All Good Things Must Come to an End (Invite only, PM to join)

[Rekha Kaarde]

Bad blood was spilling out everywhere, [member="Sayl Bane"] was letting her brother, [member="Sage Bane"] know exactly what was what in no uncertain terms right down to letting [member="Spark Finn"] go. The woman had come through as far as Rekha was concerned.

Chaos reigns. Slaves were running as fast as their have starved legs would take them Rekha looked around quickly how many blondes could there be around here. Dodging slaves she thought she saw a shock of blonde hair.

She moved as Coren took over and got her Spark quickly. Now things would move either into a blur or into the dreadful slo mo. Rekha spotted [member="Kuryr"] and wondered what he was up to what was his part of this, would he make a move. Rekha drew her blaster, patience was all that was needed.

She pulled from her waist the first of her ideas, just as the intense static charge hit her, knocking her over. She struggled back to her feet feeling like she was drugged.

Without knowing exactly where Coren landed Rekha had only one thought, "[member="Coren Starchaser"] you need to take her back to the ship, and quickly." Timing everything was timing.

The lead in her feet was still an effect of the charge, she could feel some tingling. She had to know that Coren and Spark were near the ship.

 

[Sage Bane]

Over-estimating her brotherly love made Sage unprepared for Sayl's fierce right hook. As her fist connected with his jaw, his head snapped back, but he stood his ground. Dropping his gaze, he rubbed his bruised jaw and faced her with a wicked smile. At least the hit was above the belt, which was a nice change from the place most women tried to punch him.

"Apparently Starkarker and his ilk are worth more to you than your only brother. Your twin. Surprisingly it doesn't hurt my feelings. It only makes me pity you, sister." Sage's self-satisfied grin never left his pale face.

"Train with me, Sayl." he said, reaching out with the Force and attempting to insinuate a subtle, but potent Mind Twist to make his sister see the light. Or in his case, the dark. If his twin did not defend against his psychic attack, she would be consumed with an obsessive yearning to become a student of the dark side under the firm guidance of her brother, of course.

"You'll come to see that the serving the dark side is the only way to better yourself, pateesa."

A shot startled the Sith Lord from his tunnel vision, and out of the corner of his eye he saw him, landing, floating towards the ground on a jump pack of some sort. Coren Starchaser. His favorite playmate. As predicted, Starchaser was here to rescue the girl from the big bad Sith Lord. It was so sweet, Sage could almost vomit. When Coren landed, a shockwave panned out, breaking cracks in the earth, and giving the Sith Lord a sharp electric shock that make his hair stand on end. It only served to anger him and feed the growing dark sided energy that began to swell.

Ignoring the circus around him, the Sith Lord gathered the tumescent energy into his body. A flash of red lingered in his eyes, as the dark side coursed through his veins. His arms shot out as he reached out with thousands of invisible cilia, roping out towards Coren, fibrous tendrils that aimed to wrap around the rogue Jedi with a vice-like constriction and pull him towards Sage. Then, the two could have their final dance.

[member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Sayl Bane"] [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"] [member="Kuryr"]

 

[Spark Finn]

Spark was there. Just an arm's length away from Coren. Even though her vision blurred around the edges and her limbs started to feel like undercooked Calrissian noodles, she could almost reach out and touch him.

But something furry snatched her up, a cathar as a part of Kuryr's vanguard. Muddled mind tried to make sense of why Coren was getting farther away instead of closer. Limbs flopped around as she squinted beyond her furry chariot's shoulder.

"Bnooo. Moreeen!!!!!"

Feth. The drug must've been having a weird reaction with the force collar drugs already in her system. Hello slurring speech patterns. Then, the blond, drugged-up slicer saw the most beautiful thing ever. Coren was flying.

#dreamy #didijustthinkhashtagdreamy???

Eyelids struggled to remain open as her mind continued to fog. Things blurred. Her furry chariot toppled. A sharp static struck through her muddled mind and limbs like lightning and with a clunk, clink, clunk her two restraints and force collar hit the dirt-covered ground.

Pushing away from the struggling cathar, the technopath wobbled to her feet and teeter-tottered the one-two steps that separated her and Coren, crashing into him. He was still a little blurry. Her mind was still muddled. She was covered in dried Acklay blood and a week's worth of grime. She didn't smell like Sunflowers. But she didn't care. Her arms were encircled tightly around the back of his neck and she wasn't letting go unless some outside force tore them apart.

#sithhappens

[member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"] [member="Kuryr"] [member="Sayl Bane"] [member="Sage Bane"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

This whole situation was out of hand. Too many people, too many variables. This was going to get tricky. He landed hard and the armor was there to make sure it was harder than he could land. The blast? Well, that was just luck. Enough adrenaline and purpose flowing through Coren that it dissipated into the battlefield as it had. With explosive results. He was unaware of the fight going on between twins, but Sayl hitting Sage? Hell yeah! That twin could fly with him anytime.

The changing circumstances though, that made this whole mission a bit more complicated. Sith and pirates. Both of Coren’s personality aspects found this to be a target rich environment. Anti-Sith and Warden of the Sky? Yeah, he was going to have a field day here. Or he could, depending how it goes, and so long as people who really loved NPCs didn’t show up.

Yeah.

He had to get Spark out of here, he had to get Sage so he couldn’t get out of here, and he had to make sure he knew who these pirates were so he could end their thoughts of winning anything in the galaxy. He felt Spark hug him as he came more to himself after the shockwave was released. The Corellian knew what was coming. He looked to Spark, the viewport of his helmet open, he wanted to see her, make sure she was fine. “Ship. Now.” Was all he said.

Mission centric.

The pull yanked him away from Spark, but Coren was ready. Pulling the Force that was being used against him into him, drain/absorb/Force being fancy and not defined by powers wise, he was using the momentum to twist himself, he’d hopefully hit the ground in parkour-style-roll that would put him within close range of Sage in order to hit the bastard.

Armored fist.

Hard.

[member="Sage Bane"]
[member="Sayl Bane"]
[member="Spark Finn"]
[member="Rekha Kaarde"]
[member="Kuryr"]

 

[Kuryr]

The deal had come unraveled faster than it had been made. The sith in all of his pompous glory had led his enemies right to hom. And right to the camp full of slave.

He watched as the newcomer jumped and there was a flash of light, and growled in anger as the collar that was supposed to keep his new slave from using the force dropped away in a flash of fried circuitry. He watched the bony girl go running towards to armored figure. He sighed and moved forward. He saw another figure and he smiled. He pulled out his pistol and aimed it at [member="Rekha Kaarde"]. If they were going to attack him at his base of operations, they would pay for it.

It was then that he noticed that the bony girl was alone again. He had just the thing for runaways. He was going to have to be careful and not forget about the rest of the people causing trouble. But if this single girl could be the cause of all of this trouble, then he would find a way to hold on to her. It was easy enough to reach out with the force, sending an invisible claw that would grab her and pull her back towards him. She was leverage, and he would have her, these intruders would pay for attacking him. He only hoped that the Sith survived, they would need to have a few words.


[member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Sage Bane"] [member="Sayl Bane"]

 

[Sayl Bane]

A telekinetic pulse sent her flying before she had time to think, and Sayl landed on her side with a pained grunt, the impact momentarily stunning her. No time had been allotted to enjoy the satisfaction that came with the feeling of her fist connecting with her brother's jaw, though that by itself was its own reward. For a moment she lay on the ground, almost unnaturally still, but slowly she pushed herself to her feet with a grimace. The strike hadn't come from [member="Sage Bane"], but rather the other that had been with him, now revealed as another Force sensitive. Once again another variable had been added to the conflict, as if any of them needed another imminent danger.

Clenching her jaw, she sent out her own tendrils of the Force towards [member="Kuryr"]'s feet, attempting to trip him up and perhaps turn some element of the fight in their favor. Her weapon had been knocked from her grasp in the fall, and she eventually located it, bending over to palm the blade and ignite it once more. Once more she focused her attention entirely on her twin, not moving to engage him, content to allow [member="Coren Starchaser"] to settle whatever scores he may have had. This wasn't about hurting her brother anymore. That was just an added bonus. No, it was about knocking some sense into him rather literally.

Unbeknownst to her a mental suggestion had been planted in her subconscious, twisting into her thoughts while she was still stunned and therefore unable to muster any sort of mental defense. However, it didn't surface quite so blatantly, her own stubbornness due in part to most of that resistance. No, she managed to convince herself that the uncharacteristic thoughts in her head were entirely of her own rendition, rather than cause of any sort of outside influence. Perhaps it was due to the close bond she shared with her brother, or her own beliefs that she wouldn't fall quite as easily as Sage himself had.

"I said let her go, winbekhia." Hopefully that insult would catch his attention where nothing else could. "You're letting them all go." Her eyes flashed crimson in sporadic, second long bursts. This was about more than the capture of [member="Spark Finn"]. It was about her brother joining the Sith in the first place, and about the enmity that had surfaced between the two siblings in their time apart, though that could have just as easily been entirely one-sided on her part. "If you let them walk away, I'll join you. Just let them walk away." Her gaze cut briefly to Coren, one word evident: Don't.

[member="Rekha Kaarde"]

 

[Sage Bane]

The Sith Lord's eyes flashed red at Sayl's grievous insult. If she was going to train with him, his first order of business would be wiping that word from her vocabulary.

"Sith Lords don't take orders from street rats, sis."

Sage gave her a casual shrug, but in his eyes were razor-sharp daggers of discontent. Although enraged by his sister, Sage found himself torn. On the one hand there was his glorious Starkarker murder. On the other hand, his sister was agreeing to train with him if he didn't partake in said murder. He still wasn't exactly sure what motivated Sayl to want to see the two rogue Jedi go free, but he was fairly certain that once he started indoctrinating his beloved sister, that Sayl would come to see how erroneous her decisions here on Korriban had been.

Then, they'd all look back and laugh.

Unfortunately, Sage simply wasn't in the mood for compromises. Not to mention Coren Starchaser was hurling towards him like a wayward meteor as a result of his Force pull, and the Jedi Master's Phrik gauntlet was aimed right for his face. Right before the moment of impact, Sage's three ampthistaves burst from their banelith masquer with a triumphant chorus of hissing. The trio of serpents whipped out to wind their bodies around the other man's gauntlet, aiming to forcefully grab him before he landed the punch. If the black, leathery Vong biot wasn't stopped, it would slam him towards the ground with preternatural fury.

As his arms were reaching out to give Coren one of his special Bane hugs, a snarl crossed his lips. The Ataru practitioner struck out quickly with his red blade. The sharp upwards lunge would seek out his armpit, hoping to injure some part of him that was left unprotected by the joint where the two thick pieces of armor met.

[member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Sayl Bane"] [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Kuryr"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"]

 

[Spark Finn]

#sithhappens #pirateshappen

Coren and Spark probably jived so well because they were both mission focused. She knew that tone of voice. She recognized that hard glint in his blue eyes. Their eyes connected and she nodded, curtly.

Just as quickly, he was ripped away. She staggered, no longer hugging that support. Mind fought to clear the rest of the drugs from her system and sharpen up those blurry edges. Speckled-face turned to Rekha as she took a wobbly-step toward her friend. Her crew. The woman who was becoming like a sister. And that was saying a lot, coming from the very practical and rarely emotional Spark. The blond was maybe five yards away. Lips parted.

"Rek-aaaAAAhhhhgssssp," air rushed from her lungs as she was invisibly plucked from the ground. Glasses fell down her freckled-nose and eyes widened as she saw her collision with...with....Kuryr. She flopped like a fish out of water.

Reaching for the force, she struggled to put up a shield. But everything felt fuzzy. She needed just a little more time to work the remnants of the drug out of her system. Doing the next best thing, she angled her elbow out for a collision path to smack against the Taung's leathered-face as his pull brought her to boom-smack against him.

"Rekha," she yelped.

She needed some of that saucy Corellian help right now.

#helpmebeatalizard #girlsrule

[member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"] [member="Kuryr"] [member="Sayl Bane"] [member="Sage Bane"]

 

[Kuryr]

The fighting was becoming fierce, the jedi and the sith were engaged in their own private war, leaving Kuryr to deal with the rest of the rescue party AND the wayward slave. He would have to have a talk with [member="Sage Bane"] about the pricing. This definitely went above and beyond the call of duty. He wanted to be compensated with more than a half starved slave. As he was pulling the skeleton of a slave towards him, he felt something tangle up his feet. He managed to keep his hold on the girl and she rocketed towards him and he saw her coming right at him, elbow out and that's when he lost his footing, crashing to the ground, a protruding rock pushing the air out of him as he landed.

The bony blonde would crash to the ground near enough for him to make a play for her. With focus and determination he managed to get to his feet again, lashing out with his electrowhip towards the girl named Spark. If it managed to hit her the electricity would be more than enough to make all of her nerve endings cry out in pain. He was dealing with so many new things that he was sure that he would hit, but he had no idea just how effective the drugs in her system would be now that she had her ability to use the force back. During his fall he had lost sight of the last little troublemaker, the one he had originally shot at. He glanced around for her but tried to keep track of the supposed sister and his skeleton of a slave in the process. He wondered why it was that Sage felt it was acceptable for him to deal with all of the cannon fodder while the main event was one on one. He turned and saw the sister, and he sent two rounds from his slug thrower her way, just to keep her honest, he was beginning to regret ever taking the call from the chiss.

[member="Spark Finn"] | [member="Sayl Bane"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Rekha Kaarde"]

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

[SIZE=12pt]There were reactions across the yard, [member="Sage Bane"] seemed to have done something to get [member="Coren Starchaser"] to be dragged towards him, while if she had heard correctly [member="Sayl Bane"] had just said she’d join her brother, what the farkle?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Then there was [member="Kuryr"] who was after [member="Spark Finn"] again.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]FETH!!![/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Rekha had to choose, the lone non force user in the bunch. Choose Kaarde!!! Rekha heard her name uttered from the wayward nerdy blonde Spark, and with that she had no choice she had to go over Spark. Rekha pushed with her left foot against the ground and started running, Blaster rose up, and she saw Kuryr fall to the ground.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Rekha, the woman from Kelada had more sauce than the Corellians. “HEY BUG EYES!” yep, that wasn’t the worst thing she could have called him. What Rekha had on her could not be used as long as anyone was close proximity of the opposition.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]She decided to be ridiculous and shoot a few shots at the ground surrounding Kuryr, “Don’t you touch my friend” She was closer now she could almost reach out and grab Spark.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]“Come on Sparky, I want to go home and ride a thranta again” Rekha reached out trying to grab her shoulder…had to pull her back far enough..[/SIZE]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Too much was going on. This was why Coren Starchaser kept to living on starships. Too many people were on planets. It got crowded and mucked up everything. The Force, the way things were supposed to be and peoples own freedoms. Had he known that [member="Sayl Bane"] was going to make a heel-turn on the Force, he wouldn’t have brought her here. Sacrificing herself for people she barely knew? No. There had to be a way out of this. Sure, he was focused on the ‘good’ twin who he only recently became acquainted with, but right now? She was directly involved where he was.

He gave [member="Spark Finn"] her order. Get to the ship. Get clear of this world. Meet up with the other of Coren’s Angels, [member="Rekha Kaarde"] and find their way off world, to the Underground network, and find a way to handle the Sith. If Coren was going to make it, he’d find them, he was one of the impromptu leaders of the Underground, it seemed. No, he wasn’t Merrill, but he was doing a lot to try to free up the galaxy.

Coren trusted the Kelada woman with his life. She was going to do what was right, and he knew that. He needed her around. But right now? He wasn’t focused on the fight the two women were going to be getting into with @Kuryr. No, he was focused on the Bane Twins. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to fight Sayl, but taking down [member="Sage Bane"]? That was what he was bred for.

Not relying on any form of lightsaber combat here should throw the Sith off as Coren came out of his roll. Snake arms like some form of bad hentai and a lightsaber. This was going to hurt, but he was hoping for the best. The man was internally coming up with threat warnings. Lightsaber first, cheap Vong biot second. Clearly people weren’t reading the specs on the OMICRON SPYMASTERhttps://youtu.be/hnqNbz5ZZIM?t=120. He moved to swing his arm, to catch the lightsaber on the phrik armor’s forearm, focusing on blocking the lightsaber.

Kinetic energy would hit his shielded armor from the Vong biots, and then the FUN would begin as the Echani Shield used in the Vanguard class to pulse. It might not harm Sage physically, but who knew with his hentai arms, but it’d cause a light show as most shields did.

Coren was using the shield like he used the back element, for shock value. He’d be on the floor, for sure, but as soon as he saw an opening, he’d go for a leg sweep of Sage.

Its called mixed martial arts, its been around for three weeks now.

 

[Sayl Bane]

"Sure, Sith Lords don't take orders from street rats. What about ciken?" No time was given to regret that insult before a slugthrower was fired her way, and twice no less. Ethereal senses and instinct both warned her to move, preferably before she was killed. Despite her best efforts a bullet still made contact with her outer thigh, her left leg collapsing beneath her from the force of the weapon and the pain itself. Brought to one knee Sayl ground her teeth to stop from crying out, clawing through the fog that clouded her head to project the same pain she was feeling onto her brother, hoping to at least slow him down.

Her breath hissed through her teeth as she stood, gingerly attempting to put weight on her injured leg. It nearly gave out once more, but she forced herself to remain standing. There would be no giving up, no easy way out this time. Whether she liked it or not, she was in this for the long game. Reaching out with the Force she called her saber back into her hand, igniting the blade and spinning it once. "C'mon, ugly, let her go." Slowly she began limping towards [member="Kuryr"], stopping when she was meters away. "This is a fight you're going to lose. Think you can beat three Force users at once?" As if to demonstrate she attempted to trip him once more, this time a touch more violently.

Inwardly she was already prepared for [member="Sage Bane"]'s reaction to her earlier insult, knowing it would be far less well-received than her first one was. If there was one word he despised, it was that. It went deeper than the surface meaning, into his past as an addict turning tricks in order to get more glitterstim at the end of the day. The twins' past was far from the greatest in the galaxy, and the two had a childhood that, well, wasn't much of a childhood at all. A sore subject for them both, and one he took to arguably in the worst manner. The last time speaking to him like this had earned her a necklace of bruises and a near-death experience. Only time would tell what rewards this would reap.

Taking a moment to center herself she touched on [member="Coren Starchaser"]'s mind, speaking to him through telepathy, "Kick him where it counts. Trust me, he won't be expecting that. It'll take him down for a good few seconds, you should know that better than me." She had done it herself a few times when the two of them were still living in the orphanage together on Nal Hutta. Some times because he deserved it, others because the reaction it elicited was amusing in certain scenarios. Sibling love certainly was a strange, tenacious thing.

[member="Rekha Kaarde"], [member="Spark Finn"]

 

[Sage Bane]

Sage's lightsaber crackled and sparked as Coren's impassable gauntlet pounded against its brilliant edge. The impact of Phrik on plasma blew his saber right out of his hand, disarming him of his red blade. The Sith Lord's amphistaff attack fared even worse against Starchaser's kinetic shielding, the innumerable pulses of his energy shield blasted Sage, writhing snakes and all. The red dust of Korriban coated his black robes as he sprawled backwards with a crack and rolled in the dirt. Coren's leg sweep would at this point simply be overkill. However, Sage was down, but not out. His next attack was launched from the ground on which he lay.

His expression one of an obsessed, raving lunatic, Sage gathered what Force he had left in him after his pull, and extended both arms, sending out invisible claws, scrabbling towards Coren. The dark side claws would snake right through the armor, seeking to penetrate Starchaser's flesh, and sickeningly grope at his warm insides. The Force wound attack aimed to wrap the Dark Side around two very vital organs in the Force adept's body, his heart and his appendix. If the phantom hands found these two choice bits of slippery meat, they would begin to squeeze them like delicate balloons until they popped.

The attack took the Sith Lord's full concentration, so Bane was only vaguely aware of his sister's high-pitched insults. Even the pain that she tried to project into him did not sway his course to full throttle Starkarker destruction. However, the half-Chiss twin vowed that if he made it out of the fight alive, with his sister as his prize, she would certainly have to watch her tongue around him. At this point, he had half a mind to simply cut it out of her mouth.

[member="Sayl Bane"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"] [member="Kuryr"]

 

[Spark Finn]

"GaheEEeep," the yelp left her mouth as the invisible force pulling her toward the macho-lizard dude suddenly ceased. The ground rushed up to meet her and she did her best to tuck and roll. Dirt and rocks splashed into the air around her as she hit that hard, red earth.

#bruiseslater #sleepforaweek #shouldabeenagymnast


The blond staggered to her feet as the flash of movement from the pirate's weapon caught her eyes. She pushed back the fuzzy blanket of the drugs and.....THERE. Techno-brain dove into the controls of his weapon as it lashed toward her, manipulating its circuits so that if successful, it would short circuit the weapon. Unfortunately, she didn't have time to do anything about the whip's trajectory.

"No," she growled.

A sudden tug on her shoulder and she felt Rekha there, pulling her back. Instead of the whip wrapping around her slender waist, the very end hit across her stomach, leaving a nice, lashing welt and new hole in her shirt. She staggered to kneel on the hard earth and doubled over in pain.

Another chick showed up. Omgee. Did Coren already find a replacement angel???? At least she seemed like she was on their side.

"Yo, lizard dude. You owe me a new shirt." That little bit of courage was back with the girl power. "Leave now and I won't try to shock you with your own whip."

There was a little tremble in her voice in those last words but the threat was real.

[member="Sage Bane"] [member="Sayl Bane"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"] [member="Kuryr"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

This world was full of darkness and fire. They were the least of his worries. Trained by a now defunct Dark Jedi Order that was designed to keep the balance between the Sith, the Krath, the Nightsisters and a variety of Dark Jedi forces, he was part of the balance, he was the fence in the darkness, not quite the yin in the yang, or the yang in the yin, just darkness to fight darkness. He was the controlled fire one would use to stop a wildfire. And that was exactly what mind set he had whenever he was coming against the Sith, or pirates. He knew their tactics because he lived those lives, and he knew how to stop it.

Sometimes he had to be worse than the forces he was fighting, but in this situation? The ends justified the means. Very clearly.

Welcome to the new age.

The red lightsaber was out of his face, thank the Force and Firemane (shout out to [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] and her awesome development thread assistance) for this armor. The phrik on top of the Echani shield were more than enough protection for this situation. It knocked [member="Sage Bane"] away long enough for him to swipe the Sith monstrosity onto the ground. Level the playing field. There were certain fields, though, that Coren couldn’t level.

And that meant he needed to be creative. He could feel the Force coming at him like a wave from the Sith and he rolled to get himself up onto his feet. That was when the dark side grabbed him. And the man went down to one knee, hands on the ground. Falling into himself, he was looking for the flow in the Force, looking for the way to break this power, the way it had a hold on him.

Coren had been training in the Force since the last time that he and Sage Bane had gone mano y mano, and that included working with the Levantine Sanctum and their Force users. It was true, Coren was knocked a bit away from the dark side, but he was learning the tactics he needed, the powers to pull the dark side from this galaxy. And sometimes that meant pulling the dark side into him. He was trained in drain, but moving away from the dark side, based on the choices he had made, helping people and stopping the dark side, the outward drain was starting to become lost to him. He was one of those neutrals in the Force, and as a result, Coren was losing the powers that were the Force destroying life, able to manage lightning in a similar form of bastardized way the New Jedi Order was able to, a net of energy to stop a foe, or to blast technology. What he was able to learn was a trick that was very similar to drain, but it wasn’t quite perfect.

It was absorb, and he was not able to connect to it. He was reaching out in the Force, trying to grab the attack coming from Sage, but he was writhing in pain. It was taking his concentration to hold the Force around him, but he wasn’t able to get the shield up and the energy was attacking his organs.

He needed to get on top of this set, he needed to get his head above water.

[member="Rekha Kaarde"]
[member="Kuryr"]
[member="Sayl Bane"]
[member="Spark Finn"]

 

[Kuryr]

Frustration showed visibly on his face, he wasn't sure why ALL of Coren's Angels decided to attack him like he was holding the last dress on a clearance rack, but they were. He managed to dodge the blaster bolts that peppered the ground in front of him, and while he did remain standing from a second force attack from the girl with the lightsaber, his whip shorting out pissed him off the most. He saw the minute damage it did and he felt like crushing the handle in his hand. He was starting to see why the pompous sith lord had wanted her gone so badly. He dropped the ship and gathered up the force again and sent a wall of force at the bony girl and her companion. As much as he wanted her close to him to use as a hostage, she was already annoying him and with the collar just off of her he was betting on her being too weak to stop it, well he hoped anyway. He had more than enough targets to deal with one way or another.

He glanced over at the sith and the other attacker and saw that they were fighting themselves to a standstill, something that annoyed Kuryr even more. Some sith lord this is, he thought to himself as he turned to the last of the attackers, the one that had been talking in the beginning. The one that wanted to switch sides, but had a poor way of showing it. "For someone that is working with the sith here, you sure have a poor way of showing it." His eyes drifted to her blade before meeting hers again. " Be a good little girl and let the grown ups do the talking." He brought the force to him again and focused it in that tiny spot in her throat that she needed to remain open to breath. He wasn't the most proficient with using this technique but he was sure enough in himself that he would be able to squeeze her airway closed and keep her out of the fight for the moment. should it work properly he might just get a chance to assess the situation and find the best way to deal with the gnats that kept flying at him.

[member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Sage Bane"] | [member="Spark Finn"] | [member="Sayl Bane"] | [member="Rekha Kaarde"]

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

[SIZE=12pt]Coren’s Angels[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=12pt]Episode The Big Tap Out[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=12pt]Something hit Rekha and sent her flying backwards, now she liked flying but she liked control and this was the absolutely absence of control.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=12pt]She hit the dirt and rolled for a moment she laid there getting her breath back, and just as quick got back up, covered in dust, dirt, and now not happy. She had shot at the ground to scare him off, well that had not worked.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]This time she’d have to do something more. She had wanted this for something else but NOOO he couldn’t be a good sith ([member="Kuryr"] ) and be scared and run off nope. He had to push buttons, and uses that force thing.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Rekha looked over at [member="Spark Finn"] and made her way over to her, Rekha looked for [member="Coren Starchaser"] and [member="Sage Bane"], as well as where was [member="Sayl Bane"] how were they faring in all of this. “Spark, you able to run?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Rekha pulled from her belt one of the two grenades she had brought with her, “I’m going to do something rash, you get to the ship, if you can, and if you can’t you need to be going that way and I will catch up” She didn't wait for an answer[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Rekha took that deep breath that she so often needed when she was preparing to do something she knew to be insane and stupid all at the same time. Leaving Spark to head to the ship Rekha headed towards Kuryr she needed to be a little closer because she couldn’t throw that well. At least not one of these.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Rekha pulled the pin, “HEY YOU! CATCH!!!” Rekha counted the first few seconds off it would take 5 seconds for it to go off, 1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi, she pulled her arm back, 3 Mississippi and threw 4 Mississippi it was over where he stood, 5 Mississippi - explosion [/SIZE]

[SIZE=72pt]BOOM[/SIZE]​

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one sticky grenade explodes​

 

[Spark Finn]

Even padawans could construct a force bubble and it was one of Spark's fall-backs. She had gotten really good at it. Just ask Sage's snake arms. However, she was wiped and MORE than spent. Invisible energy began to crackle in front of her but it wasn't fast enough. A force knocked her back. She felt an elbow go into her side, probably Rekha's.

For a moment, her small-form remained un-moving on the blood-red earth of Korriban.

She heard Rekha and nodded numbly, picking herself up. Running. Ship. Something crazy.

#NEEDASHOWER #sleepforamonth #needsomepainkillers #Missmydatapad

Blue-eyes focused on Coren and Sage across the compound. Stomach lurched. The warden needed help.

She was in no shape to go up against lizard-man. And Rekha and mystery woman chick could fething handle themselves. If she got to the ship, she'd be stronger and she could sure as FETH help Coren.

#fethFETHfethFETH

Blond-hair streaked wildly behind her as she broke for the ship. Hang on Coren. Hang on. HANG ON.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM.

She didn't even look back. Her eyes were focused on powering up the ship and setting the weapons systems to Sage. Her trust that the others weren't dead was behind her. The ship began to power up and the guns rotated with a gentle but firm nudge from her mind through the force.

[member="Rekha Kaarde"] [member="Kuryr"] [member="[member="Coren Starchaser"]"] [member="Sage Bane"] [member="Sayl Bane"]

 

[Sage Bane]

The explosive world around Sage was a void, a dark, endless spray of nothingness, except for one red pulsing light, blinding his vision. His obsessive hatred for Coren Starchaser. Or maybe it was love for Coren Starchaser. After all, love and hate could not exist without their dichotomous twin. Some galactic scientists even said that the same brain activity that lights up when one feels romantic love is the same circuitry that lights up when one is planning an aggressive attack. Either way, there was a very thin line between the double fires that drove him on. Passion that was more powerful than alchemy or sorcery. The broken heart. The widow's pain. The suicide note. A lover's cry. These were the ingredients that filled the arsenal of Sage's best weapons.

A flush spread across his pale face as Sage felt unadulterated pleasure from his attack on Coren. With his hooks in Starchaser's body, the Sith Lord felt connected to everything Coren felt, and the sensations were heady. There was resolve left in the other man, but mostly just pain.

As he continued to squeeze, Sage rose to his feet, his stance revealing a faint limp. His chest huffed as he continued compressing his grip, invisible fingers throttling Coren's vital organs. A blood vessel burst in his forehead, its purple stain speckling out underneath his skin. Sage's mission was clear in his gnashed teeth and burning red eyes. Absolute destruction of his foe, the antagonist Sage loved to hate. Starchaser. Nothing less would do.

[member="Spark Finn"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Sayl Bane"] [member="Rekha Kaarde"] [member="Kuryr"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

[member="Sage Bane"] | [member="Sayl Bane"] | [member="Spark Finn"] | [member="Kuryr"] | [member="Rekha Kaarde"]

There were a few constants in this galaxy. The few that Coren could recognize on a daily basis were simple and many, that someone would always find a way to rebuild a TIE fighter from scratch, that women pilots were at the same time sexy and terrifying, that human stupidity would outweigh the intelligence in the galaxy, that Selectivists were going to futher annoy the Techno Union, OOC threads never accomplished anything good, and no matter how you tried to desexify something, it was going to be someone else’s fetish. Like a Taung slave lord.

But at this moment? The only constant for the man known as Coren Starchaser was pain.

Unbridled, burning, fiery pain. He was not the type who would allow anyone to have been captured by the Yuuzhan Vong, he was known to assist his own men to the clearing at the end of the path (say thank ya) before they could be subjected to those horrors. He himself had experienced it once, apparently. That was before his mind was wiped. The datacron filled him in that it was him having been gone for two weeks before the ‘Birds mounted an unsanctioned rescue mission from under their Imperial commander’s nose.

Those memories were lost to him, as were more than he cared to try to think about from before his cryonap and him waking up to help the Fringe Federation push the enemy back. The earliest memory he had was of his late ‘wife’s’ mismatched eyes. But they weren’t what had kept him up as of late.
What kept him focused on finding this sorry excuse for a Sith were always behind glass. It was odd, but he, in this moment could actually admit that. He knew what had kept him going, what brought him to this forsaken cemetery world and what threw him into conflict with the monstrocity. Into the pain he was feeling himself in now.

Into the drowning sensation he was finding.

What he was feeling.

What he was failing to grasp.

As he sank.

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ

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But this was Coren Motherfething Starchaser. He was a Force Master trained once by a Sith Lord and the Hand of Krath to combat the darkness in the galaxy. He had mastered skills most wouldn’t even consider because his mission was specific. His mission was to stop the darkness in the galaxy, prevent it from being over taken, force everyone into balance.

He was supposed to keep going. He was the one who needed to find a way to be brought to life. The Force would keep him alive as he was more skilled with moving energy; life force and just the general energy that balances between each and every one of the members of that galaxy far far away. He knew ways to shunt out the Force from destroying him, when he was expecting it, he knew how to use the Force to freeze others, and prevent them from doing further damage.

The trick was waiting for the life raft. The Jedi taught patience, but the Jedi never knew what they were looking for. Coren Starchaser was a Master of the Force, he knew how to work it to his advantage, shape it to his own needs, all he needed was the hook. And his hook, as much as he was feeling the pain in his body, the pain in his organs, was that connection he and Sage Bane had manifested many moons ago. The one where they had a backstage pass to one other’s minds.

When Sage dug further into the attack that he had wrought on the Corellian, that was when Coren could feel what Sage was after. He could pull himself away from his body, and at this point, Coren could just as easily and detachedly watch his body writhe and his organs fail. Or he could work to do something against it.

And that was when the pull came.

The Force, it was flowing strong from Sage, and the knock into the mind, that gave Coren the time to detach himself, to find the Force, and to shape it. Pulling it around himself, much like one would find a blanket, or in the worst cases, a Tauntaun when the going got rough. This was how the Force was finding the pilot, how it was finding the explorer. A protective cocoon of the Force to do its best to stop the onslaught of the destruction.

But it doubled. Starchaser was a student of the drain, and while he was using the Force to pull the attack in, he was reaching out, through the pain, and into that river of anger that Sage was displaying, and pulling. Forcing the Sith Lord to give more of his own reservoir of the Force, into that blanket of an energy sink that was surrounding Coren.

The member of the Underground started to find himself back in his body, detached but in control. Steadying his hands he pushed up from the ground, working to find a knee, then a second, and his left food flat on the ground as he looked up at Sage, turbulent waters clear in his gunslinger-blue eyes as he looked at the Sith.

“Bring it.”