stay behind the storage crates so that he would remain unseen. There he takes his saber off his belt and takes on last breath before looking across the way at Faina, waiting for her to make the first move.
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Post by Faina Delvardus on Jan 2, 2018 22:00:34 GMT -8
Meeting Brock's eyes when he squeezes her shoulder, Faina nods to convey that she both understands all he means to say with the simple gesture and shares the feelings she can sense within him and see in his eyes as she looks into them.
The walk through the rain seems at once to take an eternity and to end all too quickly, and then she and Brock are walking silently side by side through the rows upon rows of shelves of crates leading to the room where the traitors have gathered to plot against the man they all swore to protect with their very lives if necessary. Faina remembers little of the walk to the room where she, Brock, Velia and Savin will pass sentence on their fellow Imperial Knights, men and women whom some, if not all of those who will dispense justice, have fought and bled with at one time or another, the sound of angry and concerned voices growing ever louder as they near the room.
Faina had prepared a speech, a pronouncement of the traitor's guilt and the price they will pay for it, but is almost relieved when there is no need to deliver it. The traitors, turning when Velia's expression betrays her and Brock's presence, know why they have come, and react accordingly, The sound of chairs scraping back or being thrown aside to clatter on the floor is followed almost instantly by the unmistakable snap and hiss of many silver hued lightsabers igniting, and then the battle begins.
Eight of the traitors, forming up and attacking in the unique Praetoria Vonil form, fighting almost as a single mind that commands and orchestrates their movements, rush the front of the room where Savin and Velia, back to back with their lightsabers held aloft and at the ready, stand ready to meet them. Faina sees the veritable wave of bodies rush towards the duo, hears the initial keening and wailing of lightsabers clashing before her attention is demanded by the five traitorous Imperial Knights that have chosen to attack her as the remaining four traitors advance upon Brock. Violently battening aside the first lightsaber that is aimed towards her right shoulder, Faina steps back while swinging her left gauntlet up to temporarily disable another lightsaber, pivoting to dodge a third strike while arcing her right arm down on an inward diagonal that cuts one of the traitors she faces in half at the waist. Nimbly stepping backwards to avoid a slash for her neck, Faina intercepts another lightsaber that darts in for her side, giving herself in to the almost wholly instinctual driven state of mind that has enabled her to survive more battles than she can ever hope to remember, trusting her training and ability to carry her through the chaotic melee that rages in the room as the fray continues and intensifies . . .
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2018 15:06:03 GMT -8
Roger that, Nicolina says, pretty much to herself since she is pretty sure that neither Nikulin nor Ferrum are paying much attention to anything but mentally prepping themselves for taking on seventeen members of their order with only two other loyal Imperial Knights helping them out.
Lifting her free hand and signaling Mori and Solberg to move out, Nicolina adjusts the sling of her DLT-19 so she can carry the blaster rifle in a patrol ready position as she leads the way for where they will be covering the southeastern exit while Grahn and Gulzar 83 watch over the northeastern face of the building. Nicolina waves Mori and Solberg into their positions once they reach an area with clear lines of sight on the exit they are watching over, sending Mori to the right of the exit and Solberg to the left so that, with her own position directly facing the exit, they can hit anyone that tries to run in a cross fire that will increase their chances of taking the target down before they can get too far.
Since its Forcies they are dealing with, Nicolina comms Achari after she is in position and has her blaster rifle trained on the exit with her index finger resting outside the trigger guard, having the Kaleesh move his squad into positions behind her team and where Grahn and Gulzar 83 are set up in case either her team or the Shadow Scouts fail to stop any traitors that might be able to get past them one way or another. After she has given Achari his orders, Nicolina gets into as comfortable a position as she can behind the cover of a hovertruck and starts watching the door, listening for any comm chatter from her people or the Imperial Knights they are here to support.
Nicolina would have preferred to move on the traitors along with Ferrum and Nikulin, and doing so would certainly have evened the odds somewhat, but she can understand why the Imperial Knights might feel as though they should clean their own house alone, as foolish as it personally seems to her that they appear to be placing pride before sound tactics. Hopefully, Nicolina thinks as she watches the exit, none of the good guys end up hurt or worse because of their decision to go it alone where taking on the traitors is concerned.
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Post by Brock Ferrum on Jan 3, 2018 18:45:01 GMT -8
And so it begins.As the lines are drawn and lightsabers ignite Brock lets out one last breath, releasing all of the tension he had and focusing on the moment. His eyes snap into focus as four of the traitors look about to focus on him. Not paying too much attention to who they are he decides not to let them come to him, so he goes on the offensive. Lurching forward in a burst of force enhanced speed Brock is just a gold-white blur for a moment as he closes the distance to the nearest of the four. Grabbing the young man's wrist with his right hand as the lad tries to make an attack Brock moves his left arm into place and with a quick but powerful burst of force energy he launches one of the throwing blades in his left guantlet at nearly supersonic speeds through the young man's eye and out the back of his skull, bringing him to a quick but brutal end, blood and brain matter splattering on his companions and on Brock. Brock almost loses his focus as he recognizes the young man. Trinnik Caspian. despite the now missing eye and back of his skull his face retains most of it's form giving Brock a shudder and a memory he will never forget. He had barely known the young man, who had still been a trainee before Brock had taken on the extended mission to the other rim. So young, so much promise, destroyed in an instant.
He has no time to dwell on it however because his moment of recognition almost costs him his life.Barely ducking under the silver blade of another Oathbreaker Brock is once again consumed by the moment. Finally pulling his own blade off his belt and igniting it he sweeps up through the overextended arm, severing it cleanly through the forearm, somewhere that would usually have been protected by the woman's own gauntlet had the traitors arrived in armor.It was a bad idea to become too reliant on your armor and this woman was about to pay the ultimate price for that failure.With barely more than a flick of his wrist he reverses the motion of his silver blade and takes the head off of the dark haired Knight. As the head falls Brock feels another pang of guilt, this is another Knight he knows and the shocked expression on her severed head haunts him to his very core. Nira Ostia had been Knighted at nearly the same time as Brock and although they had never spent much time together they had some mutual friends... or maybe had had, who knows who else was already dead or dying in here.
Thankfully he doesn't have long to dwell on Nira's severed head as a flurry of blows rains down on him from a man he instantly recognizes both by face and fighting style. Raymund Ostia had been Nira's sister and his blows flew at Brock with a fury. A wordless snarl accompanies them as Brock barely manages to catch the aggressive Praetoria Vonil strikes with his own saber and turn them away. The force of his blows would tire them both out quickly and there was no way Brock could afford that, not with so many knights still standing. Using the man's grief against him Brock sidesteps blow after blow, avoiding them completely instead of blocking them, considering his strength and waiting for his moment. It didn't take long in coming. After sidestepping an overhead blow Brock suddenly lashes out with his booted foot, catching Raymund's wrist which makes a sickening crack as it goes limp and his blade falls to the floor. Without hesitation Brock pulls out the knife at his belt with his left hand and with a reverse grip and a twist swings the blade out, cutting deep into the other man's throat. A spray of blood explodes over Brock as his white and gold armor starts to look more red. Three knights dead, in mere seconds, brutal and efficient. Brock took no joy or pleasure in what he had just done, but he took solice in the fact that three threats in the room were now down and out of the fight.
Turning to the final member of the group that had split off to come after him he puts his silver saber up with his right hand in a defensive posture, leaving the long knife in a reverse grip in his left hand held back, presenting only his side to the man, adopting a fencer's stance. It was almost impressive to flow into that after the brutal brawl he had just been part of but Brock almost loses all composure or form when he recognizes the white haired man now standing before him. No.....He whispers to himself grasping for whatever shreds of composure he still had. Not him, why did it have to be him? Of course it would be him. His former teacher would of course have had strong feelings about this, but he hadn't let himself admit to the possibility that he would be found here, at least not until now.....
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Post by Faina Delvardus on Jan 3, 2018 22:47:28 GMT -8
Her four remaining opponents try to encircle her, but Faina instinctively orchestrates her dodging and weaving to avoid or counter their blows so that she ultimately prevents them from doing so by maneuvering so that her back is to the exit she has been tasked with protecting. There is no break in their struggle, no point at which Faina can consciously strategize or formulate a plan to increase her odds of surviving; there is only one moment, one step in the dance, and then the next and the next, each flowing together with the inevitability of a tide that grows ever faster and faster.
Even focused on watching the movements of her opponents to read their intentions and next movements, Faina cannot help seeing their faces as well, cannot keep herself from remembering their names and, in some instances, the calm moments she has shared with some of them or the moments they fought together on one battlefield or another. It is Rosina Livraghi that, stepping over the bisected body of Aubin Bastien, who was the first to fall to Faina's lighstaber, lunges to try and stab Faina in the right side; and Rosina who dies when Faina, hissing as she feels the heat in her side as the lightsaber shallowly grazes above her hip as she sidesteps to try and avoid it and, the smell of her own burning flesh in her nostrils, swings her own lighstaber up and out to the side to pierce Rosina's neck. Lowering her left shoulder, Faina ducks beneath the blow Duilo Mosca aims for her head, shoving him backwards to buy her a moment to pivot and block the lightsaber Kasia Bardet swings at her back. Their blades locked, hissing and spitting tiny sparks as Faina and Kasia, who once fought with Faina against seemingly insurmountable odds, laughing all the while, try to force the locked sabers towards one another. Suddenly stepping back and to the side, deactivating her lighstaber to end the lock, Faina grabs Kasia's wrist with her prosthetic left hand as she staggers forward, caught off guard by the swiftness of Faina's movements, and violently jerks Kasia's arm to the side so that her lightsaber buries itself deep in Metody Vasseur's sternum as he tries to move into position to take advantage of Faina's apparent disadvantage and focus on Kasia. Wrenching Kasia's wrist to the side and slamming it into the doorframe to try and knock the hilt from her grip, Faina swings her lightsaber hilt out and slams it, emitter first, into the side of Kasia's skull before igniting it once more. Letting Kasia's body fall to the floor, Faina jerks her head backwards in time to avoid the strike Duilo nearly lands, using the brief moment his lightsaber cuts deeper into the doorframe to launch her right hand out at the level of Duilo's neck, missing as he deftly moves out of its path in the nick of time.
Breathing heavily, sweat pouring down her face, Faina turns to watch as Duilo, choosing to flee rather than stand against her, bolts past her in a burst of Force assisted speed, and is running down the corridor towards the illusory promise of freedom and safety the exit presents. "One hostile is fleeing for the southern exit," Faina says into her comlink earpiece as she glances to where Brock is locked in battle with a lone traitor, knowing that Commander Foresi's team will now be ready to take Duilo out as he flees. Having seen that Savin is currently facing three of the traitors alone, with Velia nowhere to be seen, Faina determines that aiding Savin takes precedence over chasing after Duilo. Stepping over the bodies of the traitors that have paid for breaking their oaths, Faina ignores the pain in her side as she advances on the oathbreakers that are gradually backing Savin into a corner . . .
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Post by Brock Ferrum on Jan 4, 2018 16:16:02 GMT -8
Before Brock stands a man who despite watching the odds shift against him just radiated composure. The distinguished human male looked to be in his late middle years, white hair and beard trimmed to an almost obsessive neatness. His blue yes seemed to lock with Brock's for a moment as if there was something he wanted to say.Neither man speaks however. There was a lot to be said, but none of it needed said. Both man understood the reasons the other was there and discusing it would only delay the inevitable, neither would be swayed from their path. They had made their decisions and it was time to live with it.Brock shifts his stance, this was not a man who would fall to his saber and knife trickery, he would need all of his focus on his forms for this one. Dropping the knife from his left hand he shifts both hands to his saber, squaring off with the older man.The knife.... the same knife that had been his only tool for survival for all those months on that unnamed planet in the deep core. The only thing besides his lightsaber that had followed him though his career as an Imperial Knight after this man, Nohor Tersam, rescued him from that place. It's a good thing he had dropped it, there was no way he wanted to use that against the man.
And it began. Tersam launched forward closing the distance between the two and launching his saber into a series of expert Praetoria Vonil strikes. Brock naturally moved into Praetoria Ishu, defending against his blows. It took only a few strikes however for Brock to realize that this man had taught him almost everything he knew about the Imperial Knight saber forms and would outlast him in a straight on fight like this. Switching tactics Brock moved smoothly into Soresu, a jedi form he had spent much of his early life learning and a form Tersam was familiar with, but not an expert of. Tersam was a blademaster among the Knights and had faced opponents using almost every form known to force users but he was a grandmaster of both of the Imperial Knight forms and it was a mistake for Brock to even have tried to use it in the first place. With the shift in forms the contest, originally in the older man's favor, turned into an even fight. A classic case of unstoppable force meeting immovable object as Praetoria Vonil met Soresu, neither man truely giving any ground. Back and forth it went, blades clashing until it was clear that this wasn't working.
There wasn't time to think, much less plan, as Brock used every ounce of skill he had to keep his former mentors blade from striking him. He dodged and sidestepped, blocked and deflected, but strike after strike just kept coming. It felt like it could go on this way forever, but there wasn't time for that. If this went on too much longer there was too much of a chance for Brock to make a mistake that his mentor would capitalize on. So he did what any good warrior would do in his position, he cheated.Waiting for just the right strike Brock poised his saber to block an incoming strike with his saber, and at the last possible moment deactivated it and swept his left arm up, making contact with the other man's blade using his gauntlet, letting the Cortosis snap the other man's saber off. Stunned by the sudden change the older man is left defenseless as Brock reactivates his silver blade with a familiar sound and swings downward with all the force he had left, cutting his mentor fully through from left shoulder to right hip.
As the two pieces of the closest thing Brock had had to a father fall to the ground in front of him the Imperial Knight falls t his knees, soaking most of his lower half almost instantly in the blood of his already fallen opponents.NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!The word inside the shout is almost unrecognizable as the whole building begins to shake. Brock's pain and anguish over what he had just done manifesting itself, not just in his voice but boiling over into the force, making the whole building shake a bit. The shout was loud enough to be heard over the sounds of battle that still remained, and likely anyone immediately outside, while the pain radiating through the force would be felt by anyone sensitive to it for miles around.Today was not turning out to be a good day for Brock....
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2018 20:44:54 GMT -8
South exit, roger, Nicolina says after Nikulin informs her and her team that one of the traitors is trying to make a run for it, and then moves her index finger from outside of the trigger guard of her DLT-19 to curl it around the trigger while she sights in on the door. Mori and Solberg don't need to be told to get ready, both experienced vets that Nicolina trusts to know what to do when the oathbreaker steps out of the door.
Nicolina, Solberg and Mori all open fire as soon as the door opens and Duilo appears, Nicolina aiming for center mass from behind the cover of the hovertruck while Solberg aims for his head from beside the shipping container she has taken cover behind to the left of the exit, with Mori, from behind a dumpster to the right of the exit, concentrating her fire on Duilo's center mass. As fast and skilled as an Imperial Knight might be, Nicolina doesn't imagine that Duilo will be able to block blaster fire coming from three different directions, but before she has a chance to find out something happens inside the warehouse that causes it to quake almost like an explosion has gone off inside, drawing her attention briefly away from Duilo. Not a Force sensitive, Nicolina, who is distracted only for an instant and has already sighted in on where Duilo had been to check on whether he has survived the crossfire in case she needs to press her attack, does not feel the pain emanating from Ferrum, nor do any of her troops since none are Force sensitive, but she nonetheless knows that nothing good caused the building to shudder, only the fact that her first priority is to make sure that Duilo has been eliminated preventing her from checking in with Nikulin and Ferrum immediately to see if they need backup. . .
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