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

[Sayl Bane]

Apparently the retaliation received this time would be the same as the last. Invisible fingers of the Force were already closing around her throat, cutting off her breathing at a steady pace. Gathering energy in her core, Sayl sent a burst of the Force towards [member="Kuryr"] in an attempt to dislodge his invisible grasp from about her windpipe. That was, of course, before [member="Rekha Kaarde"] set off her grenade. Just in time as well, as her focus was waning thanks to the bloody hole the bullet had torn in her outer thigh. There was only a certain amount of pain she could undertake before her concentration collapsed and she wasn't capable of fighting back any longer. But she refused to let herself falter. She couldn't.

Of course, being thrown backwards by the explosion didn't exactly assist in improving her physical condition. A crude, makeshift, shimmering shield of the Force was just beginning to manifest itself in front of her before the grenade was detonated and she was sent flying. Hitting the ground at full speed was something she immediately decided she didn't want to experience again in her life. Immediately a searing pain assaulted her nerve endings, crimson welling up in her mouth, a molar or two being knocked loose thanks to her impact with the Korriban dirt. A singular cough was her only immediate reaction, and she slowly rolled onto her side, right hand clenching into a fist.

Her breathing was unsteady, inhales and exhales equally ragged, but she forced herself to remain conscious. Numerous small lacerations were scattered about her back, right arm, where most of the impact had been suffered. Dirt covered her clothing, smudging on her face as well, and for all intents and purposes her appearance was entirely disheveled. But looking good was the farthest thing from her mind at this point. Survival was prominent, and she wouldn't be making it if she didn't somehow make her way into a standing position in the next few minutes. It would have been easier if everything didn't hurt so much. Kark. Kark. Kark.

With a pained grunt she pushed herself to one knee, that by itself a momentous task. Her weapon lay meters away, nearly forgotten. A white hot flash of pain momentarily obscured her vision, a heady dizziness accompanying it. Working past it she stood with one final heave, stumbling slightly to one side. Raising her right hand her saber flew into it, igniting before the hilt slapped into her palm. Spitting blood to the side she was surprised, for a moment, as to just how she remained standing even after all of that. Willpower certainly was an amazing thing. Or maybe it was just her desire to kick [member="Sage Bane"]'s teeth in, though it seemed [member="Coren Starchaser"] was giving it his all already.

There was a moment of hesitation before she sent her yellow blade flying towards her brother's midsection, a spur of the moment attack that would hopefully force him to make a decision between continuing his attempted murder of Coren or not dying. If his instinct of self-preservation was anything like it had been in the past, he would hopefully momentarily forget his enmity with Coren. Hopefully. Carefully she touched on Sage's mind once more. "What did I say about letting them go? I didn't think you wanted to lose me so badly, Sev."

[member="Spark Finn"]

 

[Kuryr]

He was so intent on maintaining his choke hold on the weird enemy that he didn't even notice the grenade until it was the last possible moment. He jumped back, and as the explosion went off he was throws another few meters, landing hard and expelling all of the air in his lungs. He rolled over onto his back and sucked air in, and trying to get his bearings. He had been so focused on the choke that he had a lapse on the other invaders, a mistake he wouldn't make again.

The world spun as he lay on the ground, his entire body hurt, he could feel blood running down the side of his face and it it took several tries to get his eyes to focus. His ears were ringing so loudly that he couldn't hear anything else around him. Even his ragged breathing sounded like a freight transport in his ears. He felt a numb pain in his left ear and was almost positive that he was missing a large chunk of his ear from shrapnel. Had he been aly slower he would have been too close to even consider surviving the blast, as it was he was going to need a few days rest to get back to full strength. His arm left arm hurt and he could feel the small chunks of metal that were currently imbedded in his leg. But he was the 'Blood Gorger' for more than just his love of spilling others blood, he oftentimes walked out of a fight bleeding from many of his own wounds. This fight was going to be no different, it seemed.

He sat up and spied the hilt of a lightsaber stuck in the sand near where he was and he reached out with the force and pulled the hilt to his hand. With a simple flip of his thumb the red angry blade sprang to life in his hands. He was on his feet in an instant, and with pistol on one hand and sword in another, he charged forward. He needed to take out the most dangerous opponent left, the unknown force user([member="Sayl Bane"]) With all of the energy he could muster, he rushed forward and with a guttural yell he aimed the red blade right at the girls knee. He wouldn't kill her, he had a score to settle with her.

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

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

Rekha had fallen to the ground, her face toward it, her arms over the back of her head to protect herself. When she turned over she had managed to do a little damage. [member="Kuryr"] was still after [member="Sayl Bane"] , and [member="Sage Bane"] was still after [member="Coren Starchaser"] .

She looked around for [member="Spark Finn"] had the blonde done as urged and headed towards the ship. Rekha could feel the adhesive goo that the grenade put out it had fastened her foot to the ground, Pulling out her knife she began to work her foot free there was only one other way to end this non sense. Once free and limping as it would seem she had gotten hurt during one of the times she had been in the line of fire.

She grit her teeth and began to get back to the ship she looked around for Spark where was she. She was gaining a headache probably from being knocked backwards. Ok keep moving Kaarde.

She could see Spark, ok...Rekha pushing through the grit of it all began to jog, she looked around for her blaster, she must have dropped it. FETH. She was moving towards Spark now, "Come Sparkler, let's get to the ship."

It was then that Rekha heard the ship groaning targeting...come on..Rekha looked to where Coren and Sage were, she could run over there and do something but she had a feeling that right now she'd be more hinderance than help, nope the ship was what was needed . They could barn swallow Coren and Sayl with it, and put some holes in or around Sage and Kuryr.

 

[Spark Finn]

She hobbled to the pilot's seat. She ignored the open wounds dripping blood on her arm. She ignored her protesting and tired muscles. She ignored the ripe and soar bruises around her neck. She ignored the sorry substitute glasses that Sage had given her. She ignored her lack of converse.

She didn't ignore Rekha.

"I need help, Reks," mission-centered mind focused on Coren and Snake Arms. With a jolting-lurch, the ship that Coren and his oddball rescue party came in lifted. With a thought, the technopath aimed the weapons just over Coren's shoulder, at the sneering face of the Sith Lord. The power was set low enough so that Coren wouldn't feel any of the resulting blast but high enough that it would still knock her once-captor on his ass if he didn't move.

"Can you grab Coren while I fly us over?" Voice strained, pain evident in her tone.

Lining up the shot on the readouts, she fired off three red lasers at Sage Bane, as she flew forward to position the ship just over Coren. She knew the other chick was out there fighting the BA lizard-dude. But Coren was first. He would always be first.

#Starchasergetyourbuttinthisship

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

 

[Sage Bane]

In his blind rage, Sage did not realize how much power Coren had begun to steal from him. Before he knew it, his chest began to heave. He felt Coren using his own Dark Side energy to absorb the other swell of energy around his internal organs. Two rivers of the Force flowing against each other, almost whirl-pooling around the man's fragile innards. A croupy cough jettisoned from Sage's mouth and dark blood flecks sprayed the desert floor. His body hung where it stood like a traitor over the gallows. Perhaps if he had the living force of his left arm, he would have more to give, but the Force-dead limb offered him no extra reserves. Unlike his mouth, which never stopped running, Sage was simply tapped out. Everything was still for one quiet moment.

Out of the corner of his eye, there was a flash of plasma. Sayl. She hurtled towards her brother, wildly swinging her blade, aiming right for his middle. Grunting he turned his body, and threaded his three amphistaves around his midsection like a shield. Their tough leathery skins would take the brunt of the swing, and oh, the pain would be monumental, but it would keep him alive. Sayl was hurt herself, bloodied and bruised with possible internal injuries. His eyes flashed red with mixed emotions, anger, hurt, empathy. She was his sister. Why were they fighting? All he had ever wanted was to be understood by her. Perhaps if Sayl simply--

Foomph! With his reflexes at a handicap, Sage was unable to dodge the oncoming succession of laser beams that flew from Starkarker's ship. He was punted across the Korriban desert landing several feet away from the fracas. Lying on his back, with his everything feeling broken, he had a would-have-been-funny-if-it-wasn't-true thought.

Oh Spark. Hell hath no fury like a woman Saged.

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

 

[Coren Starchaser]

The word was on the street
That the fire in your heart was out.

Coren Starchaser had many a-reason to keep going. He was supposed to be in the galaxy in this when for a reason, that was why his former instructor the Sith known as Darth Venator had mind wiped him and put him into a cryo-hibernation for near two decades. Coren was going to find the bastard and very kindly repay him by means of a lightsaber. The man had trouble going on at times, not knowing where he came from, when he came from, knowing he woke up in Fringe space with a knack for flying space ships and using htem to end the careers of other pilots very quickly.

He knew he could learn a lot, and with his wingman, Lily Ardellian, had gotten to re-learning who he was, what he was, through datacrons and personal holocrons. The way he was, a pilot, a scavenger, a scout, a soldier. He was all these things and more. He had gifts that many people wouldn’t even shake a stick at, but for him? They were what made the man who he was. The Force was tricky for the Corellian, and that had thrown him into dark areas, between the memories, the subsequent loss of the one person who was in the same mind-wiped-reawakened phase in the galaxy that he was, and the challenges of connecting to the Force, something he had used to protect himself and others from what was out there in the galaxy.

The challenges of him getting in touch with the Force that was hard as well. The only way he could describe it, and how he was describing it still was that he had a slow running tap to the Force. The water would flow through to him at a pace that you could survive with, even if it wasn’t the most convenient, and for no reason at all, certain days the water just came more freely. Today?

Right now? It was one of the latter days.

The tap was flowing hot and heavy, and he was overflowing with the Force, and was allowing the rest of it to flood around him, to leave him. He was gaining what he needed, what he could take to become able-bodied again. Yes, there was pain in his midsection, but he was shunting it away. He had to. This was the time where he and Sage were going to stand off against one another.

Was this going to be the one-shall-stand-one-shall-fall hero versus villain fight? He wasn’t sure he’d survive that. And there were reasons to keep the fire in his heart burning. He had come here with a mission, to get Spark Finn out of the clutches of this monstrocity and return her to where she was supposed to be, free, in the greater galaxy, on the missions, living the life she would find for herself. Not some slave to a Sith and his pirate lackey. He could hear the dull hum of the blade as it came flying, the yellow saber heading towards his foe.

Getting to his feet, Coren was watching his nemesis and pulling the Force around him, he needed to move. This was not the time or place for this war to end. The battle may have come across to an end, but this wasn’t over. He could feel Spark hashtagging him mentally, he could feel the ship, not like it was a living entity, but when you spent as much time ship-side as he had, you knew when one was near, approaching. He needed to break this bond, he needed to sever the connection that he had gained to Sage so he could depart.

And that was when the blasts came. The lasers, toned down but still enough to do the scare-tactic damage that was possibly being hoped for. The sacrilegious marriage of the skills of draining and tutaminis were solely focused for dealing with Force energy. The way the pilot worked was to absorb, dissipate and modify the way the Force flew around everyone. It was his bread and butter of combat. The longer a battle waged for the better Coren got, the weaker his enemies became. Yes, he was a Warden of the Sky, that changed the way he fought, he worked to break gates, knock the enemy out and use the least amount of weapons. That was why his armor had used an energy shield. It was there to absorb the energy from the blasters, but the shockwave of the blasts hitting the ground? That was still going to, and did, knock Coren back. Calling out in pain, the man somersaulted backwards before using the Force, more than he’d care to admit, to right himself, one foot, one knee and one hand on the ground as he kept his eyes on Sage.

Was Spark on the ship? Rekha?

Where was Sayl? He heard what she had said, but the girl had come with them, she had come on her own, for her own reasons to deal with her twin, but for this mission, she was part of the crew. He scanned the area. He wasn’t about to abandon anyone on the field of battle if he could help it. They were leaving, and all of them were going. How serious was she about turning herself over to Sage for the group?

He was a protector, he used the Dark so the rest didn’t need to. The pain wracking his body was preventing him from doing most of what was needed, he looked to find Sayl, and tried to call out, his intention being mirrored in the Force as his voice was failing. The ship was moving. It was time to go. He was not going to lose himself on the graveyard world of the Sith.

Should his body go, it needs to go where he began, the Golden Beaches.

Of the world the Sith destroyed.

He was reaching out to the Force, working to strengthen himself. His armor had the jump-jets, when the ship came by, he’d need to make sure he got aboard, they needed to know that the team needed to be pulled away first.

Get Sayl, get aboard, get to bacta.

Sleep.

Shuffle.

Deal again.

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

 

[Sayl Bane]

Her reflexes were slowed thanks to the injuries she had suffered beforehand, though Sayl managed to flash her blade downwards to block the strike at her knee just before it connected, only barely saving her from losing a limb. No retaliation was mustered on her part, and she was weakened far too much to do anything else other than defend. "Do you really like me this much? Sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm already taken. Reptiles don't really do it for me." An underhanded, somewhat pointless comment, but her retaliation this time was only of the verbal sort.

Dark eyes flashed crimson as [member="Sage Bane"] was thrown across the battlefield, though a facet of her found amusement in it as well. After all, he had entered the fight overconfidently. To see him brought down so easily was a satisfying feeling. Still, the part of her that knew him as her brother, one who had stood beside her when no one else did, brimmed with concern at any injuries he may have received. It was a strange relationship the two shared, and one she wasn't certain how to label just yet.

When [member="Coren Starchaser"] reached out to her through the Force she merely acknowledged his presence, though not entirely returning the message explicit there. He was intent on her coming with them, and she wanted nothing more to leave Korriban and never return to the planet for as long as she lived. But she knew her twin would be back for vengeance, and one of the certain methods to prevent him from doing as such so soon would be to join him. It wasn't something she necessarily wanted to do, but sometimes no choice was offered in the matter. Sometimes she simply had to act.

"Coren, I said to get the hell out of here. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. Just leave." Regardless of what he wished, she knew coming with the group simply wasn't in the cards. Both duty and her caring for her brother won out over any rationality, though she wasn't altogether very sensible to begin with. This was just another rash, spur of the moment action to list on her repertoire that was growing by the second. "I'll keep in touch, don't worry. This isn't the last you'll be hearing from me." Not if she had any say in it, at least.

Her gaze cut to her brother, and once more she touched on his presence via the Force. This time she communicated a sense of solidarity, camaraderie, belonging. Once again they were in this together, as a team rather than adversaries. And again, she spoke telepathically, "I'm here. I promise. I'm here for you." And this time she always would be, regardless of what side the two found themselves on in relation to the other. Too long the siblings had been apart, and now was the chance to change things, redeem their relationship.

More than anything, she wanted to be home with Sage.

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

 

[Rekha Kaarde]

Rekha struggled on board she looked at Spark, "I think we can barn swallow him, do you know how to do that..you need to keep the door open and scoop him. I can pull him it be like scooping him."

She knew Spark could perform this it was easy it required. There was still so much commotion that they could pull this off, that everything that had been moved on the chess board was just a bit off from where it had been pictured in her mind but still this would work. She looked at [member="Spark Finn"] again, she was safe she was on board.

[member="Coren Starchaser"] seemed to be getting the better of [member="Sage Bane"] hard to tell, and the sister [member="Sayl Bane"] Rekha wished she could read lips just a bit better than she could, course she also wished she could read minds but that wasn't happening. And where was bug eyes [member="Kuryr"] she owed him another grenade.

Rekha looked to her belt she had the last grenade. She swallowed hard there wasn't much Rekha ever thought she couldn't do.

Do the right thing Kaarde, that's all that matters in the end. Doing the right thing for the right reasons.

"So can you do that?"