Scene #2615: Thule Expedition

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Kyle Katarn	WORLD SW-3; THULE, THURRA SYSTEM COming right out of hyperspace, the Lady Luck begins its descent towards the planet of Thule. It's a luxury craft, but the ship's owner has made enough modifications here and there that its instruments will be able to survive a few hours planetside, despite Thule's infamously nasty storms. Inside, the ship's galley has been made available for the guests, with fine food, drink, and whatever else might come to mind for Lando's passengers. Kyle sits at the bridge with Lando himself, a black man with finely trimmed hair and a mustache, dressed as well as a smuggler turned smooth talking businessman can be. "You know, if you'd just told me more about the ladies of the Union I'd be volunteering more often to help with these...ehe, 'operations' of yours." Lando grins, shooting a wink towards Lowri, and the rest of the girls that are of age for that matter. "You never mentioned having such lovely company, these days." Kyle shrugs, just hoping to the Force nobody tries to smack up the only guy who knows how to fly this ship. "That's what I was afraid of." He grumbles. This might not have been such a good idea after all. "Well, I'm only human." Lando winks, before he begins to make atmo. Everyone will be issued a heavy coat to protect agains the rain, if they need it. As the ship begins to head towards the coordinates Lowri's provided, Lando begins to brief the crew. "Alright ladies and gentlemen, I'm only gonna have a few hours tops before this planet starts frying my ship's software, meaning I can only be here for so long. I'll try and keep in contact in orbit, but if we need to go, then we better get going right then and there. I can't promise you it's gonna be a smooth exit, either, so get used to some rough spots as we come and go." He isn't kidding, as the ship rocks side to side as the planet's wind conditions play merry hell with the Lady Luck's flight path before making its way towards a clearing. Kyle can already sense the dark side, as can Lowri, and it is /very much/ present on this world, eminating towards a large valley path not far from the ship's landing zone. AS the ship lands, Kyle is first out as he climbs down the entrance ramp, popping his neck and checking a datapad. "ALright, everyone who can't fly, speeder's in the cargo hold. We'll travel using that." Lando's voice sounds over local comms once the landspeeder is brought out and turned on. "This is where I get off, may the Force be with you guys. I'll try to be back once you're through." With that, the ship takes off, going where it's safest off-planet while still in range for a quick return. Thunder and lightning crackle through the dark skies, and rain hammers the ground. This isn't a place known for being too terribly hospitable for off-worlders.
Staren	Staren only heard about this mission yesterday, but his curiousity was piqued. He both wants to see more about the world of these Jedi and Vader, and to see his fellow citizen of Lazlo in action. Staren approaches the bridge as the ship approaches the planet, curious to see it. He's wearing his powered armor (see desc), but his visor is retracted to show his face. He just... tilts his head slightly at Lando's hitting on all the girls. He barely knows them! Staren says no, thanks, to the coat, since he's wearing full environmental armor. When things get bumpy, he rushes to find a handhold and waits for them to land. "I dunno if I want to fly in that." He looks up at the sky. He'll take a seat in the speeder if one is available. Otherwise, well, he /does/ have a couple of ways to fly if it comes to it.
Archer of Brown	Archer immediately avails himself of the aforementioned fine drink. He doesn't look too different than the average bounty hunter, although he'd probably look more at home on a desert world than in the middle of a luxury ship's galley. He downs the most recent in a successive line of alcoholic drinks, his magnified constitution handling it easily. It'd have to be a pretty long trip and a damn well-stocked ship to get a Heroic Spirit drunk, but Archer is sure as shootin' giving it the old College Try. The rough entry into the atmosphere causes him to spill some kind of spaceman liquor or another, which affects his usually dour mood poorly. He figures this means it's time to get to work, and so he abandons the galley in favor of the cargo hold. He checks the brim of his hat with a finger, adjusts the sash holding his sixguns, and fastens the sling holding another, more modern weapon: a P90. The speeder isn't exactly his favored form of transportation, but it's saves him the prana he'd otherwise spend on materializing and dematerializing everywhere. He hops in.
Maya	Maya hs been enjoying some food, it's always enjoyable to try food from other worlds and cultures. It's a learning experiance every time. She's looks kinda odd on this vessel though. Leather and metal armuour, a big darn solid slug rifle on her back and the odd streak tattoos under her eyes but Maya seems to be in goof spirits. She's happy to have had Lando announced they are there it's time to go and she grins a bit. "See you later Captain Calrisan." She notes before she'll get off and she sees why he's not staying down here. The rain comes dopwn but does not bother the junker at all, she seems almost to revel in it, rain was a cause to celebrate in the town she grew up in after all. "Rain, thunder, this certainly is a planet with an attuide from the looks of it."
Ainsley	Ainsley does not go on many trips on spaceships. It seems to make her fairly nervous, knowing that the vaccuum of space is somewhere beyond the metal and machinery that only loosely protects her. It's different than a plane, boat or car. So when they're in the galley, she's stuffing her face with whatever sweet treats she can get her scaly little hands on. It's not a CRIPPLING fear of space, she's just not used to being on a spaceship. Once the ship starts to rattle, and Ainsley is sticking her arm through the second sleeve of the coat, the lizard woman shoots a look around at the walls of the ship. She equally dislikes her chances for survival should she get exposed to the horrible winds out there, knowing how much correction the ship needs to keep from slamming into the planet's surface and crumpling like a tin can. When she steps out with the rest, no one can hear the startled 'peep' noise she makes to herself when the wind really blusters against her face. She hurries to the landspeeder instead of attempting to fly under her own power in storm winds, making triply sure she's strapped in if there's any straps to do the strapping with. Her mouth pulls into a thin line when her wide eyes fixate on the angry sky. 'Angry,' she thinks, because it feels a bit angry out here, when you consider the wind, lightning and thunder. She silently wonders to herself whether the Sith can create storms with their powers.
Yuna Kagurazaka	There are days when Yuna regrets that her default combat gear is as revealing as the Light Suit - basically an armored one-piece swimsuit or leotard, with similarly armored gauntlets (elbow-length) and boots (knee-length). Lando's appreciation ... well, hopefully he remains a gentleman about it; she can work with that. Any attempts to flirt with her are met with polite smiles and gentle deflections; she's really not in the mood to be picked up by a stranger, even one with Lando's charm and good looks (which she CAN appreciate if she's not his target). Additionally, Yuna brought the full Matrix of Light along with her: three sleekly armored figures about Yuna's height, who would almost definitely be considered 'droids' in the local parlance, plus the tiny robo-faerie Elner - similar in design to Jiina, Marina, and Erina, but far smaller, maybe a few inches in height if you don't count the shoulder pauldrons which so closely resemble wings. The turbulence on the way down leave Yuna looking a bit uneasy; her robotic companions seem utterly unfazed by it, although each of the three more-humanoid ones maintains a grip on one convenient handhold or another, if there are enough to go around. Elner, devoid of hands, arms, or other gripping equipment, just hovers somewhere. After the briefing, such as it is, Yuna seems to relax a bit as the ship touches down. "I can fly, if --" CRACKTHOOM!!! It is entirely too obvious that Yuna's trying not to whimper after that massive thunderclap. "-- or I could combine with Jiina instead and we'll travel on the ground without taking up speeder seats," Yuna mumbles, still suppressing the urge to dive under a table or something. Her three partners trade looks; if they had faces capable of expression, said expressions would probably range from resignation to exasperation. But, once Yuna gets a better grip on her nerves, she and the green-and-white android (Jiina of the Earth) step down the ramp. Jiina's form glows faintly, then goes translucent, 'phasing' over Yuna's figure before disappearing entirely, leaving a large wireframe shape with Yuna inside the wireframe. That frame gets filled out by pieces of a large exoskeletal battle armor, the pieces interlocking with Yuna's Light Suit and with the other pieces; by the time that's finished, Yuna is in the all-but-looming shape of her Powered Form. Hoverthruster travel will probably be safer than actually flying in a thunderstorm ... and she stands a better chance of matching the landspeeder's velocity this way, plus she can run point for the party, in case there's any hostile indigenous wildlife. On which note ... "Is anything between here and the tomb going to try to eat us or anything?"
Septette Arcubielle	Septette hugs that ragged, hoodless lavender cloak around her narrow shoulders and spends most of the transport simply looking around the room, examining the starship and her soon-to-be teammates, and perhaps making small talk with the other passengers. At Lando's remark, she merely quirks one eyebrow, seeming amused but declining to dignify it with a reply. The little robot girl has her ear-fins flattened back against her head and under her hair; the cloak hides her metallic and skeletal form, and her face can pass for human if one doesn't look too closely. The clearest signs that she isn't organic are her total lack of a Force presence (or detectable emotions, should Katarn examine her) and the way the speeder shifts noticeably as its repulsors re-balance when the half-ton war machine climbs aboard. Despite the ominous surroundings, Septette seems genuinely cheerful about the prospect of delving into an ancient tomb, though she does give Ainsley a somewhat-concerned look. "Feeling okay, Ains? You look a little..." Trailing off, she simply shrugs. "Uneasy, is all."
Valentha Summers	Valentha's only answer to Lando is to return the grin, perhaps loving the compliment. Or how well her fashion sense is working out! It's hard to say. But that's not really so important, is it? Yeah no. On to better things. Strangely, Valentha Summers forgoes the use of a speeder... because she CAN fly. How isn't so obvious, but she manages to do it. For this trip she's got her goggles DOWN though. So they DO serve a purpose after all! "Lead on! And pray the tomb we're hoping for isn't flooded by all the rain!"
Revan	Lowri Revan-Shan had, quite to her surprise, suddenly remembered that she had been to this particular planet before after Kyle had filled her in on the more precise details after his request for her aid. Not that there had been many, but it had been enough to trigger a fleeting memory of her time as a Sith lord, when the storm-riddled planet had been absorbed into her empire. Why, however, remained to be seen. Admittedly, the Jedi Guardian had been slightly uncomfortable leaving her ship and her mechanical 'crew' behind for this venture. It was the only home she had at the moment, her droids her regular companions. But she wanted to risk neither, and she needed them to watch out for a certain former Imperial who had recently become something of a friend and confidante. It was the least she could do when running around on one of her wild goose chases. By contrast, she didn't take offence to Lando's compliment, even if she was technically spoken for. Instead, the smuggler was awarded a rather mysterious smirk as she leaned against the wall, her arms folded. "At my age, I'll take what compliments I can get." It wasn't as if Calrissian had gotten close enough to notice the subtle signs of crow's feet at the corners of her mismatched eyes, and her hair was pale enough to obfuscate the true white from the platinum blonde. It was impossible not to notice the pull of the Dark Side even before she disembarked, pulling the hood of her garment over her head. "And with you, as well, she replied, already stretching her senses outward. "Thanks for the lift." Turning slightly, Lowri regarded the Jedi from what was her distant future. "Been through many of these Sith tombs before?"
Kyle Katarn	If it's any consolation for Revan, Lowri's aged pretty damn well for someone of her age and experiences in life. But otherwise, it's lucky Lando isn't a man known for sexual harassment with women who are very much in fact dangerous. Kyle seems to be weary of it, but thankfully the trip will give everyone something else to focus upon. As the speeder gets passenger after passenger, with some exceptions in the form of Yuna's powers and so forth, Kyle begins to drive in the direction he can sense the dark the best. It's a short drive, about twenty terran minutes or so. That said, the ride is tense, and Kyle seems to stop just short of the valley itself. Those who have scanning equipment will find hints here and there of several armored transports deeper in the valley, as well as thermal signatures that give Kyle enough reason to reach for his blaster. "Hoo boy..." He hops out, and a scan ahead with electrobinoculars will reveal the worst; White armored soldiers and massive bipedal mechs are up ahead at the mouth of what looks like a very ancient temple, accompanied by some men in red hoods. The Imperial Remnant is here, and they're here in force. Luckily, our heroes have the drop on these guys, as Kyle begins to advance under cover of the storm with his blaster ready.
Ainsley	Ainsley hops out of the landspeeder after twenty minutes of tense, staring-at-the-storm silence. Septette's question was given a shrug and a frown, not really much in the way of a verbal answer. She's not sure about her feelings on all of this, but it does make her quite nervous to be in an environment she's not used to being in, in the same way as any other average person feels awkward in a new place. When the lizard woman sees the enemy troops, she picks a nice vantage point and crouches down so she won't be easily visible, but she can view them. Then she activates her Arcane Sight to get a feel for their communications, trying to spot the electronic and any mystical forms that might be floating in the air. She also squints past the encrypted frequency her own allies are using. She reaches out with her fingers outspread, as if to grab the frequencies. Her fingers curl closed, and she speaks a single, silent word that helps her tune her magic. Obscure. It's a primitive spell, though it could jam simple comms well enough. The air around her flickers subtly while her spell taxes her amateur skills.
Yuna Kagurazaka	A tomb full of undead and other terrors was going to be bad enough by Yuna's standards, but nothing she couldn't probably handle. Theoretically, anyway. A detachment of Imperial forces, on the other hand - living soldiers, even Sith warriors - is a whole different problem. And with Yuna's heart still raw from the Chaos Titan, the prospect of taking lives - killing living, breathing entities - makes her balk, hard, both audibly and visibly. She could fight, sure. She's had a lot of practice at dialing back her attacks to incapacitate without doing lethal damage. But knowing she'd be one member of the group, and that there are members of the party who would shoot to kill ... she still sees the trapped victims, the 'crew' of the Chaos Titan, when she closes her eyes, and remembers the fire of the exploding reactor as clearly as if she were there again, back in that moment. She pleads with her allies on the radio, and Kyle finally gives her a chance to tell the Imperials to surrender. That's not quite what the idol-turned-paladin has in mind, though; with Ainsley's Obscure spell at work, Yuna begins making her way down into the valley, keeping a fairly sedate pace rather than barreling in like she could if she were aiming to lead the fray. She needs to give the party time to make their preparations; she did invite them to cover her. If the Imperials shoot first, then Yuna can resort to fighting ... but for the time being, she makes her way into the valley; Elner is high up at this point, keeping watch with its sensors, and Marina and Erina are hanging back with the rest of the group. "Hail, soldiers!" Yuna calls out to a small group, lifting one of her Powered Form's exo-arms to wave. "Show me to your commanding officer, I have important information that could prove vital to your mission on this world!" ... which is probably going to make Kyle worry, but Yuna knows what she's trying to do.
Archer of Brown	Archer steps out of the speeder as well, straightening his hat as the rain pours down upon it. Its wide brim is almost like an umbrella, but it doesn't stop the rest of him from getting wet. He reaches for the automatic weapon he brought, checking the safety, and sighs. A whole damn compliment of troops, and there's talk of nonlethal takedowns, out of the weapon's effective firing range, in heavy rain. The things Mason has him do for money... the things he does for innocent types. Damn this hero business. Archer looks for and eventually manages to find the best vantage point he can, and from there, hunkers down in a prone position. He readies the P90.
Staren	Oh hey, lots of friends here! He didn't know Ainsley was coming. Everyone Staren knows gets cheerful greetings, of course. For the twenty-minute ride, he's mostly quiet. Probably reading something on his HUD or the like. When Kyle stops, Staren checks his sensors and hops out, crouching behind the landspeeder for a moment to think, then pulling the laser rifle off his back and advancing after Kyle. At Kyle's suggestion for a quick way to take out the walkers, Staren nods. Yuna's objection to use of lethal force... he takes into account, but he doesn't see a way to do it. Still, he's willing to not finish off anyone she manages to knock out or convince to surrender. But he plans to shoot at any active enemy combatants if their opening surprise attack doesn't end in immediate surrenders. The little mini-missile racks behind his shoulders rotate into position. They're usually armed with three plasma missiles each, useful for wide-area destruction, but since they were planning to go underground today, he's armed with the armor-piercing missiles, which in addition to being designed to ram into and pierce armor, produce a much smaller (but only about a third less intense) explosion only a few feet in diameter. As they move up in the darkness, Staren programs four missiles, one to home in on each of the AT-STs' upper 'reverse-knees'. He'll fire when Kyle gives the signal. Or someone attacks.
Septette Arcubielle	Stepping out of the speeder a bit after Ainsley, Septette sheds her cloak, revealing skeletal-looking tan armor plating instead of skin and hydraulics systems for muscles. Her glowing red core pulses softly, intensifying a little as she focuses. With a crackling, snapping sound, a long curved blade folds out of her forearm, followed by its twin on the other side and a similar pair of blades that attach just above her taloned 'feet'. Though she breaks out into a run to catch up to Yuna, she slows down considerably until she's consistently about twenty feet behind her teammate. "I'm sorry if this makes the diplomacy any more difficult," she says softly, "but I'm just a combat 'droid to them. Nothing they should be too afraid of, right?"
Septette Arcubielle	Stepping out of the speeder a bit after Ainsley, Septette sheds her cloak, revealing skeletal-looking tan armor plating instead of skin and hydraulics systems for muscles. Her glowing red core pulses softly, intensifying a little as she focuses. With a crackling, snapping sound, a long curved blade folds out of her forearm, followed by its twin on the other side and a similar pair of blades that attach just above her taloned 'feet'. Looking satisfied, she folds the blades back in, and sets off with a calm, determined look on her face. Though she breaks out into a run to catch up to Yuna, she slows down considerably until she's consistently about twenty feet behind her teammate. "I'm sorry if this makes the diplomacy any more difficult," she says softly, "but I'm just a combat 'droid to them. Nothing they should be too afraid of, right?"
Revan	As Kyle hopped out of the landspeeder, Lowri followed suit, tossing her thick braid of pale hair back over her shoulder with some distracted impatience. Her experience with this more recent Empire was rather limited, but even without it she could tell this was trouble. "That's an awful lot of troops and hardware...I suppose if we needed an indication of how vital this temple is, that would be it." She couldn't really fault Yuna for trying; as someone dedicated to the Light Side herself, Revan tried to avoid fatalities where she could. If Yuna could pull it off, so much the better. The way she was going about it left the Jedi a little uncertain, but whatever the pale-haired Knight had thought of might clue their enemies into what she was, particularly the deactivated lightsabers at her belt. And that would /definitely/ lead to some exchanging of blows. Instead, she merely readied herself in the event Yuna's plan fell through. It wasn't as if she couldn't leap that distance at a moment's notice if she needed to. "Here's hoping she can pull this off," she murmured.
Valentha Summers	The group stopping because of a Reborn interdiction has Valentha worried. She drops in low to the ground and takes shelter behind a boulder. From there she scans around the area. It's not hard for her to see, even in the dark. Her eyes are not human eyes no matter how they appear, and darkness does not cloud them. There's no chants involved. No bothersome gestures. She simply... vanishes from sight when nobody's looking, and moves to approach, all while putting all Psionic powers toward suppressing her aura. Thermal imaging might possibly reveal her, and so might precognitive trickeries, but visual and spiritual detection's chances are pretty low. Her goal? Move in close, about 50 feet away from the biggest gathering of them all... and begin casting a spell. A few gestures, some gathered energy... Silently she weaves the spell, focuses power... and 'aims' an image of pure, mortal terror at the biggest gathering of stormtroopers. Anyone in the radius - a good twenty feet or so - will be struck with a sudden wash of dread and terror. Most likely it will be aimed at the tomb they're near as the only logical thing to BE afraid of. Perhaps some Stormtroopers might react in an inexplicable panic. There may be soiling of pants. What Valentha HOPES is that there will be lots of runningg away and a complete loss of military discipline and morale.
Maya	Maya has taken note of the far shorter woman that is Valentha Summers. She'a curious abou the technowizaed and does fall in step with the golden haired woman. She falls in along side her as they get into the speeder. She seems comfotable for now as they press on ahead. She takes note of the imperials she hears Yuna's plan and she'll take a moament to cast a spell of cloaking on those who would want it notabley Assassina nd Ainsley and anyone else who asked. Maya also ends up moving in in and waiting on Yuna for now.
Kyle Katarn	The Stormtroopers are definitely confused by the presence of this flying girl, and they level their E11 rifles at Yuna as she begins to address them. "YOu are trespassing on Imperial business, woman. Clear out of here or we WILL open fire!" One trooper, no doubt the sergeant judging by his pauldron, calls out. The hooded men seem amused if anything, as one of them barely hides a chuckle. "You have no authority here, let us continue with our business." He says smugly, as if undetterred by the very flying girl and her robotic companions. The Reborn go for hilts on their belts, and angry red blades come into solid form as they brandish their lightsabers, just in time to hear the chanting VCalentha is providing. "It's a trick, /KILL THEM!/" ANotehr Reborn orders, and an AT-ST begins to angle its cannons towards Yuna, then blazes away with a rapid burst of blaster fire. "-damn!" Kyle exclaims, before he leaps from cover to take a potshot at one of the stormtroopers with his blaster, catching the soldier in the chest with a smoking hole left in place.
Archer of Brown	Archer swears under his breath. The fire of the P90 shatters Maya's invisibility spell. Though the low visibility implied by the rain is frustrating, it's nothing an Archer-class Servant can't compensate for. The rapport of the weapon pierces the night sky, a series of clustered mechanical barks. The Heroic Spirit's skilled hands keep his aim from going wild, and his eagle vision singles out blaster rifles first, then knees. Hopefully, the NATO ammuniation will be enough both to incapacitate the soldiers he's firing at /and/ satisfy Yuna's requests for nonlethal action. He singles out the soldier closest to Yuna, first. Flashes of lightning illuminate him, revealing his position to any soldiers or Reborn watching.
Yuna Kagurazaka	Yuna starts to shout something; the AT-ST doesn't give her time, the rapid-fire blaster bolts hammering into her suit's breastplate and knocking her back off her feet with a cry of pain. She wasn't expecting THAT. And she was hoping that the element of surprise would play in her favor. Fortunately, Powered Form is tough enough to withstand an assault like that - although if BOTH of the scout walkers focused their fire on her, she might not be able to do what she DOES do next: her hoverthrusters fire up, lifting her off the ground, and she turns to face the walker, the 'lenses' on the front of her suit's outer shoulders sliding open ... followed by the beam cannons hidden behind the lenses firing in tandem, two massive beams of concussive light roaring outwards ahead of her, aimed at the walker that just shot her. The impact should be more than enough to buffet the AT-ST off its feet, either knocking it over or bouncing it off of the terrain behind it (hill, rock face, whatever). With some extra luck, some of the stormtroopers will get bowled over by the fringes of her beam cannons' blasts, although that's not likely to be lethal damage in their cases. And Yuna STILL isn't going for kill shots as she wades into the fray, trying to either swat stormtroopers away or grab and toss them, relying on her suit's big exo-arms and manipulators to swat or throw as convenient. "This is what I was going to warn you about!" she calls out over the sounds of fighting. "That if you stayed on this planet, you would all die pointlessly! RUN, YOU FOOLS! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES WHILE YOU STILL CAN!!"
Staren	Staren fires the missiles as soon as the AT-ST turns to fire. Then he raises the laser rifle's scope up to his eye and fires a burst at the Reborn that gave the kill order, trying to snipe them before the soldiers realize he's there.
Septette Arcubielle	As soon as she sees those red blades flicker to life, Arcubielle reacts, leaving a backscatter of soggy earth as she tears across the open ground and unfolds her arm blades again. One of them crackles with an electrical charge, and the other glows red-hot as she places temporary enchantments on them in the split seconds before reaching the first stormtroopers. Rather than engage the first line of grunts, she manifests a faint red barrier around herself to deflect stray blaster shots, then lashes out with blinding speed at their commander, aiming a series of strikes at his limbs with her viciously-sharp cauterizing blade as she advances. If anyone tries to get between them, she'll simply cut them down, aiming to wound with her other electrified edge. "Such arrogance," she says to no-one in particular, displaying a dissonant calm. "Cowardice is the friend of the fragile, you know..."
Ainsley	Ainsley hears the situation go bad before she sees it, thanks to her Sight. She directs the Sight over the enemy combatants and decides to focus on the most dangerous of the lot: The Dark Jedi, also known as the Reborn. The lizard woman tries to get as much information as she can in a short time, muttering phrases to herself to help focus on the specific parts of all of this that she knows is related to the transfer of visual information. She also thinks to try and spot any Force extrasensory vision, and mutters a phrase to herself, smirking lightly while she says it. "At least I don't have to test this on Vader." Obscure. It's repeated, spreading her magic out to try to corrupt or block their ability to see or sense with their Force abilities, though it's an improvised spell and she's unlikely to get it just right, it's bound to be distracting at the very least.
Valentha Summers	"...'Oops!'" Val's sheepishly grinning at how this turned out! But she does have a backup plan. Still cloaked - but by now, probably pegged by Reborn, she pulls out a strange spherical contraption - what looks like a claw from one those stuffed animal grabbing games, with a tiny jewel attached at the top. She presses the jewel as if it were a button, and HURLS it for the nearest AT-ST that's on the move. Once it's free of her hand it is no longer invisible, but a few seconds after it IS visible... It 'goes off' much like the grenade it resembles. the 'claw' opens, projecting a big spherical net of sizzling blue transluscent fibers - pure magic, given form. The magic net tightens, potentially encircling around the chicken walker's legs and binding tightly. A few moments later Valentha drops her invisibility. The same blue light sizzles to life around her as what looks like highly stylized plate armor with a very noticeable heavy skirt. But she reaches into the bomber jacket again nd pulls out her revolver. Then starts firing. The weapon doesn't make a single noise, but the hammer comes down again and again, sending ripples of SOMETHING out at Stormtroopers and Reborn. Pure telekinetic force, shaped like a bullet and with all the penetrative power of one... if not a hell of a lot more.
Revan	"...That would be a 'No'," the Jedi drawled with a note of sourness as the Reborn answered in the appropriate Sith fashion. "Shards. Plan B!" Even as she finished her sentence, Lowri was already in motion, activated royal-blue blades of her lightsabers in hand as she leaped the distance between where she had been and the closest Stormtrooper, hopefully stunning him as she hit him with both blades at once. "Poor choice!" she quipped. "But you can still back out!"
Kyle Katarn	The Reborn draw their sabers, rushing towards Kyle as they sense him and Revan's presence coming. The Jedi narrows his eyes, transferring his blaster to his off-hand as he draws his lightsaber, the blue blade emerging to life as he meets one of the Reborn in combat. His blaster holsters when he needs both hands to fight properly. Djem So comes to play as Kyle strikes with overwhelming physical strength, red meeting blue, and he and the Dark Jedi duel fiercely. Meanwhile, Staren winds up crippling one of the AT-STs with his barrage of missiles, sending the Walker tumbling face first, leaving the pilots trapped for the moment. His attention focuses next upon the Reborn leader, his laser rifle firing away. The Reborn tries to deflect Staren's shot, before he sends forth a large boulder towards the armored figure. Archer's supporting fire will end up disarming and wounding a good number of Stormtroopers, their confusion at the guy using slugthrowers keeping them from trying to track him down beyond firing in his general direction. However, a scout trooper levels what looks like a marksman rifle at the Servant, and using thermal imaging optics, he pulls the trigger, and the rifle kicks against his shoulder. Revan will end up bisecting the poor stormtrooper she'd assailed, just as he was fumbling for a sidearm as both halves of him fall to the ground. His comrades level their rifles, firing away at the fallen Jedi turned Sith turned...semi Jedi again, keeping her distracted as one of the Reborn takes a vicious swing at Revan with his lightsaber. "DIE, FOOL!" The Stormtrooper Sergeant finds himself unlucky as all hell, Septette's blades slashing through polymer body armor as the poor soldier is disarmed, literally. He fumbles for the pistol on his chest rigging before his wound does the work for Septette in finishing him off. Ainsley's work on the Reborn will do its job, making these dark Jedi sloppy and arrogant as another charges Valentha, flinging a torrent of stones at her as he prepares for a leaping slash with his weapon. She'll have worn down the other AT-ST for Yuna, as she finishes it off, knocking the walker against the rock face with shattering impact. The pilots will be suffering some nasty whiplash from this, and they're too rattled to fire back. Their comrades on the ground are driven away by Valentha's spells, and Yuna's rampage gives them ample reason to run like hell before they're shredded by these warriors. Right now, survival is the priority for them.
Maya	Maya is used to sneaking round when she needs to what she can do she's been moving ahead she knows about the horrors there they could be a problem for now. She is not happy abotu this as she sees the light sabers come up she keeps her self hidden even as the larger units go in. She's got the intention to try and hi jack one of the walkers and she's cloaked right now so she's got a chance to do it. She if they don't get knocked down or explode? She's going to try to scramble up one of them and get her way in. Yuna madkes that a moot point as some other spells are put to yes to making them run like hell and she contiunes to watch the grunts flee. She'll let them go, they are running, she's not about to shoot them in the back. She does see the Reborn are not fleeing and she's going to move in on them, she's got a knife and she's going to try to get up on one as close as she can if they are distracted and attempt to shank them while they are distracted with everyone else.
Yuna Kagurazaka	The more of the Imperial soldiers who are running for their lives, the ... well, not 'happier,' but the more accepting of the situation Yuna is. Honestly, she was hoping to just convince them that staying on this planet was going to be bad for their health and their future careers; she wouldn't even have been lying, and she still isn't. She doesn't really like hurting enemies, but she'd rather see them running than trying to kill her or her allies. So the troopers are running like hell now. That's acceptable. What's NOT acceptable is that the Reborn are still putting up a fight, and while the Jedi in the party are holding their own, Revan seems to be in immediate danger. "Shugoseiheki!!" Yuna calls out, finally materializing her kite shield, the Wall of the Guardian Star; it manifests on her Powered Form's right exo-arm, and stays there as she reignites her hover-thrusters, speeding across the valley towards the Reborn ... But rather than run them over, Yuna wills the Matrix Divider to materialize in her hands - her own hands, clad in armored gauntlets but fully usable - and starts shooting, going for precision fire with concussive light bolts, more kinetic force than anything else - trying to knock the Reborn away from her allies, ESPECIALLY focusing on protecting Revan.
Archer of Brown	Heroic Spirits are living legends, the embodiments of their own stories and fables, capable of fantastic feats of skill, strength, and wit. In Archer's case, he's a peerless marksman, able to make called shots in the dead of night during a storm--and outside of his effective range with any given weapon, too. That being said, there's only so much someone can do to avoid a blaster bolt when they're lying prone in the mud. The hail of fire all around him is one thing, but in the cold of a storm, his thermal profile probably lights his position up like a Christmas tree. This one's headed right for him. Archer sees the bolt, yes--but even his most frenzied roll still has it pierce straight through his shoulder. Sucking in a breath through his teeth, he hisses into the radio. "Sniper's made my position! Right side, supply crates! Cover me!" Archer rolls out of the mud to get himself to a safer position, taking the odd, hopefully non-lethal shot at any troopers firing at him. He looks for any solid objects to take cover behind, to better protect him from the sniper.
Staren	"How the **** do you deflect a LASER?! That shouldn't be possible! Hax, hax! Ohh shit!" Staren's complaints are interrupted by seeing a boulder headed his way. Translucent orange energy wings appear behind him, and he dives out of the way of the boulder with a sudden burst of speed. Then he turns to face the Reborn leader. He fires a plasma grenade from the underbarrel launcher, then decides to see just how good they are with these lightsabers, flying towards the leader with his rifle in his off-hand, drawing his (purple) plasma saber at the last second to swing at them!
Valentha Summers	"--ACK!" Valentha wasn't expecting telekinesis! Most of them spang against her mystic armor, but one smacks her in the eye and THAT stings. And now, having a Dark Jedi dashing at her with such incredible speed is seven and a half kinds of terrifying. She reacts without a heck of a lot of thought. Which is surprising, given the intricacy of HOW she reacts. The revolver isn't dropped. Instead she simply grips it in her teeth and brings both hands up as if grabbing something herself. But... her hands are empty, right? Not for long. If anyone's looking, her brow's furrowed with INTENSE focus. There's a rush of inner power through. Light crackles and sizzles in her hands, then streaks out to become a shining blade of her own. A deep, mystical blue and taking the form of a nimble but fierce rapier. The weapon was formed JUST in time. Valentha's forced to parry head-on with her blade held at a cross-angle . Still, the force of a leaping slash bowls her over backwards with knees bent. The two blades spark and sizzle against each other, but then... "HYAH!!" With her FREE HAND (wait, when did she stop using both hands) she plants a hand on the ground and uses it to twist her body into a spinning side kick for the Reborn's center of mass. And contrary to her apparent build, that'll probably hurt. A lot. As in, being bowled over and go tumbling through the mud hurt. Maybe with broken ribs.