RPG: Star Wars KOTOR III: El-Druian Revenge

[Josun Tomoro]

Lirik finished the insurgents off quickly, as he had noticed another man take out the republic defenders. He could sense a dark aura about the man, and he could tell the battle would be interesting.

But he had no time for this. "hmph.. it would be interesting to face you. But I need to get some people to the hangers." he turned to the rest, then saw Achima being held by a sepretist. He finished him off with the wave of his hand the man fell to the ground, dead in seconds.


"if you wish to fight me at some time, following us may be a good ideal." With that, he turned, leading the group towards the Embassy. He kept his hands near his weapons though, ready just in case the man tried to still fight him.

[Hollow Ichigo]

Quincy drew his second Light sbaer, and began to deflect the blasts of a few Rishi siolder that were stand guard 20 meters from the Republic embassy. They were beginning to really make Quincy mad, and his anger soon clouded his judgement. Without thinking about it he fling himself into the air, and landed between the five men. He spun quickly, and cut one of the mens legs off. He then deflected the lasers of the others back at them, and struck down two others. He then cut one more down, and then continued on his onslot. it ended with him cutting the arms of two women who were also fighting. He didnt wan to but his anger was pushing him to new elements of power he knew nothing abot.

[M8RIXnut]

Malice scowled as the force sensitive so casually dismissed him.

Separatist forces rushed around the corner, firing blindly as they came. Blaster bolts peppered the area near the man of interest, and Malice charged, putting his body between them. He swept his blade wide, and several of the shots were absorbed, several more striking his armor. The impact caused him to stagger, losing his balance momentarily.

This also caused him to lose his patience.

He drew in a deep breath even as more blind shots rang out. With a massive gauntleted fist, he pounded the road, releasing his anger with it. Shockwaves erupted in a line toward the group of insurgents, sending debris and bodies in all directions. Malice stood up slowly, and regarded the small group behind him with a determined stare.

[Fionn Mac]

Corr had helped Corbin secure the embassy and move the injured to what accounted for safe locations. As apathetic as he was to getting involved Corr didn't hesitate in helping those who were injured, sure he was usually gruff and indifferent but that didn't make him inhuman.

"A dark Jedi?...A Sith amongst this chaos, I figured as much" Said Corr in disgust though more to himself than the two men near him. So this was infact an Onderon all over again, however he doubted there would be the heroic exiled Jedi to sweep in and save the day...oh how those in Iziz soon forgot the Onderonian forces who gave their lives, no they only remembered their savor the Exile.
"Don't mistake this Sith's assistance for some good will, I assure you it has its' own agenda"

Before Corr could say anything else his eyes suddenly shifted beyond the Commander where nothing out of the ordinary was visible but something wasn't right, his body dropping into an Echani stance.
Then with a quick movement of his leg Corr swept Corbin's legs causing him to fall to the ground where in the same motion Corr tapped on his personal shield and forced the Commander to the ground as blaster fire seemingly appeared where they would have been standing.

"What is believable is you have a war on your hands, pay attention"
Stated Corr as he got up from shielding the Commander and quickly bounded off towards the direction of the blaster fire.
It seemed as though a small group has broken through the outer line of defense and was trying to ambush those near the embassy's entrance.
Corr was now on the brink of being annoyed and as such the men who were about to "meet" him should have stayed from wherever they spawned from.
With his shield rippling from the blaster fire being absorbed Corr gracefully un-collapsed his staff and whistled it across the faces of 3 or so men in one swoop. He then ducked up and under two more men, forcing his staff into their chests where they instantly grabbed it only to find Corr's body twisting in the air, his legs striking them with a surprising force.

Taking his staff back from the now unconscious men Corr back pedaled towards the direction he had come from as he had given the defense soldiers enough time to re-seal the area off. This was nothing new he hadn't been surprised by the separatists tactics, this the early stages of civil war. How long would Rishi last? That depended entirely on the will and strength of these defense forces and whatever Republic assistance was sent.
He could subdue more of the insurgents, enter the fray to tip the scales but did he want to, he had been in war before there was no honor in this style of fighting...wanting was out of the question, whether he could avoid being caught up in these peoples affair was the only thing he needed to focus on.

[kat_star01]

Achima scoffed as she helped herself up and dusted herself off.

"Teh, showoff"

She walked along with everyone towards the embassy with a look of frustration on her face as she stared at her hand. Then, while no one was looking, she flicked her hand and tried to use the force.

"Agah!" She yelled, as the force caused a rock to come up and hit her in the face.

"Let's hurry up and get off this bloody planet!" she spat as she stomped along.

[Valkarma]

Vol sighed. He surveyed the battle with sharp eyes. It wasn’t really in his interest to know who was who but the battle was slowing. Battle was nothing more the scales that tipped from one side to another until one won. In the old days he and his group would be that extra push that tipped it towards another advantage. Now he wasn’t anything like that.
A familiar voice bellowed across the area and Vol recognised it for Lirik. Looks like they were moving on. Vol sighed. He was hoping to find the most battle worn areas and fight there but they were leaving. On command his vox com activated and he sent a call to Neka.
“Looks like we are moving. Meet up with me.” His words were still filled with a slight bitterness but he repressed it. It wasn’t he place anymore. He had to protect Neka.
As he walked down he left both hands on his swords hidden under his cloak. There were fighters still about and the sight of him seemed to worry them. One came over.
“Hey who are y...?” His words were cut short as Vol drew his sword and slashed his throat before sheathing it again. The movement was so quick it looked like nothing had happened and the mans’ throat had just burst open. The others rummaging about soon got scared but Vol kept his pace and did the same to each of them. He smiled that he hadn’t lost any skill in the years. One managed to avoid him and was now running away in fear clutching an only slightly cut throat. Vol laughed as he watched him.
“Good. Let the others know what happened. It will help break the moral. Make this easier then it is.”
Vol made his way back to Lirik and another easily. His cloak was dyed light with blood and he just smiled under his hood as he met Liriks’ gaze. His mechanical eyes whirled slightly and the though incapable of showing emotion a small glint of evil flashed across them. Vol was in his prime when in battle. His bulky form was quite impressive and could bring fear to ordinary fighters. Battle was always fun, it allowed him to be freer. His back shifted slightly but he stopped his tail. It was a trump card now. He’d keep it hidden until he needed it. His draw and sheath technique would do until he met someone more powerful.
“Now this is something I’m happy to be paid for.” He said roughly to Lirik.

[Luka Megurine]

Neka listened to the call from Vol. She looked at the phone for a minute then called him back. "Ok, Vol. Where are you anyways?" She asked. She wasn't mad at him anymore but all she could think about was training. She started walking around in the ship.

[Josun Tomoro]

Lirik and the group had made their way into the street that held the Republic Embassy, and the what a mess it was.

Rubble was everywhere, as were the dead who had fallen in battle. He noticed that on the street itself were only Sepretist forces, but beyond some of the breaks in the walls, he could see Republic forces firing back.

When he saw Vol appear next to him, he smiled. The perfect thing to help him in their goal.

"Vol, you and me are going to go and have some fun with some Sepretists. Sound like a good ideal?" When Vol laughed and nodded, Lirik raised his lightsabers and once again entered the fray, enjoying the dance of death his blades and his fighting style formed.

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Corbin watched as Corr came back, now sitting with the commander behind some rubble. The commander was now giving him a full update on the situation.

"Selan City has fallen to the seprestists, but besides that and the fighter base everything else still holds in the balance." Commander Rokes told him as Corr joined them. Corbin cursed. Selan City was the capital of Rishi. The very ideal that it had fallen first was unerving.

Suddenly, a soldier came rushing over to them, shouting "Commander!! I cant get off-planet communications operational! Were on our own!!"

Commander Rokes swore like a Trandoshan on spice, and when he calmed down, he turned to Corbin and Corr.

"I have an assignment for you two. Get to the hangers and get off the planet, head for Telos and inform the Republic of what has happened here. If you have to, steal one. It doesnt matter as long as word gets out to the Republic."

Corbin nodded, and saluted Rokes for what could possibly be the last time. After that, he broke from the cover and rushed over to one of the breaches in the wall. Whether Corr came or not didnt matter to him, he had a mission to succede.

As he was about to break cover, he heard a chourous of cheers, and watched as two men tore through the Sepretists ranks. One was a bulky figure with a robotic tail, the other looked like the Dark Jedi he had heard about, spinning a trail of death behind him as he struck enemies down and sent others flying.

"Im glad he's on our side." he said, raising his disruptors and opening fire, doing his best to clear a path through enemy so he could make it for the hangers.

[M8RIXnut]

Malice watched with keen interest as the battle continued to rage around him. There were several worthy opponents around him, but they all seemed too occupied with the battle at hand to offer any challenge. Malice took a deep breath and chose a side.

Swinging his blade in an entirely superfluous arc, he charged toward the separatist forces, legs bent, shoulders low. He body slammed a separatist into the swinging blade of what he assumed was a Jedi for the republic. He clutched another separatist by the throat with his left hand, and threw him into a completely flabbergasted soldier. After absorbing a few bolts to the chest, Malice stooped behind some rubble.

He waited as the blaster fire eventually subsided in his direction, the attention of the freedom fighters now on the two men who were literally shredding their lines. Seizing this opportunity, Malice let out a cacophonous roar and leapt once more into the enemy. Chaos was spreading in their hearts and minds, and he felt it spreading. In this element, he was king, and no man could stand against him.

Malice met chaos head-on, and lives were torn asunder.

[Luzifer]

Enoch followed the others avoided fighting, he wasn't getting paid to fight so he didn't much see the point in doing so. Why help someone without getting paid for it? Then they'd expect you to always work for free and then he wouldn't get the money he needed to live.

Such a bad economic model.

He sighed as he watched the others get all filled with bluster over their little battles, it was rather adorable really. But he cared not for such minor things. Instead, he walked around with a self-satisfied grin. Eventually, he got to a point where to soldiers were fighting, a republic and a separatist and their blaster fire was creating a danger zone in the middle of his path. Slipping out his pistol, he set it for stun and shot both. Their annoyance out of the way he could continue without having to needlessly kill or pick a side. Like he was going to choose! If he fought for one side, then if that side lost he might get killed by the other. It was just bad form to pick a side before the winner became apparent.

[Valkarma]

Vol just kept grinning and walked along side Lirik. The pair of them began slaughtering the sepretists. Lirik with his dance of death, corpses falling everywhere he moved and Vol with his calm walk slicing open all that challenged him. Vol just sniggered, he had almost forgetting how well he and Lirik worked together. The calm and the storm. Quite a balance. It was like that when he had worked with his last time. Anyone that fled or tried to avoid one of them would be pushed into the other and killed. It worked bvery well against such ill prepared troops. Vol hoped for something more deadly, but was content with what he had for the moment.

"Ok, Vol. Where are you anyways?"

Neka voice replied into his head set. Pausing his slaughter and taking a quick move into cover Vol replied calmly,
"Republic Embassy. Be quick. Your missing the fun friend." He then ducked and dived out of cover. His sudden movement from his normal slow way surprised the first sepretist and his head was disconnected from his body before he could realise it. It took only a few more moments for him to kill the others near that man. Then without interrupting he returned to near Lirik. His normal calm stance returned.
"So Lirik." He spoke between attacks, "I guess we are not just doing this for old times sake. What are we aiming for?"

[Josun Tomoro]

The rush of adrenaline would have effected others, and his stance may have seemed to be one of raging emotions, but it wasnt. A real Sith would have simply used the force to break through their forces, and only draw the blade if he or she was in the mood for some amusment.

But Liriks real emotion was one of indifference. The Sepretists were in his way, and seemed likely to win anyways. He could feel the flow and tide of the conflict on the rest of the planet, and it seemed to him it didnt matter if they intervened.

"The hangers are our goal Vol, but Im bored and these people are in the way. " he smirked as Vol calmly decapitated another foe he had sent flying his way. While sending a man's torso to one side and his legs another, he added, "It is good to be fighting with each other though. Too bad you werent with me when I had to deal with Kaan."

His sense's were so intuned to the battle, he almost missed the sepretist hiding amongst the rubble, who had him pinpointed in his sites.

There would be no chance to dodge, and Lirik knew the only way was to do something, well, interesting.

But he was stopped short when the sepretist fell dead in front of him, smoke from a disruptor bolt billowing from the back of his melting head.

"Need some cover fire?" a voice rang out, as a string of disruptor bolts erupted from one of the breaches in the wall, taking out an entire wave of sepretist reinforcements that had been about to aid the few remaining sepretists.

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Corbin had watched the battle carefully after taking out the nearby sepretists. A third man, who seemed to be completely immeresed in the heat of battle was slaughtering sepretists left and right while the duo worked increasingly well together, each one killing those the other missed, and singling out enemies at what seemed random.

Corbin however, noticed movement, and noticed a sepretist crouching in some of the rubble along the street. His rifle was raised and aimed a the Dark Jedi, ready to fire.

Corbin reacted instantly, two disruptor bolts placed instantly into the mans head. he smirked, shouting "Need some cover fire?" and he then truly entered the fray, unleashing a wave of fire at the approaching sepretist reinforcements.

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(for players info, no character death will occur on Rishi, though there is a slight chance of character death possible on Telos. All other planets are exempt from this limit, and any character could die)

[Luka Megurine]

Neka hearing the message put on her cloak and started running to the
Republic Embassy. She got out her light saber and gun. She start killing the Republic men around Vol and Lirik. "I guess I was missing some fun."

[Luzifer]

Enoch sighed growing rather weary of the needless violence and danger involved in following his "allies". Not that danger was a bad thing... but... it was taking to bloody long. In which case, the better part of valor was to just avoid all this and cut right to the end. That being the case, Enoch slipped away from the others, deciding to take a more careful, less... idiotic approach.

He moved into an alley and dashed away from the main body of fighting, using the alleys as a way to limit the chance of being found. He moved in completely silence and with great speed. Each time fighting crossed his path, he diverted his path to avoid it.

They were going to the hanger right? Well, let them fight there way there, if they lived he'd already be there... if not... he could go back and loot their visas and sell them back to the local crimelord.

[M8RIXnut]

Malice flinched when he heard the distinctive sound of disruptor blasts. He knew the sound from previous battles, and knew to avoid it. Cortosis could easily dissapate blaster bolts, but would crumble under just a few disrupter blasts.

Malice jumped, tucked, and rolled down an alley created by two blown out buildings. From this vantage point, he saw the source of the disruptor blasts. The man was doing an impressive job of desintegrating foes, taking shots with precision, using proper marksmanship techniques.

He crawled through the rubble and across what was left of the room to another hole the wall had to offer. Shouldering a rifle he had pilfered from a separatist corpse, Malice gave a curt nod to the disrupter man, and fired into the separatist forces.

[Valkarma]

"I guess so. I bet that would have been a fight to enjoy." Vol replied to Lirik. He slashed another sepretists' throat and sighed.
"I guess boredem really does kill eh?" He joked as he decapitated another man. He then turned to watch Neka running up. For some strange reason he was happy she was fine. He pushed it aside and called out to her,
"Hey Neka. Time to show us some of that speed of yours. Go ahead and get the ship ready for us. We are wanting to leave. I'm counting on you lightfoot. We are on a battlefield right now and just like in the old times your under my command here. Kill any who get in your way." He sniggered enjoying the feeling of power again. "This isn't going to take us long and I don't want to have to wait to take off. You got it? Now move like you got a reason to live." Vol almost was about to shout 'because we are the crystal blades'. It was the name of his old mercinary band. He felt very nosalgic. It was a hell of a day. Instead he just smiled at Neka and turned back to face the remaining sepretists.
The covering fire he and Lirik recieved was welcomed but he didn't say so. So he just drew both blades and let them glint in the light for a moment. His cuts had been so clean that blood had no time to gather on them.
He could tell that without renforcement these sepretists were going to break. They just couldn't deal with being beaten by only a handful of men. Their moral was proberly at breaking point. Vol just smiled cruely.
"Lets finish this quick Lirik. they aint worth it."

[Fionn Mac]

Corr had listened to the Commander's "orders" and even though he had no control over him, he almost felt compelled to act without question. Corr eyed the Commander almost quizzically as he was basically accepting his inevitable death on the planet. In a way this Rokes was not unlike those officers back on Onderon, not being concerned with what it took to get things done only that they we would be.
"Good luck Commander" Said Corr as he gave him a slight nod, somewhat surprising himself by his comment. Luck wouldn't save the man but his honorable defense of the planet did in fact warrant him a sign of respect.
With that Corr hastily ran off after Corbin who had made good time towards the hangars.

As Corr reached the area near the hangars he came upon Corbin and what seemed to be a small group of people, too oddly put together to be just a coincidental meeting of diverse individuals. On a more focused glance Corr noticed that one of them was seemingly the "Dark Jedi" and what were most likely what ever gaggle of outsiders he had ensnared into his service.
However one stood out, yes even at a distance Corr noticed the armor clad Mandalorian with a rifle shouldered, his heavy and aggressive stance easily giving him away. A lifetime wouldn't be long enough to list the distaste the Echani had for the Mandalorians.

Doing his best to focus on getting to a ship, avoiding the urge to dispose of the Mandalorian, Corr continued sprinting and pulled his vibroknife from his boot and whistled it past the Dark Jedi and his mechanized counter part...the knife finding its destination in the chest of a separatist.
He then continued on past the two men as wanted nothing to do with their reason for being there, opting to meet another small force of separatists head on in stead.

Corkscrewing his body as he dove forward, Corr did his best to dispose of the men with a fluid combination of staff and hand to hand strikes, all the while being mindful of Corbin's cover fire. If there was a ship useful in the hangar he hoped it would be still intact as this was far from a simple rebellion going one it seemed too calculated. But if there was something still flyable Corr was confident he could get it airborne, as for as many flaws as the Republic had it was the side he was bound too and officials needed to know of the situation...this separatist uprising needed to be extinguished before it could reach other planets, most importantly to Corr Onderon.

[M8RIXnut]

The enemy in the area dispatched, Malice broke cover and followed the Echani to what Malice assumed would be some location of importance. He stole a quick glance back at death dealers behind him, and felt his heart flutter in excitement for the chaos within them. These men were worthy adversaries indeed, and he would have his fun with them. Later.

For now he continued down the road, keeping his weapon at the alert carry. Instinct and intuition bade him stay with this group, and they had seemed to accept him unquestioningly. Malice accepted this fact in a likewise fashion.

[Hollow Ichigo]

With a sweep of his twin lightsabers, Quincy began to cut thought a large blockage made of high density metal, and some unknown alloy he knew nothing about. It took his black sabers less then 6 seconds to cut through the matter, and soon he was on the other side cutting down anyone in his way. The Separatist seemed to be in control of the battle as of now but the Republic was never one to back down unless need be or told so by the Jedi. Nevertheless, they seemed to be putting up a good fight.

A few minutes later Quincy came flipping over a half destroyed building, and landing only 5 or 6 meters away from Lirik. He rushed a Separatist lap dog, and cut him down before using his superior agility to duck, roll, and finally flip between three more. He manipulated them into firing on one another, and disinganged his sabers.

"And now what? Do we take a ship by force or do you just want to wait for them to all be gone?" Quincy could hear the flare of a few ships engines. Most likely a few Republic fools going to report their defeat. However, it would be to late, and hopefully they would be gone before the Republic rained destruction down upon them from above.

[Josun Tomoro]

Lirik smiled at Vol, as well as the newcomers. He felt that the force had drawn them all here, but it wasnt time to worry about that. For now, the path was clear of sepretists.

Unfortnately, the area was now being filled by a different enemey: Several captured Republic fighters began to wreck havoc on the few ships going airborne, and shot up the rest that they could see. They also dropped several bombs onto the embassy, which quickly began to collapse onto it.

"Quickly!! We must get to the hanger before any more ships get blown sky high!" Quickly, both those he had found previously, and the newcomers who had aided in the battle, rushed to the hangers, encountering only light resistance along the way.

When they reached the hangers, they saw a dismayed Neka and an indifferent Enoch watch several ships burn. But something told Lirik there was still a ship left.

"Follow me!!" a voice shouted, and they turned as one to see someone that many in the galaxy knew.

"Well well...." Lirik smirked as he looked at the masked form of Jedi Master Revan. "I didnt know you were in the area..."

Revan merely nodded, not remebering the Dark Jedi in front of him. It didnt matter though, as Xeron was with him. "Thank you for helping Xeron, now, quickly, follow me to the Ebon Hawk!"

[M8RIXnut]

Once again, Malice only marveled at his luck. The hero of the Mandalorian wars stood before him, and more than that, he was inviting everyone to join him on his ship. Malice felt his destiny was with these people, whether by the force or by blind luck. Malice chewed his choices over carefully, and waited for others to react.

[kat_star01]

Achima decided to follow Enoch's example and go through the alley ways. She had lived in Rishi for quite sometime so she knew the back streets pretty well. But, unlike Enoch who moved like a ninja in the night, Achima wasn't so graceful. Infact, she was quite noisy and was clumsy enough to tip over a few trashcans. Luckily she didn't run into any attackers, But she was certainly loud enough to get someone's attention. She eventually made it to the hangars where she saw Ravan motion everyone to follow her.

"Ugh, finally. Time to get the hell out of here."

[Hollow Ichigo]

Qunicy was more then happy to leave this place. He ran along side the others, and came into the hanger with a crooked grin on his face. Then Lirik spoke a name Quincy had only heard rumors of. "Jedi Master Revan." Quincy quickly slipped his hood back over his head, and looked to the ships. Now all they had to do was wait. However things ever went as planned, and the sound of a blaster echoed across the hanger as Quincy fell to the ground. A directly hit from a blaster spuare in his left calf. Quincy cursed loudly, and pulled out his Battle rifle. Shotting the shoter, and laying on the ground helpless. "Son of a.........AHHHHHH" Quincy groaned as he slowly stood to his feet. Using a broken down pipe as a walk stick toward the ship. He wasn;t going to die on this sorry excuse of a planet.

[kat_star01]

As Achima was running to the Hanger she noticed Quincy get shot in the Leg. She then immediately ran over to his aid.

"Oh my gosh! Are you alright?"

[Luka Megurine]

Neka ran back to the ship and went into the controls. "This is your temporary captain speaking we are going to take off after I pick up some people." Neka started the ship and went to were Jedi Master Revan, Lirik, and Vol were. She opened the hanger door. She said on the intercom get in and waited for them to board.