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Varas Kyrel

Varas Kyrel

Member Since 25 Jan 2015
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In Topic: What're You Doing In My Swamp? | First Order Invasion of Galactic Allianc...

13 February 2018 - 08:28 PM

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Objective: Try to hold on
Location: Near the Cave of Evil [Dropship crash wreckage] 
 
 
Unlike the bridge of the Alliance Command vessel where there had only been only one strong Jedi, the swamp was filled with lightsiders who had focused their energy on draining the darkside away from the Nexus and bathing the area with Light. Even as Kyrel offered his own strength to bolster Varas’s waning power, it was too late. The attack upon Mishel to slow the former Ren had taken too much stamina, and the brunette clone was susceptible now.
 
Instead of infusing her with this need to lash out the way she had during the blockade - to save the Jedi Zark from her father, this time, the Light - washing over her as though she absorbed it through osmosis - created a painful ache as the darkness fled her body.
 
“I’m not strong. I’m pitifully weak.” While the words were said aloud, her feeble whisper ensured they would not reach her father. Telepathy was out of the question.
 
Whether the Cave of Evil would survive beyond the battle which raged around them, Varas did not know. She could only focus on whether she herself would survive. One by one she felt the darkness which swirled so strong around her companions extinguish. Was the swamp a graveyard of Ren? Would the purge of darkness on Dagobah last? The potential permanence of the situation frightened her, and she lay back down, catching the glazed eye of Therran Graush across the bog, the Sith unmoving. 
 
Or was it an illusion? Was he even there?
 
It felt so good to close her eyes too as though she were back in Tipoca City, having worn out her two week old clone body to the tsks and clucks of the Kaminoan, crawling back into a medical pod which would boost her stamina so she could start the next day training to use her semi-atrophied body anew.
 
She could feel nothing now. Not even Graush’s last stand.
 
Sleep or death - did it matter?
 
Varas let her power wane and lay eyelids fluttering, motionless, powerless and incapable of movement.

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09 February 2018 - 06:59 PM


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09 February 2018 - 09:47 AM

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Therran Graush Vela Kryss


In Topic: What're You Doing In My Swamp? | First Order Invasion of Galactic Allianc...

08 February 2018 - 06:59 PM

Objective: Use Force Slow on Mishel Noren
Location: Near the Cave of Evil [Dropship crash wreckage] 
Allies: Kyrel Ren Therran Graush Rolf Amsel The Major @Karyce Ara Zambrano @whoeverismissing
 
Varas felt a tug at her leg and realized that, despite the two women colliding, she was still alive - luckily even as an impact like that could have killed them both. The Knight grunted, saber falling out of her hand, landing with a sploosh in the mud, but she called it back to her hand.
 
And as soon as she could feel the hilt back in her gloved palm, she also landed with a plop in the ooze, the malodorous silt breaking her fall. She'd been released by the fellow experiment.
 
On her hands and knees, Varas lifted her head, wet dirt dripping off of her armor. Kyrel's saber was beside her, but as she engaged her muscles to rise, she realized she could barely lift her arms and spine. Mother of Kwath, not the leeches again, she thought, trying to scramble up.
 
Nothing is broken. There is no pain. But it felt as though an invisible siphon was draining her energy. Peace and calm clashed with her turbulent emotions. The darkside Nexus felt... decidedly weak.
 
Glancing to her father who had Mishel in his sights, she finally sat up after a brief struggle to do so and concentrated on the Cave of Evil, upon the power that bled from every organic and non-living surface, the immense power that could cause the most vivid hallucinations or could enhance an object, baptizing it with the Dark Side of the Force.
 
"Help me, convert me... give me power," she whispered. Under her helm, Varas's skin grew sallow, dark circles blossomed like bruises, but her energy grew. In addition to whatever bone-crushing telekinesis Kyrel had inflicted upon the former Ren, the brunette clone thrust her hands out, using the darkside to slow Mishel down. The power manifested itself primarily in the Alliance Jedi's mind, but if she did not deflect it or counter it, Mishel would feel suddenly exhausted, groggy and uncoordinated, certainly not in any physical state to continue zipping around like a laser-pinball.