A pod streaks toward Yavin IV

[DESIGNATE Kavaal 792]

Out of the black ether of space, a small, spherical space pod slows out of hyperspace, slowly advancing towards the Greater Jedi Order homeworld of Yavin IV. As it approaches the atmosphere, it adjusts for trajectory, streaking towards the ground at high speed, before impacting in a jungle clearing. Out of the smoky crater, a hatch opens on the pod, and a cybernetically-augmented humanoid slowly exits the pod...and begins walking towards the nearest inhabited area he can detect.

[AmazonBabe]

:: Taking a walk through the dense jungle, AB admires a small jugnle flower. It's look is innocent, but it contains a deadly venom, shot out from it's tiny thorns. An unsuspecting prey would never know what happened until it had begun to be digested by the carnivorous plant's large leaves at the base. ::

:: As she continued her walk, she heard what sounded like a sonic boom and looked up to see a meteor sail through the atmosphere and hit the ground with tremendous force. Be sensitive to the life around her, she feels more than sees the small creatures scurry and the ground tremor. ::

:: Frowning, she bends down and places a hand on the ground, closing her eyes. What the ground shows her sends a shiver through her spine, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. ::

:: Opening her eyes again, she stands, hurrying towards the pod. As she arrives, she blends with the foliage, dampening her Force sense to mask it as plant life. From her vatange point, she watches the robotic-looking being begin to walk from it's pod. She realizes it's walking towards the nearest settlement. ::

:: Blending into the jungle, she concetrates on the Force, sending a message and images of what she has seen. The others must know about this, if they don't already. ::

[DESIGNATE Kavaal 792]

The cyborg moved in a very deliberate manner, his sensors and processors deeming the most efficient route through the jungle towards the structure which lay less than a kilometer away. Staring momentarily through the tree canopy, the Designate Avatar interpreted that there was a 98.345 percent chance that the structure was the Jedi Temple.

However, he would still move closer. There was much data to gather.

[Morgan Evanar]

He froze mid kata, foot locked in a kick. Although not typically good at most mental aspects of the force, even Morgan picked up the broadcast of the images. Coupled with the previous broadcast by IMPLIMENT...
... well, the implications were very far from good. Without further thought, he ran for the nearest alarm, cracked the glass, and yanked it down. Klaxons echoed throughout the Temple, and lights bathed the stone, wood and metal in a red panic.

AB he tried to communicate through the Force, Do NOT attempt to enage it in combat. Stay hidden if you can.

[Figrin D an]

Figrin had been working quietly in his personal quarters when the telepathic message reached him. He nearly dropped his data pad as he saw the images flash through his mind. He searched through the Force, attempting to find the source of the message.

It was from AB... he was sure of that... but, her Force presence was very weak, perhaps being masked on purpose.
That could only mean one thing...

Damn... this can't be good.

AB was a powerful Jedi in her own right, one certainly capable of taking care of herself. The apparent cautiousness on her part was indication of a very real threat.


Then, the alarms sounded.

Figrin was on his feet in an instant, his hand outstretched to the far side of the room. In an instant, his lightsabre had flown into his hand. The door slid open, then closed abruptly, locking automatically as the Jedi passed through. Figrin ran down the primary hallway of the Living Quarters building, the turned to his left, follow a secondary hall to it's far end. He dodged back and forth as several others darted about, attempting to reach their assigned emergency stations.

Working his way through the crowds, Figrin finally reached the outer circle of the Temple complex. Looking about quickly, he found a data terminal on a nearby wall. Entering his personal code, he checked the status of the Temple defenses.

Good... critical areas are locked down... perimeter armorments online...

Figrin quickly logged out and shot towards the main entranceway to the Temple ground floor. Emerging into the sunlight, his eyes scanned about, using his enhanced sight to look deep into the jungle treeline for signs of movement.

[DESIGNATE Kavaal 792]

Reaching the periphery of the forest...the Designate Avatar slowly panned his eyes around, taking in the location and structures around him. He calculated an entrance to the temple superstructure 71 meters away. With a measured pace, he began to approach the entrance.

[AmazonBabe]

:: AB remained hidden behind the cyborg only a few meters behind, having followed it from it's pod. She had received acknowledgments from various Jedi that they had gotten her message. She was glad to know the emergency lock-downs were in place. ::

:: She had also heeded the warning of not to engage this creature. She had faced many foes before, but this one just felt different. ::

:: As she watched, the monstrousity reached the edge of the jungle and scanned the area, moving it's head slowly. Then it proceeded to walk again. Her eyes widened in horror as she realized it's destination. Just beyond the perimeter of the jungle, lay the Temple. And the cyborgs path was taken it directly towards the entrance. ::

:: She sent a quick, ergent message to those Jedi around the Temple. ::

The creature is heading towards the Temple! It means to enter it!

:: She had a duty to protect not just innocent bystanders and civilians, but also her fellow Jedi. She couldn't just stand here and do nothing. ::

:: Keeping hidden, she concetrated on the ground ahead of the creature, she looked down below, at the small seedlings and seeds waiting to sprout. Using the Force, she accelerated their growth. Within moments, a large, thick wall of wooden-vines were making a wall between the cyborg and the Temple, reaching from one end of the jungle's perimeter to the other. The wooden-vines were thick trunked, having large, thin thorns emerging from all angles from it's trunks and vines. The thorns themselves weren't deadly, but if pricked by enough of them, the sap within the vine would cause the person to become very sleepy. Almost as if drunk. ::

:: She sighed and watched, knowing she had just cut herself off from the Jedi, but knew she had bought the Jedi time to do what it is they needed to do. The wooden-vines would slow the cyborg down, but she knew it wouldn't stop it. ::

[DESIGNATE Kavaal 792]

The Designate Avatar stopped in his tracks, analyzing the rapid-growth vegetation that had suddenly impeded his forward progress. Several sensors scanned the plants for abnormal radiation, hormones, or other such traces. The Avatar also scanned using a different means...finding the exact reasoning behind the growth.

The cyborg turned back around, toward the forest, its laser designator stabbing into the murky shadows, attempting to determine who was following him. Unable to detect a presence, the Designate Avatar turned back to the foliage, extending a cybernetic appendage to the vines. With a snap-hiss, a shaft of light emerged from the appendage's aperture. The cyborg had crafted a lightsaber...and was now using it to slice through the vines.

[AmazonBabe]

:: AB hid herself even more as she saw the machine begin to search the foliage for anything that might link to the rapidly growing vines. And then something she wasn't expecting happened. The cyborg turned around and activated a lightsaber. Now it was true that making a lightsaber wasn't a secret. But the fact that this monster had one was enough to make her skin crawl. ::

:: The vines were thick and heavily layered, so even though the lightsaber would slice cleanly through, it would take a few whacks to make an opening big enough for it's bulk. ::

:: She needed to slow this action a little more. Concentrating again on the dormant seeds beneath the cyborg's feet, she urged them to grow, to come forth through the soil. Thin, stretchy vines shot out like whips from the base of the wooden-vines' trunks. They wrapped themselves around the cyborg's arms, wrist, waist, ankles, legs... anywhere they could latch onto, making the cyborg look like a green sculpture. These seemingly weak vines had a stretchy substance to them. Though they could be snapped with a lot of force applied, their sap that would ooz from their broken edges would make it difficult to move. The sap was thick and quite sticky. With enough breakage from all the vines wrapped around the cyborg, it would become stuck in its tracks. ::

:: Oh, how she wanted to get to her fighter and blast the thing to smitherines. She only hoped the Temple had had ample time to get it's defenses up. This thing was certainly persistant. ::

[Akrabbim]

Akrabbim wanders through the dense undergrowth, searching for a place to train. Hopefully his master AmazonBabe would have time for a spar of some sort. He had not seen her in several months, and was beginning to worry about the implications. Fortunately, he had encountered her again on Yavin.

Just as he is beginning to train, he senses a distress call from AB. He is too far from the main base to be of any use there. And, though it is against her wishes, he cannot leave his Master alone. He tracks them both by way of the Force and hurries towards them. He finally encounters them some distance away. His Master is fighting some sort of... abomination... of metal and flesh. Akrabbim has no power over metal... but the metal must meet mind somewhere. He begins reaching out, searching the being. Though all motor functions are controlled by the machinery, the senses, such as hearing and sight, seem to at least have some organic components. Perhaps those can be confused, to the aid of his Master.

[Morgan Evanar]

<h2>STOMP</h2>

Fifty-five metric tons of highly mobile armor and weapons stepped out of one of the Massai temples converted to ship hangars. The sun tried to glint off of its matte green with blue military camo finish. Radio messages echoed through the cockpit, status reports, calls to emergency stations. Morgan killed the communications suite completely.

The Bushwacker had been the first of the production line, and was quietly delivered a few days prior to IMPLIMENT's message. Morgan eased into the throttle, and set the machine into a 37 K/H jog. He stopped a minute later, and turned the torso, staring down at the Designate.

<h2>"EVERYONE, CLEAR OUT!!"</h2> roared out over the external speakers. The inside of left arm's barrel crackled-snapped-hissed with massive amounts of electricity while a fifteen kilo slug dropped into position in the right arm. The status lights showed the concussion missiles ready, and Evanar grouped the weapons to fire simultaneously.

He slowly ticked off the fifteen seconds...

...and squeezed the trigger with the Designate dead in his sights at a mere two hundred meters. From the left arm, an eighth of a bolt of lightning kissed the designate with a hissing pop of blue energy. A pair of miliseconds later, the slug slammed in at 8300 k/h, with the missile taking another pair of seconds before arriving to detonate its seven kilogram shaped warhead that left a meter deep crater with a five meter diameter.

[DESIGNATE Kavaal 792]

Emergency personal shielding and Force-augmented defenses could only hold up so far, and were eventually circumvented. As the smoke cleared from the crater, the Designate Avatar began to spasm and twitch rapidly, the servomechanisms across his body shorting out and sparking. In a jerking flail, he fell backwards to the ground, still twitching to the sound of straining servos.