Ned's Mission

Blaster fire rained down onto the streamer's positions as dirt exploded from artillery shells. Fighters sprayed into sparks of detritus above as dogfights were smothering the sky in blue, red and green blaster bolts. 

The grinding of machinery radiated from behind them as they stood in the entrance of an Empire secret facility, the inner mechanisms of the portal grinding against themselves as one of the smugglers, Markiplier in fact, was trying to hack into it and get it open.

"NED! I wasn't going to say this! BUT YOUR MISSION IS BULLSHIT!!!" Markiplier screamed this out as a red bolt of energy dispersed right next to the console, his hand recoiling from the shot way after it was over.

"Yeah! What Mark said!" Jack yelled out as an Empire soldier began running towards their position and he shot his head off with a revolver-like blaster.

Ned was ignoring their banter, naturally, as he fired his 'Furious Gladiator's Blaster Pistol', a gift from being a Beta player in the game, from behind sandbags. It was an awesome looking pistol with some cool melee features added to it, namely a bayonet-like knife blade under the barrel. 

Darkly armoured soldiers with enclosed cylindrical-style helms pinned the streamers down as their forces sprinted between cover. The AI was using proper military tactics for the enemies and it was showing in how damaged they all were... Markiplier was scratched all over with blood gushing down his character's face. Jack was completely blackened from an artillery shell he had tanked earlier. Emma had several holes in her jacket from where blaster rounds had penetrated into her body.

Luckily for them all though Spiff was on today, and he was the one focussed on healing. He carried stim packs and was administering them to everyone in the group.

"Hoh, if you use half of each Stim on someone else you gain health over time instead of all at once..."

"SPIFF! This is not the time to be finding exploits or features...!"

"It's the perfect time my friend."

Spiff picked up a Stim and stabbed it into Ned, before taking it out once half complete and shoving it into Jack's neck. Grasping his neck in frustration Jack glared at Spiff, the glorious British bastard shrugging and putting away his empty stim, pulling out a simple blaster rifle which he then proceeded to use on an enemy soldier rushing their position.

"Oh mark... Have you got that door handled...?" His teasing voice crooned out towards Mark as he shot a droid out of the sky... Mark slowly losing his sanity at the complexity of the door's puzzle in the mean-time. 

"IWQBVFI&^@*&%^NQJVOBWQ! Y-yes...?" The console started to fizzle under his touch. "No... No I don't! S-STUPID THING!" Spiff laughed heartily as he shot another soldier, Ned and Jack supressing laughter, as well as enemies, as much as they could.

Mark was so frustrated that he started to punch the console, his blows dealing zero damage to the door but some to himself. Spiff, watching this, sighed somewhat and ran over to the console, lowering his head as hundreds of blaster bolts flew over his head.

"I am going to use a Grenade!" Ned shouted out as he pulled a small spherical device, hitting the red button in the middle and throwing it out into the open-space landing pad. Screams resounded as Jack celebrated the kills along with Ned.

"Mark, let me try."

"Arrrghh, fine!" He took out his pistol and started to fire into the distance, not hitting anything but rogue fuel canisters that were no where near the enemy... It was quite evident he was not having a good day...

Getting access to the door panel Spiff immediately noted the Tetris-like structure of the puzzle. Besides the shapes however there were lines of words, a password of sorts. he tried to quickly re-arrange them to sort out what words worked together and what didn't. This was difficult due to the multitude of shapes, but he eventually, after three minutes straight, got them aligned where their words would make some sense.

Meanwhile, there was now a stack of bodies piling before the entrenchment of the team, fighters above crashing down in the distance and even close by as the dogfighting above intensified. Artillery was staggered now, something having happened to the Empire's combined arms in this instance. 

Droids were becoming more common as a foe and many of them had shields, the grenades of the team running out in correlation to this increased threat. It was as if there was a timer before they would essentially die and fail the mission.

"Your mission sucks Ned, it really does!"

"Tell me something you haven't already said Mark..."

"An Eel can produce up to 600 volts of electricity."

Ned rolled his eyes and tackled an incoming droid, taking the blade of his pistol and slashing it towards the exposed cords that were present along the neck. His methods took a little but they were quite effective as the droid didn't even have time to react.

Spiff, well, he was done with his work now... The console was shining bright green as he finally cracked the code.

"Hey mark... The code was 'The Dark Side is the truth of reality'."

"SPIFF, don't start with me... S-FFF-OWWWW..." A blaster bolt ripped into the side of his torso and pushed him onto the ground, his Twi'lek head tails being tossed through the air as his face landed in freshly exposed dirt.

Ned turned to see the entrance opening, getting up off of the droid and rushing to Mark, who he proceeded to yank upwards. Jack helped in this endeavour and both of the rushed past Spiff, through the door and into safety. Spiff followed through a few moments later, taking some shots at enemy droids and soldiers before starting the closing procedure.

A minute passed as the two groups exchanged fire, the door slowly coming to a full seal as the red alarm lights sporadically flashed inside this massive open hanger. Turning, the entire group saw ten Jedi Padawans kneeling before a singular figure, a Sith who was wearing hooked and spined armour of dark purples. His skin was completely red, with tendrils falling like a beard from his chin. Golden rings adorned these tendrils and even pierced his nose in several places.

"You have all been lied to! The Jedi have hidden from their emotions, cut off relationships, destroyed the downtrodden and weak, all because of their moral arrogance!" Spittle flew from this Sith's mouth as his orange eyes flared red for a time. 

Some Padawans had noticed the streamer group's appearance, hope flittering in their eyes as one Padawan in particular was ecstatic, having been kidnapped from Tython. Peter, his body imprisoned by the force powers of this sith and physical bindings, sat there and saw Ned's character sneaking in.

"Abandon the destructive ways of the Jedi and become one with your truest self... Join the Dark Side." The sith held out his right hand, as if offering to help them rise from their current bound state.

Mark, Jack, Ned, Spiff and Emma all snuck through the room, taking cover behind barrels, crates and other random objects. They were all communicating softly with one another, using hand signs in some cases that confused elements of their party. Mark even made an unserious hand sign that made Emma almost break the silence, her hand holding her mouth as the others tried not to laugh either.

Witnessing this lack of seriousness, all hope soon fled from Peter's mind as he was watching them barely make it half way before shenanigans ensued. Shaking his head, he inwardly cursed his inability to kill this Sith when he first met him on Tython. he had succeeded in making his lightsaber, killing a star-fish like species of flesh people that were also force users apparently. 

Just as he had gotten that lightsaber, ahead of 99% of the people in the game, he was ambushed by this utterly boring Sith guy who looked more like some Alien from a porno than from a deep enriched lore... In his opinion. It all went rather quick from there... Taken to his ship, along with other Padawans, then flown over to Ord Mantel. He knew it was Ord Mantel as Ned had told him about it just after the Beta ended.

Spiff slipped behind a large stacking of proton missiles, his soldier's weapon clinking lightly against the outer casings, the Sith twitched his cheek in his direction. He cursed himself as the Sith showed no outward sign of noticing besides the slight twitch.

All of them halted, waiting for something to happen...

"RATS HIDING IN THE SHADOWS!" The sith shunted his arms to the sides and force pushed all of the cover away, the proton missile shells diving towards Spiff who desperately tried to dodge.

Mark was hit by a box of ammunition, losing half of his health as his automated defences sprung and a field of illusionary versions of himself started to run interference for him. 

Jack was thrown back into a hanging fighter and proceeded to fall a couple stories in height, directly onto a pellet of weapons.

Emma successfully evaded the force powers as she rolled under a heavy armoured vehicle. All of them were made and they had all been exposed to the open except for Emma who was still trying to get into range.

"I fear he may have noticed us..."

"Thanks for calling out the obvious Spiff."

Ned ignored the bickering of Jack and Spiff, simply throwing his last grenade towards the Sith. He configured it to explode mid-air, so as to not give the Sith a chance to deflect it, like in one of the release animatics. 

His attempt was gallant, but the grenade tumbled end over end until it detonated... Only to be deflected by the force, in the direction of Spiff who was close to explosives. Speaking of Spiff, he had managed to dodge the falling bombs, now rushing over towards the sith. As you would expect, this ended up with Spiff being thrown, end over end, into those very same explosives.

"Ughhhhh... free the Padawans."

At the mention of freeing them, the Padawans looked excited, hopeful and ready. One in particular, Peter, strained against the force bindings right after the Sith used the force on something else. The cool sensation that was always beneath his skin rose to the surface and shot out, a green hue of light spreading out from his form as the force bindings and regular ones broke, snapping in half.

"Ned! Near you! He placed our weapons over there!" The sith swivelled in Peter's direction as his incisors expanded in a snarling growl.

"FOOLISH CHILD!"

Ned didn't skip a beat and leapt at the box his best friend had pointed out, grasping it within seconds and attempting to break it open with his pistol. Luckily, for him, he was a soldier and seemed to be close to breaking apart the box after only a few moments.

He would have opened the box, in fact, if it wasn't for the especially pissed off Sith that was now bearing down on him. Lightning cascaded through the air like knives and slapped into metallic coverings and objects, eventually snaking over said surfaces into the boots of Ned.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

"A foolish soldier playing in a game with gods!"

Peter narrowed his eyes and extended his arm, pulling backwards with it as he willed the Sith to be pulled over to him; a technique he learned whilst killing 'Patrick' on Tython for hundreds of times.

The Sith smiled ominously as Ned began buckling, his allies slowly getting up. Emma, shot at him but was similarly electrocuted a nano-second later as she was laying directly on top of a metallic sheet; the shot vanishing into the gloomy roof of this hanger.

And, just as the Sith was revelling in the feeling of superiority he was launched off his feet and thrust towards the very Padawan he had just snarled at, his eyes widening in surprise. This momentary distraction was just that though, momentary, he twirled in the air and landed behind Peter, on his feet, his red lightsaber activated as it illuminated his face in even deeper shades of red.

"Jedi pawn, this is the time, you will die now."

*PING*

A metallic cracking sound underscored that statement as Ned threw the box in the air, shouting his friend's name... "PETER! Here!" Glancing over with powerful reaction speeds, Peter took an immediate step backwards, the Sith before him going for a low slice at his legs. He was trying to humiliate him, disable him so he must watch what the Sith will do to his allies.

Another step was taken backwards as his eyes searched dauntingly for his lightsaber... It was difficult as many vibro-blades and other forms of weaponry tumbled through the air. Once more a step was taken as the lightsaber of his foe got closer to hitting true.

'COME ON, it must be somewhere...!'

Hissing laughter began to croak out from the throat of the Sith as a glint of bright silver light struck Peter's eyes... The hilt of his Lightsaber, his final hope in this situation. His hand extended once more as in desperation he shouted out for it to come to him within his mind.

Said object was instantly flung from it's fall into the hand of Peter who activated it and lowered the 'blade' down into a deflection of the Sith's weapon. Plasma met plasma as the two beams sparked against one another. Heat washed over the both of them, akin to a Volcano's Magma eruptions, yet no damage was done. Both lightsabers rebounded off of one another, the two of them being pushed back in the exchange.

"You think this changes anything, peon?"

"I think it has distracted you from my other allies..."

His eyes shot wide open as a grenade lightly came to rest below his feet. Just barely noticeable behind him, Markiplier was crouched on the ground, holding his ribs and smiling wickedly, his female Twi'lek form appearing utterly evil whilst doing so. 

"Boom BITCH!"

*BANG*

Peter shielded his face from the explosion but held his lightsaber forwards and ran over to the flash despite his blinded state.

Standing before him was a heavily wounded Sith warrior, his armour shredded and his face torn into fleshy chunks, still alive. Said warrior took several steps back in pain as the single eyes he had left opened suddenly and wickedly...

"AS IF YOU COUL-"

A blue lightsaber blade punctured into the heart of the Sith warrior as he choked on his arrogant words. Already widened, his eyes languidly clung onto Peter, his expression unbelieving and frightened. He raised a single hand onto Peter's shoulder before crumpling downwards, through his lightsaber and slicing his upper body in half.

Silence reigned the space for a time... Until the party all gathered in front of the Padawans; who were freeing themselves now.

"WHOOOO! FUCK YEAH!" Markiplier was utterly elated and fist bumping himself while jumping around like a kangaroo, a sight that made Ned turn away as he saw Mark's character's breasts bouncing with the action; a small blush present on his face, not that he would tell anyone.

Peter's lightsaber flickered off and was strapped to his side as he exhaled to release tension, the other Padawans congregating around him as the doors to the complex began to open once more.

"Oh, for fucks sakes!" Emma was the one to swear now as she turned and rose her weapon to point at the entrance.

"WHOOO! I'll kill all of them too... you know I will!" Markiplier was still high off of his grenade tactic...

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