Arkans ship would groan as he would rush through the atmosphere of endor upon hearing the news of the gathering of a large group of boat wolves preparing to stampede a small settlement. The group was abnormally large for the average stampede and arkan was sent to observe the group and find the cause of the problem. As he would near he could see the group of about 100 - 150 boar wolves enough to over run a small army of imperial soldiers. Pulling around he could see two gorax"s a semi sentient being of long humanoid creatures. It seemed they have been growing smarter much quicker recently and they had a plan to destroy the settlement.
Increasing thrust he had to reach the settlement and begin fortifications. Taking to the village he was there in a quick minute. The villagers had already began building with the supplies they had with two gun emplacements they wouldn't hold long. After he would land he would flip on his radio to a Jedi station signaling for help along with certain rebel stations. Coming out he would begin helping, putting sandbags along the tree lines the group was going to charge soon and they had to be ready.
Post by Asenath Parnell on Jun 11, 2018 7:06:32 GMT -5
Once a symbol of the rebellion’s efforts, Endor enjoyed feasts and celebrations no longer. Fearing retribution, the forested world trembled in the new empire’s clutches. Its inhabitants had every reason to be afraid, for even though barbaric by the galaxy’s standards, a force far more brutish set foot on the planet, arriving in one of the big metal birds that could not be struck down by spears and bows.
Asenath Parnell did not believe in the Galactic Empire’s defeat at the little furry Ewok hands. Those little beasts armed with sticks and stones could not have possibly won against walkers and modern blaster rifles. Her anger had reached boiling point every time she overheard stories that belittled the second Death Star’s destruction. If the rebellion wished to rub salt into the Empire’s wound though, she would make it her personal goal to skin as many of those little rascals as it took to sew a large enough cloak and wear it as a wordless response to the rebellion’s propaganda. The young inquisitor had no doubt any and all fairy tales about the primitive savages crushing the Empire’s finest would turn into hushed whispers at the sight of savagery far greater than anything a rational mind could comprehend.
A taste of things to come – the disciple’s callous mind had already weaved a fitting future for the planet and its inhabitants.
Alas, her vision had to wait for a while longer. Another legend drew Endor as Darth Vader’s final resting place. Tasked with recovering Vader’s remains in order for the empire to salvage the fallen Sith lord’s legacy, Asenath had travelled to Endor. Embarking on such a dangerous journey would have been utter foolishness, and thus a platoon of stormtroopers had been placed under her command. After establishing and securing their presence in one of the old outposts abandoned by the old empire, the flaxen haired teenager set out to scour the closest surroundings.
With the ever-present flow of the Force on her side and the thermal optics mounted on her rifle, unveiling several pairs of little beady eyes that spied on her posed no trouble. The native Ewoks did not attack Asenath – possibly because the Inquisitor uniform she sported presented a big unknown to them – and thus she was the first fire a shot, felling one Ewok after another without hesitation. Arrows and spears flung in her direction changed trajectory mid-air with a simple gesture of her hand, harmlessly sinking into trees and earth instead of finding their target in the vicious killer.
The simplicity of it all tugged the corners of her mouth upwards in a satisfied smile. Just as she had thought – the rebellion’s story was nothing more than a fairy tale.
Drawing a knife, she approached the nearest creature that laid sprawled across the moist floor like a miserable pile of fur and got to work.
With an X-45 sporting sniper rifle firmly nestled in her hands, levelled at the ground for the time being, she cautiously stalked the forests, each step planted softly and with deliberate care. Shadows cast by the towering trees disguised her advance further. Sticky streams of scarlet dripped down the young woman’s left leg, but she wasn’t injured – the red substance originated from within a small number of fur-covered items hung on her belt; crudely flayed pelts, a silent testament of the bloody horrors she had left behind. In case the legends of Vader’s funeral turned false, at least she’d get a nice cloak.
There was no chance the wolves were coming too fast, they would overrun the small defenses in seconds he had to buy the people enough time to fall back to a week village. Taking to his E-9 explorer that showed obvious markings of a Jedi order symbol on one side and a rebel symbol on the other. He would begin firing at the first wave of boar wolves with his laser turret on the top of his ship. Along with the one on the bottom the beasts being felled it was only an attack meant to weaken the defenses enough for them to bring in the major group. Taking to the sky the group of settlers would begin moving upon speeders and small transport vehicles. Coming out from the back of the ship was gem, arkan"s pet and best friend. Sitting on his lap as he would continue maneuvering blasting away boar wolves as they would attack. As he would near he could sense the dark aura, it wasn't an animal it was too strong. As the settlers would arrive at the ewok village. They would begin to set up defenses, the ewok stationing in the tree's and the settlers stationed among the bridges connecting the large tree homes together. The small force had maybe 5 people with blasters and 2 turret emplacements they could hold off while arkan could investigate the dark aura.
Landing on a large empty platform he would open up his back hatch turning on his hover bike in the back of his ship. Taking slowly down the bridges he would get maybe 50 feet from the ground as he would fly from the low hanging platform. Taking at high speeds he couldn't pinpoint the large energy but he could see the path of destruction. The remains of a some poorly skinned ewoks gripping his saber now he was ready for anything following behind the energy he was careful and was nearing the young woman.
Post by Jihta Heidjr’Oshan on Jun 11, 2018 23:07:20 GMT -5
Senior Inquisitor Parnell was not the only member of the Inquisition who had been sent to Endor this day, though the reasons were different. Nominally Jihta was to assist the taller woman if needed, but the short alien had been given command of a group of Imperial engineers and sent to determine if any valuable pieces of the second Death Star had survived falling to the moon's surface. The number of kyber crystals and advanced equipment in a death start could prove invaluable as the Empire continued to build its war machine.
Standing in front of a particularly large hunk of burnt metal Jihta leaned in and sniffed it. "No good," she grunted before turning away. The three engineers near her glanced at each other wondering about her unusual method of testing. They were smart enough to not say anything though.
As they moved through the trees listening to the distant sound of blaster fire Jihta came short as a lone Ewok appeared in front of her. It was about the same height as Jihta, though its fur and hood made it appear slightly taller than her. Noticing this the Inquisitor snarled revealing her shark-like teeth. "You make fun of Jihta?" she asked angrily despite the Ewok not having had a chance to react. With a swipe of her arm and the snap-hiss of a lightsaber activating she cut the creature in half before it could raise its weapon to the foreign threat.
"No one make fun of Jihta." Stepping over the body, Jihta put the saber back away. The engineers were slower and moved around the body rather than over it, as if afraid it might jump up and grab them.
Post by Asenath Parnell on Jun 12, 2018 11:03:32 GMT -5
The characteristic screech of a hover bike startled Asenath, breaking her focus. Knowing it could not have been one of her men, a dark frown carved into her features, even though her fiery gaze remained focused and steady. Given the reluctance to admit Ewoks would be able to use speeder bikes, she was forced to assume an unknown force to be at work. Her heartbeat increased and she felt a dose of adrenaline rushing through her veins, realizing the sound to grow louder. There was no doubt about it - the speeder headed her way. Drawing deep breath, mentally readying herself, the Emperor’s trusted agent tightened her grip on the rifle’s metal frame and perked up her ears. Instead of using the Force, she let her acoustic senses figure everything out – the speeder’s rough position and speed. Pivoting on the soles of her boots, the fair-haired killer spun around, her weapon’s barrel trained at the incoming speeder. Its shape flicked among the trees at great speed, making it quite impossible to get a clear shot, but the rifle’s sights followed the speeder’s trail nonetheless.
And yet it continued approaching at terrifying speed.
With the Force and well-honed instincts working in perfect unison, she visually confirmed the lack of white plastoid armour and squeezed off a blind shot before quickly dashing behind the nearest tree trunk and finding suitable cover. Bugs and beetles scurried away in terror as Asenath pressed her back against the solid wood and let go of the unwieldy rifle, unholstering her DH-17 instead. One flick of the thumb and the pistol’s rate of fire jumped from semi-auto to fully automatic; a dangerous and unstable setting, but particularly devastating when wielded by one of the Emperor’s Hands.
"Identify yourself!" Her firm, uncompromising order echoed through the forest.
Arkan would leap behind a tree hearing the sound of blaster fire it would collide with the tree he was hiding behind his saber now completely out all that was needed was to press the button and ignite it. He knew right away that who ever fired the blaster was the one behind the dark energy.
"my name is arkan wren, I'm a resident of a nearby settlement and we need some help, over at a nearby village some settlers and ewoks are being attacked by a sizeable group of boar wolves"
Arkan was taught to make friends before you make enemies. Letting his energy flow throughout him he was loosening up, readying for an attack he knew who ever was behind that energy wouldn't like him.
Post by Asenath Parnell on Jun 13, 2018 16:48:32 GMT -5
Not the sort of answer she had expected. Not in the slightest. That said, she took Arkan’s words with a grain of salt. After all, bumping into someone in the middle of nowhere seemed too implausible to be a coincidence, even if that someone claimed to be a local. On the other hand, he might have seen the ship and gone to investigate – as of right now, it made little difference to the Inquisitor. Judging by the voice, the individual was of young age, which also established the level of threat Asenath could expect from him. Being an accomplished hunter of Force sensitives, a Jedi killer who had stolen several holocrons from the Sith, the dark warrior did not worry, dismissing the young man as some tribal. She had fought battle hardened veterans and lived to tell the tale; surviving such experience had a way of making one cocky and overconfident.
But encoutering someone who claimed to be a local did not necessarily spell a fight. If the local proved useful, it would help the Inquisitor's mission immensely. Allowing her flexed muscles to relax, the blonde peeked from behind her cover, keeping the blaster trained at the tree that shielded Arkan from harm, ready to point it at either side of the tree with lightning speed. Both knew each other’s position and she wanted to get the upper hand, ensure the potential confrontation went her way.
“Then by the authority of the Emperor, you are to step out in the open immediately, unarmed and with your hands above your head. Furthermore, if you have any knowledge concerning the location of Darth Vader's grave, you are to assist me in recovering his remains.” She declared firmly, her voice showing nothing but confidence and decisiveness.
It was a long shot, but the Inquisitor lacked any solid leads and would take any sort of intel she could get.
Arkan would attach his saber back on his belt concealing it under his robe. He would do as the woman commanded, he came for peace not a fight. His hands behind his head he would turn the remains of Vader he has heard rumors of there location but he did not intend on giving her any information.
"I might be able to lead in close vicinity of the grave site, but I do not know the exact location. You would have to talk with an ewok or villager inside one of the villages."
He would begin to relax letting energy flow through his body preparing him self to be attacked or to attack. Using the force he would wrap energy around the trigger of the blaster in order to buy him some time if she got any ideas. He was memorising what she looked like analyzing for any physical weaknesses any was waiting for any twitch or signal that she was going to attack.
Post by Asenath Parnell on Jun 16, 2018 7:31:33 GMT -5
A condescending sneer plastered on her face greeted the young man as he abandoned the wooden cover’s safety. While he stared down the barrel of her blaster, Asenath scrutinized his appearance. No visible weapons, clothes matching his settler story, hands behind his head as ordered. Asenath wondered why any human would ever choose to live on Endor, but ultimately had little reason to inquire further into the tale, even if she suspected the knowledge of Darth Vader’s grave he claimed to possess was a poorly baked lie meant to stall for time.
Walking straight into an ambush set by the native furry beasts wasn’t in her plan though, and thus she focused on her inner fire, using it to enslave the Force. A single thought proved enough to nudge the mysterious currents of the Force and prompt them to influence the world around with unseen tendrils. Shackled by anger and rage, the Force sheepishly obeyed its master’s command and activated the comlink on her left wrist. Without delay, a coarse voice reported on the other side, demonstrating that perfectly formal and emotionless tone often heard among soldiers.
“Yes, ma’am?”
She lifted the device to her lips, eyes never leaving the prisoner. Like a silent threat hanging in the air, the blaster’s barrel remained trained on the young man’s chest, warning against any funny business.
“Commander, I’m sending my coordinates. We have a new lead. Gather your men and meet me there.”
With a beep, the comlink fell silent. Leaves softly rustled in the wind, but Asenath never allowed her attention to shift from the prisoner, smart enough to keep her distance.
“Why are you here, of all places?” questioned the Inquisitor, “There’s nothing but trees. Nothing to help your village. It’s awfully dangerous to wander the wilds, alone and without a weapon.”
Arkan would watch, it would seem she was an inquisitor. He needed to think of something fast before the troopers got here. Still holding the trigger to prevent it from being pulled he would now slowly flick the safety. Slowly and quietly, after that he would reach into his robe quickly leaping back as he did so he would enter his force affinity stance but also mixing it with an Ataru stance. He was careful using every one of his senses he would know if anyone was coming. Now flicking on his saber the bright yellow Blade would eminate bright light. He would stand watching listening but his eyes were trained on the inquisitor. "plot twist" he would smirk as he would await her next action.
Post by Asenath Parnell on Jun 16, 2018 19:24:21 GMT -5
With the weapon’s sights trained at the prisoner, it was impossible not to see the safety switch sliding to another position on its own as it happened right in front of her very eyes. At first she simply blinked, but upon confirming that it did, indeed, move, Asenath’s thumb promptly flicked the safety off again, her index finger dangerously close to stroking the trigger too hard. Infuriated upon realizing she was about to face another Jedi, Asenath’s perplexed expression turned into a dark, menacing scowl. As the superheated blade of yellow brilliance burst to life with the characteristic snap-hiss, all her suspicious had been confirmed – she would be getting a lightsaber today. Excitement tickled her insides and made her blood boil for her dream was about to come true. High on adrenaline, listening to the whispers of bloodlust, she set both eyes on the main prize, knowing she'd pry it from the man's cold, dead hands. Fame and glory awaited, alongside the prestige that came with slaying Force users. Nobody would doubt her prowess after this.
One, two.
Two steps back to increase the distance between them, just a little bit of extra wriggle room, ready to bolt back to cover.
Curling her lip, she called upon the power of hatred to cocoon her in its protective shield, shattering any and all influence he might have had over her and her weaponry. No more games – without any hesitation or regret, Asenath Parnell pulled the trigger, unleashing a fully automatic inferno upon the Jedi, spitting out an overwhelming flurry of crimson red blaster bolts. That alone had a solid chance of ending the fight before it even started, but the Inquisitor aimed to increase the odds further. Anything to seize the desired trophy. With lightning speed, in a well-practiced motion that suggested she had done this hundreds of times before, the fair-haired teenager’s free hand reached down, all fingers outstretched, sending a telekinetic summon to the metre-long force pike strapped to her back. Ever the trusty tool, the silver shaft obeyed, hopping into her hand and awaiting its chance in her grasp. It would come in handy soon enough – her thumb merely ensured the setting to be on maximum power output, making the weapon a particularly nasty viper to encounter.
Arkan would watch seeing she noticed he flicked the safety, leaping backwards as the blaster would release the stream of bolts he would leap using the force to send him upwards. Taking to the canopy above now he would begin leaping from tree to tree cutting of the limbs of trees flinging them at the inquisitor. She was obviously more skilled than him, and she had a pike so he had to be either really far or really close. This didn't spell good for arkan and if he was going to survive this encounter he needs to play it safe. Watching now observing her movement he would begin to enter a state of controlled chaos letting the force flow through his body and his mind, he was in the state of war mind. His mind was sharpened and his reflexes were faster than a cats, he was ready for a fight.
Post by Asenath Parnell on Jun 17, 2018 18:27:25 GMT -5
The Jedi’s agility and the Force propelled him high into the rich, lush crowns of Endor. A feral grunt tore from her throat and her face distorted with rage; Asenath could not suffer Jedi cowards always running away instead of putting up a fight. She knew bringing him back down was imperative and fully intended to do just that, well aware of how to fight those who relished in acrobatics. A hail of blaster fire followed the Jedi all the way up, burning holes and scorched marks across ages-old tree trunks until the weapon’s deadly barks went silent. Both fiery orbs narrowed, watching the man intently. Hums of energy and loud hisses accompanied the lightsaber’s work as it amputated one tree after another. Without giving it a second thought, she let go of her gun, sacrificing the blaster for a far deadlier weapon – the Force, twisted and poisoned by the dark side. Asenath’s particular forte lied in telekinesis and its nearly limitless applications, and thus had decided to demonstrate her abilities rather than dodge and avoid the incoming projectile-like pieces of wood altogether. As if losing all momentum, many branches hurled her way stopped in their tracks, limply falling down like lifeless bodies and crushing foliage and thickets underneath. Other boughs merely received a soft nudge to the side, enough to change their trajectory and whoosh past the Emperor’s agent without ever touching her.
Tossing the pike into her dominant hand, she reached out with her left, wielding anger like a weapon and utilizing it to bend the world around to her image. Her mind against his own, light against darkness. The infinite fury buried within, the need to succeed, the sheer desire to claim a lightsaber, the necessity to present the Emperor with Darth Vader’s remains – it all poured into a single kettle and turned the Inquisitor into a bloodthirsty beast with little self control, one focused solely on crushing the Jedi underfoot and claiming his weapon. Several rogue beads of sweat appeared on the flaxen-haired girl’s forehead, a testimony to her strength of will. A simple snap of her fingers combined with malicious commands was all that had to be done; a telekinetic halt to stop the man mid-air between jumps and letting gravity do the work.
Post by Jihta Heidjr’Oshan on Jun 17, 2018 19:16:43 GMT -5
Jihta wandered through the forest until she came across the scene of an unknown human and her fellow inquisitor fighting. White eyes followed with clinical scrutiny the combat between them. Not that is particularly mattered to her if the forest was burned down. In fact, she probably would have done it already to speed up the search, but the heat might further damage any useful salvage.
"Seem fine," she grunted before turning away from the fight. Clearly, she had decided that the taller inquisitor could handle the fight and save Jihta from dirtying her own hands. Besides, she was an engineer, not a fighter. Best to leave the fighting to the less intelligent species. Hands clasped behind her back, Jihta started to walk back into the trees to continue her search and leave the two humans to try and kill each other.
Arkan would begin to watch as his attacks failed, taking a minute to realise as he would leap from tree to tree he would realise there was little chance he could win the fight. But as he would begin to leap he could feel a familiar grasp it was that of the dark side. But this time it was holding him in midair destroying any momentum he had to get to the other tree. Then he would begin dropping, at this height the fall would be fatal not fatal enough to kill but the inquisitor would finish him off. Taking into the force once more he would call upon his energy to create a large wind to slow his decent to he can leap on a branch or find something to break his fall. And doing so he would push himself towards a large branch, grabbing on he would pull himself up. Now he would begin to take off he had no intentions to finish this fight, maybe save it for later but he doesn't have the strength or skill to finish it now. Taking of through the tree he would slowly ascend up into the canopy were it would hopefully conceal him enough.
Post by Asenath Parnell on Jun 18, 2018 8:50:11 GMT -5
Scurrying away, far above the ground and into the expansive tree canopies, the Jedi disappeared from Asenath’s vision. Gasping, the Inquisitor frantically spun and turned, searching for the hated enemy, finding nothing but leaves dancing in the wind and croaking branches. Still trembling from uncontrollable anger boiling within, the dark warrior unleashed an uncontrollable burst of fury by mentally seizing a few boughs far above and shattering them, achieving no other result than getting a shower of splinters and leaves. The Jedi's speeder became the next unfortunate victim of her tantrum. Unable to calm down, feeling her anger grow ever stronger, she crossed her arms, shut her eyes closed and silently fumed in endless frustration, intent on memorizing this moment to preserve the power of hatred for later.
It wasn’t until she heard a rustle from nearby vegetation that her fiery sight fluttered open again, spying the soldiers she had contacted earlier. The white armoured platoon approached, gathered about the enigmatic figure draped in midnight black clothes. Considering their next steps, Asenath slammed her pike into the ground and leaned against its support, her gloved fingers tapping along the shaft.
“Gentlemen, we have a Jedi situation on our hands.” The Inquisitor finally revealed and let the words sink in.
None made a comment, but there was a sudden spike of trepidation in the Force. It was to be expected. They had not been trained to handle Force users like the infamous deathtroopers or specialized stormtrooper units. Drinking from their anxiety was like sipping wine to the dark side user, soothing her rage for a moment. Pivoting on her heel brought Asenath around, sickly yellow gaze travelling over each and every man, addressing their courage and inner strength to face the enemy.
“A nearby village is guilty of housing rebels forces, Jedi even. Such actions directly undermine the Empire’s tireless efforts at peace and order and represent treason of the highest order. The only sentence for treason is death. Such is the Emperor’s will and his will shall be done.”
The pike returned to her back.
“The villagers are also said to be in possession of valuable information, making the capture of their elder a priority.”
A telekinetic pull called the discarded gun back to her hand. It swiftly found its lair back in the Inquisitor’s holster. The same happened with her rifle so carelessly tossed away as the fight unfolded.
“Rebels claim Endor is where the Empire suffered its most devastating and incredibly deplorable defeat.”
“We will prove them wrong.”
Her wolfish smile came back, tugging at the corners of her mouth.
“The duty of a soldier is to be willing to do the unthinkable. However, if anyone here feels squeamish about shooting Ewoks, they are free to leave and I won’t hold it against them.” She declared with voice dripping with sarcasm, eliciting several chuckles from among the stormtroopers.
None took her on the offer though, even though the slightest pangs of hesitation could be felt in the Force.
The fair-head turned to the soldier with the distinctive shoulder pad.
“Commander. Get in contact with the shuttle’s pilot, have him request a TIE squadron under my authority. The fighters will attack the place and target their defences as we use the covering fire to get closer from the south. You will take half the men and approach the village from the north. Once the TIEs are done, both our groups will storm the premises.”
Filling her lungs with fresh air that would soon carry the scent of burnt flesh, she gave one last command.
Arkan would begin heading to the ewok village, fearing for the lives of tiny creatures. And the settlers there, putting his saber back inside of his robe he would move with force assisted speed. A slight twinge of anger could be sensed in arkan, but he was pushing it back. He knew the dangers of anger to a force user, arriving at the village it would seem they held of fairly well from the attack. Taking to his ship he would begin to power up the turrets, then stepping out he would begin to yell around "The empire is coming, the empire is coming".
Arkan would begin ordering the settlers to posts positioning them on each side of the settlement there were about 12-18 poorly armed settlers on each side carrying an assortment of well worn blasters. Then the ewoks resided in the tree's hiding up above in the canopy some with bows and spears and one or two with a small blaster. They moved quick not questioning arkan, they knew the empire was good at holding grudges. And they were ready to fight back, arkan was the only one with a ship so naturally he was ready to take to the skies and destroy some imperials.
Post by Asenath Parnell on Jun 18, 2018 12:01:28 GMT -5
Trees, stumps, and incredibly tall blades of grass offered a generous amount of cover. Like snakes, the soldiers slithered over the ground, taking positions behind anything that promised protection and also permitted clear sight of the village. Eighteen barrels pointed at the village, picking their future targets, nineteen on the other side did the same. There would be no room for mistakes once the fighting started, and thus everyone ensured to have found the right spot to entrench themselves in, knowing the enemies had done the same. Although anxious, most did not fear the defenders – it was the Jedi they detested, aware one lightsaber could turn the tide of the upcoming battle. Still, the Imperials had their own Force user, a Jedi hunter raised to hound and kill beings trained in the arts of the Force.
Flattened against a rock and observing the enemy encampment through a borrowed pair of binoculars, Asenath numbered at least six threats alongside the main walls – and many more above, sheltered in tree houses. She counted on the TIE fighters sowing a bit of chaos among the rebel ranks, otherwise the upcoming skirmish promised to be a slow, careful operation. Then again, she could not properly compare a group of ragtag settlers with trained soldiers. The turrets posed a great deal of danger if anyone were caught out in the open, and thus she tapped on the team’s sniper’s shoulder and motioned for him to take aim at the source of her worries. Similarly, the Inquisitor pinpointed a tall man in the scope of her rifle.
“Are you in position, commander?” Asenath inquired into the comlink while peeking out to study the village’s defences.
“We’re standing by, ma’am.”
“Wait for the fighters to soften their defences.”
She gulped, gazing up the clouds and waiting for the desired sign. Time lazily dragged on, as if intent on mocking both sides of the conflict. Until finally, it happened, black spots on the blue canvas of the sky. The characteristic whine of TIE fighters ripped the skies open and entered the calm before the storm with a maelstrom of bright green laser fire. Explosions erupted from within the village and its nearest surroundings, revered trees split in half and collapsed, forest fires sparked into existence. Thick columns of smoke rose into the sky, ruining the picturesque setting. After the wedge-shaped squadron of twelve starfighters delivered hell, it took into the skies again, ready for another run.
“That’s our cue. Open fire.”
Both sides of the Imperial offensive began taking shots at the defenders without ever leaving cover, picking off one rebel after another. The man in Asenath’s sights dropped down with a gaping hole in his torso, never to get up again.
Arkan would soon see the screeching tie fighters in the sky, his ship bursting to life as he would enter the sky. As soon as he began to close in he turned his shields to full power and his weapons to half. He needed to rely on quick attacks for this and as they began to bombard the village killing 5 defenseless soldiers he would bring the turrets on the top and bottom of his ship to life. They would fire quickly in bursts of 4 each taking a different tie fighter. He was hoping to take the fighters down quickly so he could get back on the ground. He would begin rushing behind the group of fighters as they prepared another bombardment he planned to pick them off as they went down firing at each one as they dived to bombard.
Meanwhile on the ground, the soldiers were taking mild casualties. The soldiers on the east and west side would begin to move in to attack the soldiers on the north and south to flank them. The soldiers were doing well taking place behind shipping containers and small felled trees. At this point all guns were blazing the ewoks in the tree's firing down upon the soldiers. There morale was still high and there fighting spirits gave them a will to fight unlike the troopers who only knew to fight and obey they had families and friends to fight for and they weren't going down easy.
Post by Asenath Parnell on Jun 18, 2018 14:11:36 GMT -5
A red dot on the radars flicked into existence and alerted the fighters to another combatant’s presence, albeit not all had the time for evasive manoeuvres. Caught in the very finish of its strike, one TIE fighter burst into flames and continued its uncontrolled descent into the village, crashing anything that stood in its way. Another lost its wing in the attack, rendering the machine useless and forcing the pilot to eject. Ramming the burning tops of the trees, it rained debris and molten metal while its former owner slowly parachuted towards the green meadows. The rest of the squadron adjusted accordingly to this new threat, splitting in two groups of four and one of two.
The smallest stuck to the original objective, raining laser upon the defendants and their structures, while the two large formations split up, going in a loop to get behind the attacker and bring him down, and picking his unprotected sides as the easiest target. The slowest fighter caught a burst of laser, ending up full of holes without hurting the pilot. Trying to regain control of her TIE, the woman remained within until the very end as her craft met its demise far away from the battlefield. Her fellows instantly retaliated by hurling their own load the E-9 Explorer’s way, hell-bent on taking the Jedi down.
Asenath’s efforts appeared to bear fruit, littering the settlement with dead and wounded. Enough so that her group sprayed the defenders in heavy fire and advanced, going momentarily leaving their cover to find a new one, even using the leftover bodies of some wildlife as improvised bags of meat to take shelter behind. Splinters kept invading their vision as stray shots shattered and broke against whatever shielded them, although the helmeted and armoured enforcers of the Empire hardly cared in their suits. The same did not apply to the Inquisitor, albeit she had the Force on her side; Force warshield proved invaluable as small pieces of rock and shrapnel bounced off its shimmering energy, letting her operate at peak efficiency and take aim.
Two casualties on her side so far, two men who had been claimed by enemy blaster fire and dumb luck of the settlers rather than actual skill. She disregarded their loss as nothing noteworthy, deeming them too weak to survive. Life worked that way, an eternal victory of the strong over the weak – and the Galactic Empire had no use of weaklings in its ranks. Weaklings like that presented the very reason the Empire had lost to the rebellion so many years ago – and why the new, purer Galactic Empire emerged stronger, free of elements that would drag it down, able to burn down the New Republic and reduce the rebellion’s efforts to ashes.
“There are groups leaving the settlement.” A soldier informed.
“Trying to flee?”
“No, ma’am, it looks like they’re trying to flank us. Should we retreat?”
“Nonsense!” barked the Inquisitor, infuriated, “Sergeant, arm your thermal detonators and give them to me.”
Following orders, the man unclipped two ball-like objects and handed them over to the Inquisitor. Both parted her hand soon after, and yet defied the power of gravity, thrown and guided towards the approaching groups via telekinesis where they exploded in a ball of vaporizing energy that atomized all within six meters.
She had no idea how the other half of the platoon had managed so far, but trusted the lieutenant’s command. True to his word and fighting with everything they got, the Imperials in the north fought tooth and nail, determined not to give their enemy a chance to establish a foothold. Heavy repeater fire spat out one devastating blaster bolt after another, and even when one soldier poked his head out of cover and earned himself a bolt in the middle of his helmet, others sifted through his lifeless body for supplies and ammunition and kept firing at enemies to appear in their sights. For the sake of survival and the adrenaline-fuelled joy of battle, none had any more doubts when squeezing the trigger.
Arkan would continue attacking seeing his effort was not in vain he continued fighting as he would see the tie fighters grouping behind him. He had a plan to pull of a risky maneuver, turning off his rear thrusters he would enable his bottom 4 disabling the two in the back he would flip the ship upside down then turning on his back thrusters he would stabilize him self and jet forward firing at the tie fighter with the bottom or now top turret hoping to catch them as he went but as a result of the maneuver he took minimal damage to the storage bay and to his reactors.
Mean while the soldiers on the ground flanking the inquisitors group were caught by the detonator taking 4 out and wounding 3 causing them to slow down. But the other group heading towards the admiral had great success, taking down 5 troopers but suffering a loss of 4 men. The group would begin to focus there efforts on pushing in now, if they wanted to win they needed to take the group down quickly and support the other squadron. The group on the inquisitors side though would begin to move in the turrets, raining down streams of fire upon the group.
Post by Asenath Parnell on Jun 18, 2018 16:27:32 GMT -5
Faster than the scout vessel, it was a matter of a second or two for the TIE fighters to catch up and deliver the promised punishment. Not only had the manoeuvre cost time and practically stopped the bigger ship in place, it had left the most vulnerable part of the ship – its belly – completely open to being hammered by a devastating hailstorm of coordinated laser fire that came and went. Both formations joined into one as they roared past the target, only to split into two independent groups, just like before. Drawing circles in the sky, the both formations turned around in a wide arch, coming back, screeching towards the back of the E-9 to finish the job. A fresh shower of lasers erupted from within their midst, uncompromisingly distributing a fresh wave of hurt.
Two whispers of crimson death eternally silenced the sentients manning the threatening turrets. There was no arguing about it – if the stormtroopers and their leader wished to aggressively push forth, both heavy emplacements had to be taken down. Knowing it to be a matter of time before another rebel took their place and seeking to turn the tide of battle, Asenath dropped the hunting rifle, slightly bent in the knees and launched herself forth, sailing through the air, enhanced by the dark side’s intoxicating poison flowing through her veins. Stray locks of flaxen hair succumbed to the wind and wildly tickled her cheeks, something she barely acknowledged in her lust for blood.
In her mind, the jump she had pulled off represented a jump to victory – and she would die before she surrendered such a good chance at fame and glory. The moment the soles of her black boots kissed the ground, she reached for the heavy turret, gripping its sides tightly, grunting in exertion. Her back and arm muscles ached and more sweat dripped down her forehead as she flipped the weapon around as fast as she could and sowed destruction among enemy ranks. Amidst smoke and fire, wearing a victorious grin, Asenath Parnell unleashed all the heavy weapon had to offer against the enemy while her soldiers focused on covering her back and fending off the stragglers. Two more figures in white plastoid peacefully rested on the ground, no longer bothered by the death and fighting.
Nobody paid them any mind.
Dirt and blood rained upon the lieutenant in the north group. But the orders were clear – he could not afford to pull back even if he wanted lest he risked being shot in the back by the advancing enemy. With the only option being to fight, he fought, even if only to survive and hold the position long enough for the incoming onslaught to lose its momentum. Glancing around gave away three additional casualties, men who had died under his command. Lifting his T-21, the man did not bother to aim – simply pulling the trigger and pointing the weapon in the general direction of approaching enemy forces spelled untimely death for anyone to get in the weapon’s sights. Vengeance clouded the lieutenant’s mind, his heard furiously thudding and providing a constant distribution of adrenaline. It wasn’t just about fighting now – he fought for survival, an animal backed into a corner, viciously attacking the flanking rebels to blow a hole through as many as he could.
As arkan would fire at the the fighters a large volley of lasers would collide with the ship hitting the bottom most of the lasers collided with the turret the other blasters crippling the back two landing gears. He was in a mess, flipping back over he would go full thrust twisting the ranks of the fighters he would get close behind the tye fighters then he would begin firing he didn't want to miss. And as soon he he finished his volley he pulled back putting shields on full power bobing and weaving through imperial fire.
On the ground the squad on the lieutenants side would make there final push throwing in makeshift grenades and thermals detonators scavenged from corpses. Making a circle around a single soldier was killed in then lieutenants fit of revenge. All of the rebels guns were blazing from all sides explosions everywhere the soldiers were lost in a frenzy of fighting spirit. Then on the inquisitors side up above a group of ewoks would stick there heads out. Bows and spears in hand they were not of the current village it seems they heard the battle. And now they were here to reinforce the settlers. And as they would send the evil woman grabbing the turret they would turn letting a hail of arrows and spear rain down upon her along with the soldiers down below who were pushed back they were at half numbers now entrenching themselves in the remnants of the fallen tie fighters. Scavenging off there fallen they were ready to die for the cause. With a some lighters they would begin setting the trees on fire. It would be only a matter of time before more ewoks reinforced them.
Post by Asenath Parnell on Jun 18, 2018 18:44:22 GMT -5
Several shots struck a TIE fighter’s wing as it charged for another run. Panicking and losing control over her craft, the pilot yanked the fighter to the left in an attempt to dodge additional fire. She had succeeded in that regard, inadvertently crashing into her colleague who joined her on their free fall to the ground. Both ejected just in time, saving themselves from certain doom, free to watch their fighters plummet to the ground. This left the squadron with one full formation of four TIE fighters and one lone wolf. Another circle to turn around, hoping to get behind the Explorer, another volley of laser fire to lick the ship and eat up the shields, focusing their fire on the repursorlifts in the rear to immobilize the bigger vessel and render it an easy target.
The Force honked an alarm in the dark disciple’s head. Imminent danger threatened to take her life or worse – instinctively looking up, she spotted its source. Ewoks; with their primitive, laughable bows trained at her body. Frozen, she defiantly stared death in the eyes, feeling the weight of her father’s medal pocketed on her breasts heavier than ever. This was it. Telekinesis promised salvation, yet offered no guarantee it would knock all arrows off their trajectory. There was no time for that – and just as she was about to reach out with her hand and hurl a telekinetic push their way, the entire tree hut went up in flames. The sound heralding her saviours left no doubt – the characteristic whine of TIE fighters, spamming their green fire across the trees. The very same duo that had split away from the rest of the group before they started chasing the E-9. Crackling, flames birthed by the fighting stared to spread rapidly into the surrounding trees, further aided by the defenders who had set their home on fire themselves. Thick columns of smoke rose into the sky, marking the location for future attacks.
But there would be no next time.
Eager to crash the gates, Asenath’s forces blew their way into the village, and even though another bit the dirt after receiving two arrows in the mid-section, the rest relentlessly pushed forth, scrambling for cover and returning fire. The Inquisitor herself had abandoned the turret, switching to her pistol instead and telekinetically picking a deceased rebel to act as a shield. Vastly more useful dead than he was in life, the man valiantly protected his enemy from harm, taking blaster and arrows alike without a single cry for stoppage.
Something powerful punched the lieutenant in the face, enough to knock him back – a piece of rock launched into his helmet after being torn apart and shot in all directions by a grenade. Cracked and almost split in two, the characteristic headwear of stormtroopers lost its purpose. He’d had enough. Tearing his helmet off, the lieutenant spat blood, pressing himself against the fallen tree trunk serving as cover. More and more blaster bolts ate away at the decaying wood, constantly reminding him of his own mortality. A steady stream of red trickled down his face. Finally cracking, the commanding officer glowered at his comrades with a wild look in his eyes.
“Give’em all our thermals! Make the fuckers pay!”
Those with thermal detonators activated their lethal spheres, timed them just right, and tossed the miniature nuclear bombs at the enemy while enjoying covering fire from their comrades.
Arkan would smile now 5 more left and he could get on the ground and finish this fight. Taking to the sky he would see the tie fighters coming around back to attack arkan. Pulling up before they could fire with full thrust a single hit collided with the roof of his ship knocking out his coms system along with any enemy detection. But his maneuver went through ending up behind the group, arkan would activate his after burners firing a volley of shots at the targets aiming for the middle of the fighters. Quickly he would pull back seeing that the group taking on the lieutenant needed some assistance. Pullingnover he would dip down unleashing a volley of blasters into the group of imperial soldiers specifically aimed at the lieutenant. After so he would make sure to get out of the tie fighter range of view before they could fire off some shots that would cripple his shields.
On the ground neither of the forces were doing to well, they still had bits of a fighting spirits but there morale was not as high as it was. Keeping there fire trained on the enemy. The soldiers taking on The lieutenants group had about 5 men after the thermal detonators and the group taking on the inquisitors squad had only 7 left. Seemingly though more ewoks began to show up coming in groups of 3-4 firing the arrows at the imperials. But even with the allied advantage few ewoks were left from the home village most of them running away to get help, most of them attacking at the lieutenants flank with there primitive bows and spears. Just a little longer and they could have more ewoks show up, the imperials can't stand much of a chance unless they take the village, or fall back.
Post by Asenath Parnell on Jun 19, 2018 7:24:57 GMT -5
No longer needed in the village, the two TIEs formerly assigned to softening up the defences re-joined their squadron, falling into formation and joining the hunt for the scout vessel. Perfectly synchronized, spraying the E-9 with a fresh hail of laser fire as they soared past their target, all fighters spread out to make the turret’s job harder. One after another, more and more shots sailed their way, missing wildly as the nimble fighters dodged thanks to their exceptional manoeuvrability and fell back into formation making a sharp turn to go through with another attack run on the Explorer. Although the ship itself descended closer to the apocalyptic inferno down below, it did not escape its pursuers who saw its location still due to their powerful sensors. Attempting to assist on the ground level meant slowing down and positioning the ship, both of which the TIE fighter pilots shamelessly used to their advantage to deliver their searing green load and whoosh past the slower ship, splitting in two groups immediately after and making a wide turn around.
The Explorer’s laser positively did something, albeit the thick cloud of dust and debris that rose from the laser-pounded grounds offered little to no visual confirmation on the state of the battlefield. In response to the ship’s attack, several bursts of blaster fire sans one lieutenant manifested somewhere below and went the attacker’s way.
Heavy, dense smoke coming from the burning forest finally shrouded the battlefield, smarting unprotected eyes and becoming an opaque veil. Breathing turned into a challenge of its own, worsened by the burning heat that beat down on the village. Few were spared the blazing inferno, all of them bearing the stormtroopers armour. Clad in environmentally sealed suits equipped with advanced breathing filters and a multi-frequency targeting and acquisition system to help them see through the thick cover of smoke, the soldiers experienced little to no difficulty. Using the advantage to make one final push, the white-armoured enforcers of the Emperor stormed the village, creeping through invisible shadows concealed by smoke, targeting the rebels with deadly accuracy and spitting high-powered blaster bolts their way. Glowing red flashes of light tore through the impenetrable smoke screen, eliciting moans and screams upon hitting the enemy.
Teary eyed, with cheeks caked in ashes and sweat, Asenath struggled to pass through the suffocating clouds of smoke. Coughing, she squeezed off two shots in the opposition’s general direction. Hearing an ominous crackle, the teenager’s eyes shot up, spotting several burning huts. Dozens of furry bodies wriggled within as if dancing at a party, licked and consumed by flames.
Arkan would move quickly out of the way of the tie fighter shots. Turning he would move behind the lone wolf. Firing a shots at both his left and right wing, making it impossible to move left or right. Then turning back around head to head with the squad of 4 he would move at full acceleration. Afterburners arkan installed on the ship would begin to kick in sending him jetting towards the group at speeds that were fast even for a tie fighter. Firing off at them he was aiming for the midsection if the ships the easiest place to hit. Then when he would finish he would fly up into the upper atmosphere of endor.
On the ground the soldiers were placed strategically in cover, the lieutenant had perished along with his squad. Turning around the group had 7 soldiers after coming together with the flanking squad. They would begin pushing in using trooper helmets they took to cover a fall back on the inquisitors squadron. Falling back into craters from the tie fire. There they could see were the shots were coming from. Firing at whatever moved were they were at the smoke was less dense making it easier to see troopers.
Post by Asenath Parnell on Jun 19, 2018 13:07:37 GMT -5
It was a standard dogfight tactic – one fighter played the bait, getting its pursuer’s attention, the rest tailed the target. Two focused fire on the Explorer’s top turret, four worked on damaging or destroying the ship’s main engines. Restricted by the laser blasting to his left and right, the pilot decided for a rapid nosedive to minimize exposure to enemy fire. The rest of the squadron continued sending green laser fire at the enemy for as long as it took – and then they flashed right past him within a fraction of a second as he turned the vessel around and launched into the atmosphere. Unwilling to let the enemy get away, all seven starfighters gave chase in two formations.
Dug in, all the Imperial soldiers had to do was to take shots at the rebel scum and duck whenever in danger of retaliation. Whether using shipping containers or dead rebels as cover, everyone had found their favourite spot to be in as both sides exchanged fire. It appeared they had reached a stalemate. The Inquisitor was nowhere to be found, her last known position claimed by dense smoke and chaos. Red blaster bolts whizzed back and forth, scorched marks everywhere, motionless bodies littered the ground, unbearable heat from the surrounding forest fire. Although suffering more losses than expected during the attack, the Imperial resolve had never been stronger – displaying that infamous stormtrooper discipline and nerves of steel.
A pair of boots gently treaded the scorched ground, scuttling closer to the exposed rebel flank. Asenath had left the village and sneaked about its confines to circle the enemy. Ever so slowly, she took aim, getting the first victim in her gun’s sights, and pulled the trigger. Receiving a side full of automatic blaster fire was very detrimental to one’s health, evidenced by the dropping bodies. Changing cover or not, the so-called ‘settlers’ happened to find themselves in a crossfire between her and the remaining stormtroopers.
“Enough of this.” The Inquisitor hissed, mentally weaving invisible tourniquets around the throats of her covering enemies.
Her trembling hand clenched into a fist and the rebels died.
The ship was hit critically, he was on his reserve engine running with no shields. And a was slowly loosing altitude, he needed to do something to help the guys on the ground. That is when he made his mind up he would point his nose downwards. Using the force to slow himself down he was aiming for the troopers that he could clearly sense. Speeding forwards he would move away, going to the midsection if his ship he had no time to use an escape pod. The ship crashing down into the majority of the troopers the men8 would begin to focus fire on the few left.
It was time for arkan to face the woman mano y mano with a snap! Hiss! of his saber he quickly chopped a hole in the hull of the ship stepping out he would push debris into the remaining men in the inquisitors group. Then turning to the woman she was not in perfect view but he could sense her.
Meanwhile the few soldiers left in the lieutenant"s group were surrounded the lieutenant dead burnt to a well done steak. Arkan was ready to take his chance and strike at the empire for the rebellion and for the Jedi. Right here he was willing to put down his life.
Post by Asenath Parnell on Jun 25, 2018 7:17:56 GMT -5
One shout rang louder than others, empowered by urgency.
“Take cover!”
As the ship took a straight dive towards the ground, slowed down by the Force, everyone in its collision course scrambled for a better spot. A short-lived moment of anticipation followed; everyone held their breath, eyes set to the sky. Once the E-9 came crashing into the earth with a thunderous roar, a fresh wave of dust rose into existence. No longer paused, the skirmish continued in full swing, all sides exchanging blaster fire and trying to flank the opposition, laying down covering fire and dashing into superior cover. Amidst what many would consider the perfect image of chaos and apocalypse, Asenath’s figure pranced about, unmoved by the terrible sight, eliminating anything that didn’t sport Imperial colours.
The Inquisitor came upon one of her men, unarmed and struggling on all four after taking a hit from the debris. Her gloved fist banged against his back, swiftly followed by several kicks.
“Get up and fight! Be fearless! This is the only decent way to die!”
Heavy, laboured breaths yielded the only answer she’d get.
Anger turned out to be the most reliable of allies; one to never abandon its master and never let her down. Calling upon its destructive might, Asenath assumed exceptional control of the Force, whipping it to do her bidding. The dark side demanded blood, pain, death, primeval forms of passion, all of which present about the battlefield. The light side, on the other hand, suffocated under the overwhelming hatred and suffering that blossomed with every shot. Peace and compassion had perished, drawing their last breaths alongside the dozens of victims of this senseless skirmish.
Feasting upon the diminishing lives of the dead and dying, fuelling her connection to the dark side, the Inquisitor radiated raw power, her hold on the dark arts unmatched. Slithering over Asenath’s pale skin was an unholy aura of darkness, shrouding its wearer in a protective cocoon.
But sentients deaf to the Force saw nothing more than a young woman a head shorter than the soldiers and wearing no armour. In hopes of catching the girl off guard, several rebels charged through the smoke and ashes. Hatred and rage danced in their eyes and burst through their mouths as they unleashed a valiant battle cry, cutting straight to the Inquisitor. Righteous fury raised their armed hands and they struck as one, letting the numerical superiority bolster their spirits.
She tore them apart without pity or mercy. Anything to as much as touch the vibro-headed tip of her weapon burst apart in a violent explosion of shredded flesh and splintered bone. Among shrapnel, bent pieces of metal and shards of glass, limbs and guts became a common sight if one were to look on the ground. Shaking with anger too great to control, the heretical warrior searched the area for more victims, leaving the grievously wounded to succumb to their injuries.
A glowing beacon among darkness, the man’s bright blade of superheated plasma betrayed his position – just like his presence reaching out to touch hers, allowing Asenath to pinpoint his exact position. The dense smoke and heat continued to fuel her irritation, and yet the levels of adrenaline proved too high for her to pay the physical discomfort any mind.
Edging closer to the Jedi, Asenath felt a tug upon her ankle. Looking down revealed a bloodied body of a settler who had received three heavy blaster shots in the chest, yet continued to draw breath still. She tapped his temple with the tip of her pike. Just a gentle nudge with zero kinetic energy – and yet half the man’s skull cracked open and shot in all directions. The rebel’s brain tissue spilled out like a waterfall, painting the ground below in dark pink. Steady footsteps carried her over the corpse, her hauntingly lit eyes narrowed into tight slits as she set her yellow sight upon the Jedi again, knitting her brow in anger. He should have escaped when he had the chance. Now it was too late. Robbed of any plausible way to retreat, he had nowhere to run now, no conceivable or plausible ace in the hole to save his hide.
“You have failed. The Force is not a shield to protect the weak.” The Jedi killer stated matter-of-factly.
This spark of rebellion had been painfully extinguished by her hands, and yet it paled in comparison with the retribution yet to come. Death surrounded her. Carcasses of those he had failed to protect littered the ground and the Inquisitor carelessly stepped on them as she circled her target, a predator sizing up her prey and drawing nearer each second.
“It is a weapon to empower the worthy.”
Up, outstretched his way, her free hand rose, clutching an unseen object. The universal truth of strength and weakness became impossible to deny as she strung a telekinetic noose around his throat, hell-bent on immobilizing the Jedi in an unyielding grip. His lungs would scream in terror, short of breath, a terrible black veil of unconsciousness threatening to descend upon the brain lest he acted fast.
“The dark side supplies us with strength and that strength must be used.”
The corners of her mouth tugged upwards in a cruel smile, the pike’s head pointed at the wounded and beaten combatants.
“Give into your anger! Unleash your rage! Use the Force to kill! It is the only way to survive!”