A Few Broken Bottles

[Morain]

The announcement asked for everyone to remain in their cabins. Well they did not take into the account how little space this cabin had, or how thick and heavy the air felt, and most importantly how annoying it can be to spend prolonged periods of time with Jera in the same room. Alar put down the book he had been unsuccessfully trying to focus on to pass the time. And looked towards the other bunk in the room.

The Jedi Order still didn't seem to work out how to assign them a master, or even just a jedi knight as a guide. To top it all off they sent them on another mission. This time providing them with transport. Ashes was of greater comfort to him and in fact felt like home. Compared to this kind of housing it was also a luxury, but Padawans weren't offered the same budget, time, attention or respect as their seniors.

His head started to pound almost in rhythm to the steady sound of the alarm. Sweat got to the point where it started affecting the attire, and on top of that the heat was enough that Alar could not stand it anymore. Not being able to contain his frustration he rose quickly from the bed and walked towards the heavy door.

“I can't stand this anymore. We are technically trained to handle problems, and the captain might have one right now. I am going to go ahead and check it out. It's up to you whether you join or not.” before he could hear an answer, he pressed the button and with a rasping sound the door slid upwards. Immediately a cacophony of sounds entered the room. After a brief moment of shock, amidst the various low deep sounds he could make out blaster shots, and quickly identified the other sounds as explosions of varying distances from the cabin.

Instinctively Alar stretched out his hand backwards and delving his senses into the force looked for the familiar feel of his light saber. Focusing his mind quickly on it called on the force and pulled it swiftly into his hand. On the other side of the long corridor he was looking into he saw the cantina door slide open and a figure emerge. So naturally he pressed the button to close his own door and looked towards Jera. “We have company.”

Seo Linn | H.A.R.D.L.I.N.E | Darius Sedaire | Eustachya | Tatsu | Kana Mikasa | Redmond Geller

 

[Epistor of Phasekion]

~ Allies: [member="Seo Linn"], [member="Tatsu"], [member="H.A.R.D.L.I.N.E"], [member="Darius Sedaire"] ~
~ Unknown Enemies: [member="Redmond Geller"], [member="Kana Mikasa "]~​

The young woman from Phasekion was intent on not hiding. Even if her aversion to Iamus told her to do nothing else but heed Darius' second suggestion.

Still, the fear and hate of the particular god of bloodshed and violence were emotions impossible to ignore. Thus, she planned to quiet them. "I will facilitate the civilians' escape," she said to either Seo or Darius as their backs moved to face her. "Then I will find you, you have my word." And now she had sworn herself to oath. It was a dirty trick, perhaps, offensive to the Gods, by Pylaris would not forgive a broken oath between mortals.

Picking up her cardigan and shrugging it back on, she returned to the view port behind her once again. There, she knelt to the plain cloth rucksack slumped against the durasteel. For it, she took her golden, dual snake hilt and smooth discus, and hung both at her belt. Then she stood and opted to leave the bag, having taken much of its value already, all but jogged towards the doorway. She lingered in the threshold a moment longer than she maybe should have, but then she did jog off in the opposite direction that the male Jedi had elected to go, feeling the cluster of terrified souls that had locked themselves in their rooms.

 

[Barret]

Barret finally opened his eyes. Although he had intended on meditating through the entirety of the trip, it was in fact extremely difficult to do so through a blaring alarm. Which through the tiny and ill kempt cabin's speakers, sounded exceedingly shrill.

“Define company-” Barret replied, but was interrupted as he felt an unpleasant sensation travelling up his spine, leaving an empty void at the base of his skull.

He sensed death. Despair and fear filled the air in an instant. Barret had never been terribly adept at sensing through the force, so the sheer magnitude filled him with increasing unease.

He rushed to the door and faced Morain. They exchanged a knowing nod before preparing to face whatever might greet them at the other side of the door. The familiar heft of his lightsaber hilt in his right hand, a clear mind, and a steady stance.

He gestured for Morain to open the door leading to the corridor.


[member="Seo Linn"] | [member="H.A.R.D.L.I.N.E"] | [member="Darius Sedaire"] | @Eustachya | @Tatsu | @Kana Mikasa | [member="Redmond Geller"] | [member="Alar Morain"]

 

[Tatsu]

Contact. Gunfire screamed into the corridor, slamming extreme prejudice into durasteel walls. Tatsu returned fire with automatic resolve, steadfast as he angled his EE-11D - a holographic sight allowing him to focus on specific points of his targets as each bolt recoiled into the operative's shoulder. He furrowed his brow behind his helmet, neon green contouring his worldly flesh, scars and imperfections alike. His pores opened, the slight sting of sweat breaking through and trailing down his nose. Adrenaline jolted through his very being, his bones pressing hard against muscle as he tensed and returned fire once again.

Searing agony coursed through his left shoulder as he was struck, yet he knew he needed to press on. He could not die here.

He would not die here.

The clean glimmer of polished metal, the unfamiliar sight of something cared for and maintained being totally foreign to Tatsu - something he took very personally upon boarding the refugee vessel. A reflection of his own neglect and denial. A pain ripped through his chest and poked his heart.

It was all replaced with scorched holes, the smell of war - the acidic bite of sour saliva. This was what he truly was, where he belonged. Tears flooded his eyes as he pushed his body into the corridor, screaming as he unleashed a barrage of bolts into the oncoming squads of hostiles - to his right he rushed into another room occupied by two refugees. He looked at them through his HUD, and yet somehow their shaken expressions met his eyes directly. He turned his attention back to the doorway. They were still coming.

They wouldn't stop, and neither would he.

Not until he stopped breathing.

He slammed his shoulder against the wall and waited, his face twitching from the pain in his body. His breathing heavy and intense.

Flashes of his past came alive before his eyes in the form of hallucinations. How he'd been taught to clear rooms, all the people he gunned down innocent or not. He gave another glance to the refugees and then back to the corridor. Could he change?

He didn't have a choice now.

[member="Barret Jera"] | [member="Eustachya"] | [member="Alar Morain"] | [member="Seo Linn"] | [member="Darius Sedaire"] | [member="Kana Mikasa "]| [member="Redmond Geller"]

 

[Cedric Grayson]

https://youtu.be/aHQrcyerVQQ​

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Meanwhile on the bridge...

The smell of burning ozone poisoned the air, and made the captain's nose curl up with distaste. The carrier's bridge was alight with violence. The last vestiges of the ship's security contingent were fighting desperately to keep the imperials from breaching, but there simply weren't enough bodies to hold back the tide. The captain watched as one of the ensign's was torn in half by a barking spray of gun fire that had come from an imperials' heavy blaster. It was all he could do to desperately clutch his own weapon, his head popping over his control console every few seconds to send volleys of bolts down the bridge's entry doors.

Another scream, another dead comrade. Hot blood spurted from the artery of a desk worker who'd stood too close to an active grenade. It found a new home on the captain's face; the warm-wet sensation brought him out of his combat induced stupor.

Two thoughts were at the fore of his mind.

The first: that the ship was lost, and no matter what action he chose now, this was where he would die.

The second, that the civilians aboard the cruiser might yet be saved. He clung to that thought: even in the face of death, it gave him purpose. The captain scrambled for his controls, desperately punching in an emergency code that would transmit to any New Republic vessels nearby. It was their only hope for salvation.

He spun to join the fight again, only to find the edged point of a vibroblade being shoved down his gullet by an imperial soldier. He gurgled something unintelligible, then died. It was only by the grace of the Force that he had managed to put out the distress signal, but the question remained: would the New Republic answer in time?


Near the cantina...


Darius allowed himself a few calming breaths. His gaze shifted momentarily to [member="Seo Linn"]. It was only then that he realized he knew this woman, though the last time he had seen her she was naught but a young girl. It seemed she had grown into a full fledged Jedi Knight in her own right, something Darius could not be anymore thankful for. He doubted he could hold off the imperials on his own, but another Jedi certainly evened the odds.

"I appreciate it Seo," he gave her a smile, though it was hidden by his mask. Some of his confidence returned as he spoke the words.

A door down the corridor opened. Darius caught a glimpse of two figures ( [member="Barret Jera"] [member="Alar Morain"]) before it closed once again. He chose to pay it little mind, instead turning to give [member="Eustachya"] a nod. "There's a lot more good samaritans on this ship than I was expecting - please don't get yourself killed." He shouted after her as she went on to shepherd the civilians to safety. He paused, keying his comm to speak directly to [member="H.A.R.D.L.I.N.E"]. "See if you can't help that women get as many people out of harm's way as possible. Seo and I will try to keep them at bay."

With that, he turned to answer Seo's final question. A terrible ripple within the empyrean gave him pause however - there was more death nearby, and it was of a particularly violent sort. "They're trying to draw us out by killing civilians," Darius replied, exasperated. "We have to get their attention."

Whatever matters of fear might have been plaguing Darius's mind were entirely forgotten now. The need to save those who were targeted simply for his being here was all encompassing. Wasting little time, the exile charged down the primary corridor, and found himself standing just a few meters away from the imperial death squad.

He watched as [member="Tatsu"] held a group of the soldiers at bay, and took note of the family cowering behind him. It seemed there was at least someone aboard this ship willing to stand against the madness. The exile's gaze then fell upon [member="Redmond Geller"] and his men, just as they cut down a group of unnarmed travelers.

Righteous fury gripped Darius's heart.

"Get away from them!" He roared as he called upon the power of the empyrean, allowing it to flow into his limbs as he charged the squad of men head on, his emerald blade darting this way and that to send blaster bolts back the point of origin. The angle of his run was clear - Darius intended to cleave his blade straight through the leader ([member="Redmond Geller"]).

@Kana Mikasa

 

[Kana Mikasa]

The Second Sister continued her approach, the hunt only fueling her anticipation in dealing with the Jedi. Sensing their presence she moved carefully, allowing herself to be hidden through the Force, as she herself was once taught by Vader that surprise and terror were key to bringing down the Jedi, such was the way of the Inquisitorus She saw what looked to be her target in front of the Purge Troopers, located around the Cantina. Focusing with the Force she felt nothing within the figure and decided cautiously not to engage. With the Purge Troopers going in through force towards the Cantina.

With the Force Signatures she sensed, and with her own well hidden she sneaked through the various corridors, going around the Cantina rather than through to use surprise to her advantage. Striking from behind rather than through the front. Especially when she knew their could be more than one Jedi, while the Purge Troopers were trained in dealing with Jedi, it would be useless to go against a full force of Jedi. She was rather confidant by flanking them from behind she would gain the edge while the Troopers encroached them.

After sneaking around, going along alternate paths that did not lead to the front entrance of the cantina. Death was everywhere, the stench permeating every corner of the ship, screams filled the eerie silence. The Inquisitor relishing in them as she found herself feeling excited. Slowly making her way through the darkness through the corridor's towards one of the side entrances of the cantina, she spotted two of the Jedi ( [member="Alar Morain"], [member="Barret Jera"]) Not far from the Cantina, the Second Sister slowly pulling out her lightsaber from her back, his fingers easily on the activation button. She revealed herself through the dark corridor, as if a phantom hiding in shadow.

[member="Redmond Geller"]
[member="Seo Linn"]
[member="Tatsu"]
[member="H.A.R.D.L.I.N.E"]
[member="Darius Sedaire"]
[member="Eustachya"]

 

[H.A.R.D.L.I.N.E]

Delta

Delta did little for fun, so there was little to distract her when the ship began to shake, bolts began to fly, and bodies began to fall. Little to do except serve her purpose. She was built a fighter, and of course that meant that she did little else, much to the chagrin of her "father" The second she smelled the scorched flesh and ozone she grabbed an SMG off the wall, moving out of the quarters she had been assigned. She needed no orders to do this, so when her master radioed in telling her to help anyone she could, she needed little further prodding.

She made her way down the hallway, towards the nearest fighting she could find, what she found was a familiar face ( [member="Tatsu"] ) protecting helpless refugees against an endless onslaught of soldiers. She closed her eye for a moment before charging into the fray, unleashing a torrent of rounds into the enemy force. She stopped once she reached the doorway, turning her head to face the man standing against the flood.

"Are you ok?" She asked, seemingly paying no mind to the horde of blaster bolts flying down the hallway.

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Hardline

"Feth" Hardline muttered under his breath, upon realizing nobody took the bait.

Plans did not always work, and it seemed these were no ordinary thugs, they knew how to spot bait and follow orders. This was dissapointing, but he honestly hadn't expected the plan to work perfectly anyway. He intended to use a holodroid to fake Darius' death, creating a confusion among the populace, but that wasn't happening now. He sighed as he put the lightsaber into a compartment in his chest, lurking around the corridors to find anyone he could help.

Luckily he wouldn't have to search long as Darius sent a comms message, imploring him to help [member="Eustachya"] save civilians.

Why I would be honored to. He replied.

HARDLINE ran down the corridor, before finally making his way to rendezvous with Eustachya, he uncloaked immediately, waving in greeting.

"Hello Madame, how may I be of assistance?"

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Elisa

Elisa accompanied [member="Darius Sedaire"], shatter-gun in hand and with no fear in her eyes. She would kill anyone who stood in her way, and most likely die in the process. She strongly abhorred violence against civilians, so it took little effort to convince her to take up arms.

"I hope you don't mind me sir Darius, I might not have a fancy lightsaber, but I do have quite the aim." She said, running up behind the man as he confronted [member="Redmond Geller"], unloading a shattergun round into the crowd.

Shatterguns were incredibly deadly weapons, they had speed, spread, and silence on their side, the only problem with their use being that they tended to be rather poor in the ammunition department. After the first shot she popped open the breach of the gun, letting the original shell pop out, before sliding in a new one but moments later.

[member="Kana Mikasa "][member="Barret Jera"] [member="Alar Morain"] [member="Seo Linn"]

 

[Morain]

The amount of death currently taking place on the ship worked like a jammer when it came to sensing anything through the force. It had to be a lot more than this however for anyone to be helpless. Alar reached out before opening the door to better prepare himself for whatever was waiting outside the door. After getting used to the frenzied flow of the force, he started looking for beacons, and found quite a few. The cantina was teeming with them. The force seemed to gather around them in greater strength as if it preferred their presence. Reaching out further he felt another source moving away from the cantina towards the fighting. Finally he felt one that wasn't simply gathering force around him or her. The force twisted in rapid spirals. Tendrils of it futilely trying to get away from the power pulling them towards itself. The mark of a dark jedi.

“I don´t feel like fighting a jedi hunter today. I´ll leave that displeasure to those in the cantina and do a search and rescue type thing instead. You with me?” He said to barret and turning around added in a low voice “Please do not charge that sith.”

Alar opened the door and started charging towards the cantina. Darting a quick look towards the source of dark energy. He saw a slender what seemed to be a woman brandishing a lightsaber in her hand. Alar didn't slow down even for a moment. Not wanting to see what she was really made of and when he got close to the cantina entrance. He took a sharp turn only to see a woman running in front of him.


[member="Barret Jera"] [member="Redmond Geller"] [member="Seo Linn"] [member="Tatsu"] [member="H.A.R.D.L.I.N.E"] [member="Eustachya"] [member="Darius Sedaire"]

 

[Barret]

Barret's stance immediately deflated.

"Why do you always assume I'm gonna do something stupid?" Barret spat out defensively. Morain gave him a knowing look. Barret flushed.

It wasn't that Barret thought he could take on a full fledged sith, but it was just the right thing to do, you know? Even so, he also knew deep down that it was a foolish notion, throwing himself on a sith's blade would serve no purpose, greater or otherwise. The best he could do was to stay alive and facilitate the civilian's escape.

He barely managed to finish his train of thought as the door whisked open with an unpleasant screech, and with it Morain disappeared into the hallway.

Barret didn't hesitate to follow. Out the door and towards the cantina. The unpleasant weight in the back of his head grew more substantial the very instant he left the cabin behind. He had a nasty feeling he was being watched.

Not intending to waste Morain's advice, he hastened his stride. Barret had never been fond of inquisitor tactics, but he bitterly acknowledged he was the least suited to fend off a sneak attack, so he made his best effort to overtake Morain.


Redmond Geller Seo Linn Tatsu H.A.R.D.L.I.N.E Eustachya Darius Sedaire [member="Alar Morain"]

 

[Zynech Oyapa]

Location: Thyferra Orbit

* The Battle of Thyferra was going well, his units were raiding the local bacta surplus very cleanly and the Rebel Warlord that governed this planet was off fighting some Imperial Forces that were raiding the lanes. It was the perfect time for their own little raid, after all he was the one who supplies the false information about the Imperials. He stood on the deck of his flagship and looked between the twisted wrecks of the Freedom Fighters that did their best to fight them off, but it would not hold him back. He was supplying the refugees of the Republic and they often had injuries that needed healing. He did not feel bad about this, after all he had been fighting the other Warlords for the past couple months.

* It was at this time that one of his Commanders ran across the bridge, "General, we got another distress signal from a Republic Transport Fleet, they were attacked by more Imperial Raiders, one of their ships were left behind and under heavy contact."

* Great, in the middle of this operation. The bulk of his military force was protecting the Refugees at Fondor, and the ones that could get away were on the operation. If he had the Republic Fleet here he could help quicker, and the UTC were much farther. He looked at the Commander, "Send a message to the ship, it will take us some time to respond to their need for assistance, we are taking the Flagship, inform the Ground Forces to gather what they can and take the fleet to Fondor, we should have enough Bacta Supply to help a transports wounded.... If they are not dead already."

[member="Alar Morain"] | [member="Barret Jera"] | [member="Redmond Geller"] | [member="Seo Linn"] | [member="Tatsu"] | [member="H.A.R.D.L.I.N.E"] | [member="Eustachya"] | [member="Darius Sedaire"]​

 

[Redmond Geller]

To the Jedi's credit, he was fast. Redmond didn't have the time to squeeze off a shot before the emerald blade cleaved his blaster rifle in two, but Redmond was fast too. In a blur he'd dropped the two useless hunks of metal and sidestepped out of Darius' way. Others might've created a gap, drawn a sidearm and gone for a shot. But not him, not this time. He drove forward, aiming to drive his armored knee into Sedaire's side, hard.

Redmond wasn't just some soldier, his reflexes were faster, his strikes harder, his mind quicker. He was going to rip this Jedi apart.

Meanwhile one of Tango's men dropped to the floor as Eliza's shattergun tore through him, cutting him to ribbons as the weapon caught him point blank, but the woman had made one crucial mistake. She hadn't asked herself if it was possible some of the boarders might be carrying a similar close quarters weapon, which unfortunately for her, they were.

One of the troopers, a clone hailing from the CIC leveled his own shattergun with the woman and squeezed the trigger. The weapon thumped angrily against his shoulder, but the kick wouldn't be enough to throw off his aim.

[member="Seo Linn"] | [member="H.A.R.D.L.I.N.E"] | [member="Darius Sedaire"] | [member="Eustachya"] | [member="Tatsu"] | [member="Kana Mikasa"]​

 

[Kana Mikasa]

The Inquisitor held a predatory smirk upon her lips, she knew the Padawans would run, children always ran. They would lead her to their deaths, the Purge Troopers advancing, the elite troopers were nothing the Jedi had faced, not the typical Sith Trooper or a Stormtrooper for that matter, but trained in dealing with Force Users, death squads of the ODACAI and that of the Imperial Bloc. She knew that they couldn't hold out forever, while she knew from personal experience that Jedi would defend as long as they could, she also knew that they would break sooner or later.

Stepping from the darkness, her hilt stuck close to her hand as she followed the two padawans, death and pain echoed throughout the Force, and the Second Sister drew power from it, a servant of the dark side and an agent of the Sith. She would not stop until her mission was complete even if she died in the process.

She stuck close to the shadows, being completely enveloped by it. The only thing sticking out was the Red Visor that shined through the dark in a dim glow. With the Cantina in front of her as well as the two Padawans she was chasing, she finally ignited her weapon, a sharp hiss sounded followed by the illumination of her crimson blade. Saying in a synthetic tone more machine than that of a young woman through the mask she said as if in a taunt. "The end of the line for the lot of you."

[member="Redmond Geller"]
[member="Barret Jera"]
[member="Alar Morain"]
[member="Zynech Oyapa"]
[member="Darius Sedaire"]
[member="Tatsu"]
[member="Eustachya"]

 

[Cedric Grayson]

There was always something surreal about receiving serious injuries. Darius wasn't certain if it was something all beings experienced, or just something his own mind elected to create. He supposed it didn't matter- the crunch of the plated boot crashing into his thinly-armored chest was entirely unpleasant all the same.

The blow sent him stumbling back into one of the corridor's walls, the air forced from his lungs, and shocking pain radiating throughout his core. It felt as it time slowed - he watched from the corner of his eyes as the Odacai fought the handful of brave defenders seeking to hold their warriors back. He saw the soldier whom had wounded him move fluidly,. despite the weight of his armor, and observed the shattered rifle fall to the durasteel floor in two neat, steaming pieces.

His pain was contained. Training within the Jedi Shadows had taught Darius how to handle extreme trauma. He willed the empyrean's energies to dull the sensations of his nerves, allowing him to continue fighting when other men would have been crippled with agony. This technique was ingrained deeply within the internal systems of his mind, and kicked in shortly after Darius recoiled from the blow. He noted that he likely had several broken ribs with a distance akin to that of a stranger. He noted again that they were not so shattered as to halt his movement entirely, nor had they punctured his lungs - a blessing of the force.

The final thing Darius took note of was the group of men that had taken the opening their commander had given them, weapons raised to put Darius down in a hail of gun fire.

Was this how it was to end? Had he survived all his great trials to meet death here, of all places?

The rifles barked. Streams of laser fire flew toward him at blinding speeds, and it was only with his force-enchanced senses that he could make them all out before they killed him. They fired from too many angles - he could not block them.

There was one other route to survival; one Darius was extremely wary about employing. If there was ever a time to utilize the powers of the Jedi Shadows, it was now. In that fraction of a second between death and life, Darius called upon the empyrean once more. He asked of it only what a Shadow could, and it answered with some hesitation. The soldiers would see a near-blinding flash of green light as Darius seemed to simply disappear, the blaster blots crashing harmlessly into the wall where he had just been standing.

From Darius's point of view, he saw naught but insanity. There was a reason only a handful of individuals in galactic history had managed to travel through the very depths of the empyrean, and that was because it shattered the mind. It was only through intense, lifelong training that a student of the force could attempt such a feat and return unscathed, and it was still not without risk. The exile felt the very atoms that made up his structure rip apart. For a few precious seconds, Darius experienced death as all being did, his unhinged soul adrift in the void of the beyond. Then, he felt a ripping pain as his flesh was rebuilt within a fraction of a second just a few paces behind the death squad.

Silent as the grave, Darius ignited his emerald blade and cleaved straight through the two closest soldiers. A third met a grisly end on the receiving end of a telekinetic blast, his neck breaking with a loud snap as he collapsed limply against the bulkhead.

The exile regarded [member="Redmond Geller"] for a moment, his weapon humming dangerously as he observed the fresh cadavers that now littered the corridor floor.

"You've got a good kick," he spoke, his voice slightly raspy from his injuries. "What's your name soldier? I'd like to know the names of respected opponent before I kill them. There's honor in it."

[member="Kana Mikasa "], [member="Zynech Oyapa"], [member="Barret Jera"], [member="Alar Morain"], [member="H.A.R.D.L.I.N.E"], [member="Eustachya"], [member="Seo Linn"], @Tatsu

 

[H.A.R.D.L.I.N.E]

You see, if there was one thing Elisa wasn't good at, it was surviving for more than a few minutes at a time. In fact, that was her specialty. If she wasn't attached to HARDLINE, she was using near disposable holodroids, and therefore she had little to fear in dying. Elisa smirked as she saw the men raise their weapons, closing her holographic eyes as they tore into the droid. It simply dropped to the floor where it stood, shimmering into its original state, revealing the deception.

HARDLINE felt an intrusion into his mind, however it was an expected and welcome one. He had missed the company of his compaion and having her with him was a wonderful change of pace from searching for refugees to evacuate.

How many did you get this time?

Just one.

I'm dissapointed, with that gun you should have gotten at least three or four.

Sorry, they were too good.

Next time I suppose.

[member="Redmond Geller"] [member="Kana Mikasa "][member="Zynech Oyapa"] [member="Barret Jera"] [member="Alar Morain"] [member="Darius Sedaire"] [member="Eustachya"] [member="Seo Linn"] [member="Tatsu"]

 

[Redmond Geller]

Redmond didn't bother trying to process what he'd just witnessed. When you'd fought against Jedi and alongside Sith you got used to seeing things that didn't seem possible. Growing up in the academy they'd been taught about the laser swords, the telekinesis, the mind control, the lightning, and plenty of other bread and butter abilities employed by the practitioners of the competing religions. It didn't prepare them for the things they saw, or things that were thrown at them. The galaxy was wide, the force and the possibilities for its usage seemed infinite.

Yet, those who wielded it were mortal all the same, and eventually, even if it took eons, they died like everything else. Or at least could be killed.

This Jedi with his strange abilities wasn't any different. Redmond didn't react when his comrades fell, they were expendable just as he was. Forming any kind of attachment would've been stupid of him even if he was capable, of which he wasn't entirely sure. What he was sure of was that he'd do what they couldn't, one way or another, and kill the practitioner of the light.

The leader of the death squad didn't speak, Sedaire's honor meant nothing to him, and not even because it was coming from a dead man. One of the first lessons he'd learned was that honor and all its allure was reserved for those imbued with enough power that they could afford it. Redmond, even with his enhancements, couldn't have afforded it even if he hadn't regarded it as a foolish and antiquated concept.

Both his hands shot across his person, one drew a sidearm from the holster on the side of his kama, the other freed a combat knife from the sheath on his shoulder. The augmentations didn't make him as powerful as some Jedi, but they did make him plenty fast. In a blur he loosed a blast from the pistol, not at Darius, but at a control panel on the wall to his side. The object would explode outward in an instant, showering the Jedi in a spray of sparks that Redmond hoped would throw his target off long enough for the next stage of the play.

He bounded forward over the corpses of the dead, bolting towards the Jedi and sinking down low. The second he came withing distance he let loose, slashes and jabs rained down, a storm of death that targeted the Jedi's stomach, chest, and any anything else that Redmond could reach with his flurry of strikes hungry for blood.

[member="Seo Linn"] | [member="H.A.R.D.L.I.N.E"] | [member="Darius Sedaire"] | [member="Eustachya"] | [member="Tatsu"] | [member="Kana Mikasa"]​

 

[Cedric Grayson]

It seemed his words fell upon deaf ears. Darius had expected as much, but his own moral code forbade him from simply striking down a worthy opponent. Men trained few decades to hone their combat prowess, and it seemed a waste not to acknowledge those skills before meeting them in deadly combat. Unfortunately for Darius, it seemed the soldier did not share his sentiments.

The shower of sparks that fell over the exile did indeed send him stumbling back, courtesy of the distraction speaking had given the soldier. He had not expected just how fast the Odacai warrior was - the soldier was inhuman, his movements almost as quick as a Jedi's. It was only then, as his opponent's weapon fell to end his life, that Darius understood the horror the Sith Empire had unleashed upon the core.

These were not normal soldier; they were as much a threat to a Jedi Knight as a Sith was.

He called upon the empyrean as the combat knife descended toward him. It enhanced his reflexes to match that of his foe, and the exile dodged this way and that, narrowly avoiding the knife's edge as battle raged around them.

A curse spilled from his lips as blood too spilled from a thin gash in his chest. The blow was serious and would need to be treated, but it wouldn't slow him down. He couldn't afford to let it. The knife fell once again, and this time Darius was ready for it.

"It's a shame you chose to work with the Sith. You'd probably make for a great chef. Such wasted talent," his voice was pained from the cracked ribs and the gash in his torso, but he retained his high spirits.

His emerald blade flicked up in a bisecting motion, aimed toward the soldier's knife-wielding hand just above the wrist.

[member="Redmond Geller"], [member="H.A.R.D.L.I.N.E"], @Kana Mikasa, [member="Barret Jera"], [member="Alar Morain"], [member="Tatsu"]

 

[Morain]

In order to push his force sense aside for a bit Alar started focusing on the pounding of his feet against the metal floor of the ship, as well as his own breathing. The hunter didn't seem to take a hint. That they weren't looking to spar with her. Especially since it wasn't exactly one on one. The force sensitive woman in front of them had already helped vacate the rooms along the way. So looking into each and every one was both a waste of time and slowed him down just that tiny bit. The pragmatic reasoning wasn't enough to make him forgo it though.

Shortly Barret came barreling past him with a smirk on his face. He was faster, no doubt. He was also the batter duelist amongst the 2 padawans. Well padawns mostly due to formality that won´t matter all that much if the new republic keeps getting hit like just now. Alar wished to himself that Barret would have done the smart thing and kept behind him. Seeing him duel full fledged jedi knights and winning against most of them, made Barret the better prospect of receiving the first few blows from the overzealous sith chasing them.

Sith usually were overzealous it seemed. Whether it be a soldier of the empire or your regular variety dark force user. Pragmatic Sith were few and far between. The dark side of the force was incredibly tempting. It worked very much like an addiction, This drug made you feel like you faster, better, stronger and even tended to work on how you feel about your personality. Ultimately drawing more of the narcissistic crowd. Alar found this little bit of his own hypocrisy amusing. He too was a narcissist even if it was the self loathing kind, and in truth most of the Jedis he met were on the same boat. Difference of course being that jedis usually drew their arrogance from doing righteous things. Thinking about the darkside made his hunger raise from the little cage he had been desperately trying to contain it in. Futilely it seemed.

Whilst running down the corridor, quickly scanning the rooms he noticed a girl. She was maybe 10-12 years old, waiting for something or someone, or perhaps simply for time to pass and for everything to get less terrifying. Without a moments notice he stopped in his tracks. Reached for the force around her. It was gathering around her fairly densely, which made focusing on her easy. Not thinking of how frightened she was or how shocking or horrifying it will be for her, Alar pulled on the force. Her little body came flying rapidly towards him and then slowed gradually as she came closer to him. In the little time he had to examine the accumulation of force around that child, one thing was certain. She was force sensitive.

“Barret! Catch!” He yelled as he sent her flying towards his partner. As soon as she went flying towards Barret, Alar turned around to face what was inevitably going to catch up to him. The spiraling dark energy made his own little cage start to rattle. This time he will have to give in just a little bit. He grabbed the force around him and forced its flow through himself. The rush was always marvelous. He could feel the flow through his muscles strengthen them, He could feel his confidence growing rapidly, but with all that glory came an equally strong guilt. After all he was wounding the force around him.

Pushing that out of his mind. He ignited his blade. He had grown used to his yellow lightsaber. It was a good weapon, but the rhythmic sound coming from it wasn't as familiar to him or comfortable as he would have liked. He looked to face his predator. “I'm sure we don't have to do this. We can just take off your helmet, go to the cantina. We could have a few drinks, a few laughs and then get to know each other more intimately.” He gave her a confident grin. A little flirting never hurt anybody, or at least so he hoped. “Don't you think that is a much preferable alternative to this exercise?”


Barret Jera Redmond Geller Seo Linn Tatsu H.A.R.D.L.I.N.E Eustachya Darius Sedaire Kana Mikasa

 

[Barret]

With the air rushing past his ears, and blood rushing through them, Barret scarcely heard his name as it was called. He had expected Morain to follow his intentions, if the sith were to strike from the shadows Barret might not have had a chance to retaliate. Swallowing his pride and admitting that to himself had been hard, but admitting that to Morain would be harder. He turned his head in an attempt at giving Morain a look. A look that said 'Look, I'm not any happier about this than you are'.

He turned his head to Morain, stared him in the eye and raised an eyebrow. He turned his head back and slowed down his pace a bit, he only meant to take the lead on the charge after all.

Girl.

Barret's mind stalled for half a second.

Flying.

Barret's mind stalled for another half second.

He planted his left foot into the ground, and instead of simply breaking his stride he raised his right knee with purpose, spinning himself onto his left heel. The girl landed right in his grasp. He let their combined weight carry him down towards the floor. Rolling backwards, with a hand on her head to shield her from the hard ground, he used their momentum to propel himself back on to his feet. He slid a couple paces on the durasteel floor before finally coming to a complete halt.

He looked in the young girls eyes who looked back at him with an even more confused expression than how he felt. Glancing back to Morain an orange glow immediately caught his attention as the light of the two sabers infused the hallway.

Barret's eyes darted frantically back and forth between the impending duel and the young girl, who clung to his robes and was quietly sobbing.

Leaving Morain was not an option, but the girl's presence might prove a dangerous weapon for the sith to utilize. Barret hated making decisions, mostly because he was positively dreadful at them.


Barret cried out, “Morain! The girl!”


Redmond Geller Seo Linn Tatsu H.A.R.D.L.I.N.E Eustachya Darius Sedaire Kana Mikasa @Alar Morain

 

[Tatsu]

Their training was ruthless. The way they moved and fought was a bloody spectacle of ingenuity and dedication. These soldiers - these things, they were murderers. Killers. They did not care for the damage they caused, for it was what their directive called for; extreme prejudice, the extermination of anything that dared to draw breath. Tatsu felt fear for the first time in a long while, a kind of uncertainty and insecurity about his own prowess. He was rusty, his cybernetics unattended for some time and surely needing repairs. Tatsu's gun thumped against his shoulder over and over again as he discharged into the stream of soldiers.

The family still cowering behind him covered their ears and huddled together tightly, their bodies shrunken due to them pulling their limbs and knees inward. They were never going to forget this moment, the time where they were on the very cusp of death. They trembled, their bones alive with shock and trauma; however, what they had before them as a defender was no more a hero than the very things that butchered their way into the refugee vessel. Tatsu understood these monsters, resonated with their skill-set in a way that no other mortal could imagine.

With blaster firmly in-hand, Tatsu continued to deliver covering fire for the others that battled on ahead of him. Many more innocent lives were snuffed out, but Tatsu would do everything within his capacity to defend those on the floor behind him. He would make sure that they live to see another day. Family was something Tatsu never experienced, yet somewhere in his calloused and broken mind, he knew how important it could be. To see another face that accepts you no matter your faults, to embrace open arms with a tenderness that no other euphoria could best.

To have someone to teach you... to be there.

Vibrations continued to push throughout Tatsu's right shoulder, his arms numb and chest tight. His own breathing filled his ears along with the droning of rushing blood.

[member="Darius Sedaire"] | [member="Barret Jera"] | [member="Alar Morain"] | [member="Redmond Geller"] | [member="H.A.R.D.L.I.N.E"] | [member="Kana Mikasa "]| [member="Eustachya"] | [member="Seo Linn"]

 

[Kana Mikasa]

The Second Sister closed in on both of the padawans, her red visor the only vision that had now illuminated the dim hall ways of the passenger vessel. A triumphant smirk graced her scarred face, the hum of her lightsaber, the boy before her had tossed what looked to be a youngling towards the Padawan's friend. Cutting off ways for the Inquisitor to use a hostage, but she was not here to take prisoners. She only wanted one thing from her adversaries and that was their lives.

She let out a laugh as the boy ignited his blade brandishing a yellow saber. A color to which Kana has not seen since the days of the Old Republic in the hands of Jedi Temple Guards. She moved closer, as the boy attempted to distract her with flirtatious banter. They were always so cute before they died anyways. "I think not boy... Besides this is no exercise you will find that out soon enough." She moved closer than anticipation almost killing her.

Than she struck, her crimson blade moving gracefully towards her opponent. With one hand, her style that of Form II moving into close quarters, hoping to gain the advantage she first tried to disarm the Padawan, striking for his weapon arm while utilizing acrobatics, jumping slightly with the Force and attempting to kick him in the chest. Overall testing his skills first.

@Tatsu @Barret Jera [member="Alar Morain"] [member="Darius Sedaire"] [member="Redmond Geller"] [member="H.A.R.D.L.I.N.E"] [member="Seo Linn"] @Eustachya