...and the White Dragon Roared [Kaine]

[Coci Heavenshield]

[SIZE=28pt]Voss[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=14pt]Private Chambers of Grand Master Iella E’ron[/SIZE]​

​

[member="Darth Vornskr"]​

[SIZE=12pt]She tried again. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Sitting in her private chambers, Iella meditated, deep, trying to locate Abaigeal. Her daughter had been missing for some time now, although she had come of age and now her own woman, she is still Iella’s daughter and she worries for her. Such a head strong girl, defiant having grown up secretly in part, as the Grand Master’s daughter. Iella knew she struggled with this, no one’s faulty really, least of all, Abaigeal’s.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Iella’s connection to her daughter through the force, had grown weak. Trying to find her, she came up against a barrier as if something is blocking it and dark. It had been this way for weeks now, Iella had grown restless and more reclusive only attending Council Chambers when required, otherwise she remained hidden and in meditation. She had issued orders to the Ranger to locate a missing ship from the Order, one that Abaigeal had requisitioned to travel. They located the ship on Lianna, abandoned. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]It seemed futile. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]So Iella stood and left her chamber for her office. Walking the short distance, she would organise alternative means to locate her. Maybe her vision is clouded, such attachments and emotions dividing her mind and abilities to use the force, to be able focus without emotions, impossible. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]Her communications panel flashed a blinking light indicating a message left which she opened. The screen danced in an array of static, an encrypted message unscrambling and fuzzy, then came clear. The vision before her eyes made Iella’s heart stop. [/SIZE]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

-Panatha-​

-Throne Room of the Panathan Empire, Kaine Zambrano-​

​

It had been several weeks since Kaine had snatched a young girl from the bustling metropolis of Lianna, and had twisted and warped her into a vessel of his own darkness and cruelty. Whatever the child once was had been wiped clean by Kaine's manipulation, and in it's place the seeds of the Dark Side had been planted to fester and bloom. However; it was not until recently that he had decided to use her to her fullest capacity, and after imposing his will upon her he had her bound and gagged, and suspended above the floor of his throne room by a meter or so as his servants set up a massive holoprojector that would encompass both the area occupied by Abaigeal's limp form, and the entirety of Kaine's black iron throne upon which he sat. Once it was completed, the servants back away into the darkness and a connection was established between himself and the Silver Jedi frequencies on the other side of the galaxy.

Once connection was secure, he began his transmission:

"Greetings Grandmaster Iella E'ron of the Covenant of Silver Jedi. You may know who I am, and yet you may know nothing about me. In the case of the latter, let me introduce myself. I am Kaine Zambrano, Emperor of the Panathan Empire, former Sith-Emperor of the Old Empire of the Tion Cluster, and the current captor of something that belongs to you." With a small wave of his hand the screen changed from himself to that of the bound Abaigeal E'ron, "Quite a pretty little flower I've found, no? I think she's yours, or that's what she's been claiming for weeks at least, and thus I had a marvelous idea. If you ever want to see your daughter alive and unspoiled, I would suggest you make all haste to the planet of Panatha, Outer Rim, Pacanth Cluster, Fringe Space, and face me for the chance to free your child from eternal peril. Do so within a fortnight, and if you do not show I will send you her head."

He was about the end the transmission, before another thought popped into his noggin'. "Oh, and come alone in a single-man starfighter constantly broadcasting a hailing transmission. If I see anything more than that enter my air space, then I will kill her on the spot. Do hurry."

[member="Iella E'ron"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“I will come”,[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] is all the words she spoke. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Then she hit the control panel button to end transmission. “Kaine”, she knew him well enough, the old man seemed to have forgotten they had met on Ossus, but she could not careless for that. She allowed her body to fall to the floor, the image of her daughter, Abaigeal suspended and hanging limp nothing a mother should see and now burned in her mind’s eye. Tears began to run down her face as she realised what Abaigeal had been through, Kaine’s reputation is very well known. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]She got off the floor and went to her chambers and dressed in her armour, not one of the Silver Jedi but that of a gift given to her by her old Master Josiah Denko from the former CIS. Iella armed herself, with not only her saber, but a personal blaster she used to carry and her needles placed in her hair. She will do as instructed not willing to run the risk of Kaine killing Abaigeal before she arrives, not that he would ever be trusted to keep word. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Iella would take her old ship, one she had since her time on Tatooine, an old republic A-Wing refitted to meet modern standards and fast. Without word to the council or any Jedi, Iella slip out of the Temple to the hangar and took to the skies over Voss. Once she had cleared the atmosphere she logged in the co-ordinates for Outer Rim, Pacanth Cluster and jumped into hyperspace. Her hailing transmission would begin once she approached Panatha, too weak to be picked up at this range.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]No Jedi sat in the cockpit of the Crossfire Hurricane this day, but a mother whose only purpose is to save her daughter. Regardless of the consequences. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt][member="Darth Vornskr"][/SIZE]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Even before the image and audio had disappeared, the sound of Kaine's haunting, mocking laughter could be heard before it cut out completely. On his end, he continued to laugh for a little while longer, before reigning in his composure and clearing his throat. He then released [member="Abaigeal E'ron"] with a wave of his hand, deactivating the field that held her aloft and unbinding her restraints with the Force, letting her form collapse to the cold marble floor. "Hrm. She will come, she has no other choice." He reasoned with no one but himself and possibly Abaigeal, and his lightly scratched his bushy chin as he contemplated on his thought before suddenly rising from his throne, and walking down the short series of steps to stand before his minion. "Yes, Iella will come. Tui kei er vord*, and I must prepare." He turned away from Abaigeal, and hurried towards an adjacent chamber where several of his hooded servants were already prepared and waiting, ready to begin the process of Kaine's pre-battle ritual.

First, they began by stripping the Emperor of his clothes until he was clad in nothing but his own skin, and thus Kaine fell to his knees in the center of the chamber as more servants brought forth vats of sickly scented oils and placed them around the Emperor. They began to dip their fingers into the oil, and began to smear it along the Emperor's body, infusing the smell of decaying corpses onto him, and they would continue until every inch of the Emperor's muscular form was slathered. They then brought forth the individual pieces of Kaine's armor, and started to re-clothe him in the garb of battle and war. They first started by cladding him in simple boiled leather, and then they slid onto him a hauberk made of durasteel chains. From there, the pieces of the armor made from the lightweight metal, Armorplast, were brought forth, Chestpiece, gorget, spaulders, rerebraces, greaves, sabatons, and strapped to the Sith Lord's body.

Finally, the Emperor stood clad in his majestic glory, clad from head to toe in ornate gothic armor save for both of his hands and his head. Two plush pillows of the finest silk were brought to him, one holding his helmet fashioned into the shape of a leering skull, and the other holding his lightsaber grasped firmly in the dual-grip of his Shuk'orok. He slipped both gauntlets on, sheathed his lightsaber at his hip, and held his helmet in one hand as he returned into the throne chamber smelling of rotting corpses, returned to his throne, and simply waited. Whether or not Abaigeal remained was up to her, but Vornskr would not dissuade her from speaking to him, nor staying to witness the final battle.

[member="Iella E'ron"]

*Tui kei er vord is Epicant for, "The die is cast."

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

[member="Darth Vornskr"]

There was nothing before her but space and the blue tunnel of hyper travel. This gave her time to think, her mind going over all her decisions made over her life, all the experiences good and bad. But one thing was certain, she had achieved in part, what she had set out to do, from her early days on Tatooine, she had found her purpose and formed an Order of Jedi that followed her vision. Regardless of all the things past, none of it mattered but what lay ahead.

As the ship approached the [SIZE=10.5pt]Pacanth Cluster, Iella began her transmissions to alert Kaine of her arrival. Not really nothing if there would be resistance in the air, which she half expected, but she is more then up to that. The Crossfire Hurricane came out of hyperspace and the planet came into view. Immediately the sensor alerted her to shields and probes of her ship, Kaine would be looking for her. She cared little for it. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]The image of Abaigeal in her mind and the want for revenge in her heart. But she had to get her out of there, and so a clear mind will prevail for the moment. She tapped a finger on the control panel waiting instructions. [/SIZE]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

[member="Darth Vornskr"]

The fall to the marble floor, did not hurt as she was unconscious couple with the constant torture she had endured and Kaine's mind control, she felt nothing. Slowly her mind returned somewhat, the flicking of consciousness returning as she could feel the cold of the floor on her face. She did not know why she was here, she only remembered being summon and without question she came to him.

Her head slowly lifted off the floor and raised to she her Master sitting on the his Throne, but that only lasted a moment before fatigue demanded her head to rest. However, a flicking of something familiar entered her mind, a person long forgotten returned to her, but she could not grasp the image or feeling. Someone is coming.

The struggle within her, the Sith blood pounding and burning ignited her muscles and she began to move her legs. Only a tired moan escaped her lips but she could not push off the floor. Someone is coming.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The local Panathan space-control officials would relay landing coordinates to Iella's ship, letting her know that she had clearance to land at the Emperor's personal citadel high in the volcanic reaches of the Iron Mountains. Several squadrons of Imperial fighters would be roaming the general perimeter around the certain ranges of mountains the citadel was located in, but would not engage Iella's ship, although a pair would fly closely behind her as something of an escort, but they would break away once the citadel was within sight. The landing site she was directed to land at would be towards the apex of the massive spire jutting out from the center of the citadel, several ships already adorning it, but all of them vacant with odd traces of Light Side force energy radiating from them. Meanwhile, as Iella landed; Kaine would notice the stirring of his puppet, and would command her in a deep booming voice.

"You will go to the antechamber beneath us, and will not move from that room until you have been commanded by me no matter what you may hear, or what you may feel. Is that understood?" He didn't wait for an answer, he already knew it. "Good, now go." He waved a dismissive hand at her, and settled back into his throne as he reached out to probe at the smog of Light Side smothering the ship that was just now landing, and he probed the individual whom was piloting it, and was pleased that Iella had kept her word. Of course, there was never any doubt, for the bond between mother and child was strong, as Asha Seren had displayed to him several weeks earlier, but it was good to have confirmation.

Now he would wait with bated breath, as the doors were opened for his guest, and the words were bellowed as soon as she came within sight of him.

"Welcome, Grandmaster E'ron, welcome to my realm."

[member="Iella E'ron"]
[member="Abaigeal E'ron"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

A strange place, this castle that erupts from the mountains. Yet there is a beauty about it, even beauty can be found in the most unlikely of places. But what resides within is far from beautiful, evil beyond measure and without redemption, she would not waste her time even trying, besides there is only one she is here for and no one else mattered in the slightest. So unjedi like, yet much a mother.

Iella paid no attention to the escort fighters, she knew they would not engage, that just did not seem to fit Kaine’s style. And she is certain he has other plans. Her plan is simple enough.

The canopy of her ship hissed open, letting in the thickness of the air around this place, rank with darkness, she had felt it as she neared the system, but now on ground it made her stomach want to retch.

She walked the landing area and although there are signs of the lightside from some of the ships, curious a little, but not enough for her to look, after all Jedi are not without corruption or spies within their ranks. All of that means little to her today.

Walking between two large arched columns, Iella entered the castle and made her way to what would be the throne room, it is easy to find, no need for more escort, Kaine’s presence lighting the way, beckoning her to come forth. However, Iella searched through the force for her daughter. Now here, their force bond is stronger and she is able to detect her, below the floor, her mind changed, controlled yet there is a spark of hope, the light still within her, not removed or destroyed .. Yet.

This would take some effort, and strength but Iella will not give up until her daughter is free of here. Along the bond, Iella gives strength and love to her daughter, the lightside rippling along the threads between them. She enters her mind, blocked and dark and controlled, and it will be painful, but Iella will do what she must, and she begins to chip away at the mental fortification. She will continue to do this until she breaks through.

[SIZE=10.5pt]"Welcome, Grandmaster E'ron, welcome to my realm."[/SIZE]​

​

[SIZE=10.5pt]“Greetings Kaine, it has been some time since we last met. Forgive my lack of protocol I do not know what title you place on yourself within these walls”.[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] She stopped looking directly into his eyes as she approached the throne. “You have something of mine”, she said partly repeating his words, Iella has never been one for slinging insult, can of course, but she considers such indulgences, pointless. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt][member="Darth Vornskr"][/SIZE]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The Sith Lord rose from his jagged throne, and with outstretched arms he descended down from his elevated position to stand on even ground with the White Dragon, his face split into a wide manic grin as his eyes twinkled with malice. Slowly he brought each arm down to rest limply at his sides, and for a moment he simple stared Iella down and eyed her up like one would judge a piece of meat at the butchers, and then he laughed: "In this realm I am called King, an Emperor of an empire of warriors, the scion of a culture that has firmly embraced violence, and to those whose faith is so mighty that I am known as a God, a living embodiment of our ancient heritage with powers so great I have felled any who had dared to stand against me." In that moment, the hilt of his lightsaber sprung to his right hand, his fingers wrapping around the ornate metal as the blade suddenly exploded into light, bathing both of them in a fiery glow.

"Your daughter attempted to resist my will, but in the end she obeyed. How easily one's will breaks when their flesh is touched just right." The Sith Lord assumed the opening stance of Form V, his weapon held above his head and the blade tilted back at roughly forty-five degrees, and his stance was one of a viper coiled for the strike. "Like countless souls before me, she broke once I found her sweet spot. Her blood flowed like wine, and her screams were a symphony, it almost made me dance without end. Perhaps before I kill you, I will show you what I did to your daughter, so than in your final moments you can share in her agony." Of course, Kaine was using the Sith tactic of psychological warfare to mess with Iella's already frazzled mind, and to incite rage within her belly so that she might be reckless in her rage, making it easier for him to dominate her completely.

"Or I might just cut your head off and plant it on a spike for all to witness." And with that, the Sith Lord exploded into action with a mighty lunge, bringing his blade down towards Iella with the Force of a freight train.

[member="Iella E'ron"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Although very much aware of what was going on within the room, all that one could see physically and through the force, Iella is focused on her daughter below them. This could be all over in minutes, if Kaine only knew it, Iella has the ability to raise this place to the ground with them inside it, and no one would survive. Years and years of training had develop the skill to use the force in a shock wave more powerful than any. If there is no hope for her daughters escape then they will all perish. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Daughter, my Abaigeal hear me, it is your mother[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]. Iella slowly peeling about the corruptive lays Kaine had wrapped around her mind. Their force bond crackling with the light side of the force, Iella pushed and pushed the darkness away. She could sense and feel the pain in her, confusion and hatred and lack of identity, as if she did not know herself, let alone her mother. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Where is my Master?,[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]can a weak voice back to Iella.[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] You are your master, no other. The man you consider as such loves you not and will forsake you. He knows nothing of love, because he does not love himself, impossible for him to love another, without conditions. I love you, you are my daughter and I have come you.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Iella would continue until Abaigeal would be free from her mental torment, and only would Iella fight to the death. She knew, well before she had arrived to this place that she would not return. His words would have no effected on her, she knew already his work on her daughter’s body and mind. Iella just stood motionless staring into his hideous eyes, if he truly looked he would see it, he would see the danger of a woman that has nothing to lose and everything to gain from one single thrust of a blade. But time for that yet.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]There is more to being a Grand Master, then power levels or popularity, there is the ability to lead, compassion and love, understand and listening not only to the force but those around you, never thinking you are better than anyone. There is the ability for self-control and precision of mind and his words, although horrid to her ears, did little to fracture her resolve. She had experienced the art of the Sith to mock she would meet it with silence, the Jedi way of combating this and she is good at it. The only visible reaction is a creeping smile on her lips as she closed her eyes and meditated sensing him in the room, the force pounding through her veins, filling her every fibre with the strength of the light side of the force. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]As he moved forward, his lightsaber ignited, and lunging toward her, Iella’s saber sprung to her hand and the white blade pulsed into life, the white dragon, her blades is hungry to eat darkness. The white pearl of the Krayt Dragon empowered her blade and enter her once more. The swirling white mist began to form in her mouth as the energy of the light side began that all too familiar churning within her core. This is where all her power comes from, and it began to build fast, wanting release. Once she could not control it, but now it will wait under her command until needed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]No form stance did she take, as her stepped aside to let the lunge pass and block with her blade, the slash of red and white, filling his throne room with the hissing union. A flicker of yellow in her eyes might indicated to him, she now has set her mind and body to use Vaapad. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt][member="Darth Vornskr"][/SIZE]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Their blades met with a furious clash, heralded by a sound not unlike a thunder clap as the two powers met head on, his crimson blade slamming into her silver one. His muscles bulged as his blade strained against Iella's, but neither of them able to to properly gain an advantage over the other in their momentary saber-lock, and then with a snarl Kaine wrenched his blade free only to bring it around with a furious rage. He channeled his scalding rage into a precise weapon, letting the Dark Side of the Force course through his body like a turbulent river, the blackness seeping from every pore until he was shrouded in a veil of barely restrained rage that choked the air with the smell of emotions. Despite his immense frame, this Lord of the Sith was quick on his feet, and could attack like the swiftness of a striking viper, the blade coming in and out with wide, but quick swipes and chops, his scarlet blade a whirl as they fought.

He could feel her efforts through the Force, and he was skeptical that she could get through to his pawn. "Your efforts are in vain, Iella, the girl is no longer yours to keep. She is mine now, I have remade her in my image, and once I have speared your heart I will complete her training. Your daughter will be the scourge of a hundred worlds, the might of a Legion so mighty it will eclipse the light." He spoke sparingly as he traded blows with the Silver Grandmaster, his form near perfection as he executed each attack, counter, and parry without ever missing a beat as the battle progressed through the throne room. The servants, if they were any nearby to begin with, had all but fled the throne room as the fight broke out, each one of them tasting the danger that was about to reach it's zenith as a champion of light and a champion of dark met with swords and might.

The strangest thing, however; would be happening to Iella as their fight raged on. It was as if the Force she was pouring into her Vaapad bladework was seeping away into the Sith Lord she was engaging, the very energy she was using was being stolen by the Epicanthix Sith. It was the gauntlets he wore on both hands, made of Mandalorian Iron and augmented through Sith Alchemy to sap the Force in a five meter radius from around the wearer, and it was what Kaine used against Kiskla to wear her down long enough for him to defeat, and capture her. "Grayson thought that using Vaapad against me would ensure her victory, but it only brought her defeat. I thought you Jedi would learn by now that you cannot counter the darkness with darkness, IT ONLY FEEDS THE FLAME!"

[member="Iella E'ron"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Her eyes locked on his as the blades clashed spitting and sizzling, this close she could almost look into his soul, strangely alive but void of any compassion or mercy, she doubt Kaine had ever felt mercy for anything, not in a true form at least, he might show it if he gained from it. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Her force fuelled limbs held true coupled with the strength of purpose and as Kaine broke free, she step back preparing for his viper strike. She blocked his words, Iella knew Abaigeal had been turned to the dark side, however, it is not a true or pure acceptance of the dark side and one not given freely but given through coercion. Abaigeal’s captive mind began to quake, Iella continually forcing her way into every part of her mind. It pained her, she could feel her daughter’s suffering as the pain increased in her head. But Iella would not relent, she could not for her sake. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]It is working, her plan to occupy Kaine is in effect in part, he is drawing from her connection to the darkness and her anger of him for what he has done, but she remains in control and he comes drunk with his own importance and hunger for her head. The more they fought the more time she would have to save Abaigeal, to work on her mind and get her away from him.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Iella’s body moved to the side, her shoulders pushing away from his strike and sending her a little of balance, only momentarily however to avoid the strike finding its mark. With agility and speed matched to a Master of the Light Side of the Force, Iella sent three consecutive strikes to his right leg, arm and shoulder.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“You had better do better than that old man”. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]She finally spoke a knowing grin forming on her face. Her energy is fuelled not only by the light side of the force and she had plenty to call upon, but deep within her lower body are the Great Life Jewels giving her continual renewal of energy and sustaining her life in this depleting fight. The warmth of them filling her limbs and torso, Kaine may drain from her but only for a moment before she would be replenished. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]However, upon here Kiskla’s name, Iella paused, Kiskla is here? No that can’t be true! But something inside had confirmed he speaks the truth. Her mind raced for a moment, if Kiskla is captive here than the Republic will come for her, surely they would. Her mind refocused on the immediate purpose. Kiskla may have used Vaapad on Kaine to defeat him, but Iella is not here to defeat him, at least not in a saber fight. There are other ways to gain a victory and Iella’s choice of forms was done with much consideration. Fuelling the flames is exactly what she hoped for.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt][member="Darth Vornskr"][/SIZE]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

They had become a conduit.

A cycle of power that flowed between each of them over and over again, her feeding off of his darkness, and him feeding off of her light in an endless loop as they clashed. Vornskr's heavy-handed brutality was extremely apparent, his attacks wide, yet swift and hard hitting, each strike of blade upon blade came with the power of a freight train slamming into a solid surface. His muscles bulged with effort as he drew forth on the fount of hatred, despair, fear, and desire that had been burning within his gut since he was born. His entire life had been one long cycle of abuse, stemming from his parent's self-serving attempts to mold him into something he was not, and the sickness that it created within the child until it had finally burst forth in a murderous rage that left both of his parents dead by his hands. From their example he had set forth on a spree of murder and rape that had eventually brought him to the steps of the Imperial Academy at Telos IV.

The academy had pounded out most of his psychotic tendencies, but they were never truly gone, just buried in the darkest recesses of his being to fester and rot. When it was discovered that he was Force Sensitive, he was transferred to be tutored under the watchful gaze of a Sith Master while still retaining his position in Imperial Intelligence. He had learned quickly, the darkness in his soul that he had suppressed quickly became a well of power to draw upon, to fuel the Dark Side and elevate him to heights he had never thought possible before. He had quickly surpassed his own master, rose to the highest of positions in the Empire, and had become a Sith Lord in his own right. He carved a path of death and destruction across the cosmos, becoming anathema to the Republic, the Mandalorians, and the Protectorate, but above all he was the antithesis to the Jedi themselves.

Now, he found himself locked in battle with another of their order, whether or not she belonged to a different creed, sect, or doctrine was inconsequential to the Epicanthix Sith. She was Jedi, and she would die with the rest of them. He lunged again with his blade, but Iella had moved out of his weapon's trajectory, and then she struck back against him. He was quick to recover, however; and managed to deflected the strike aimed for his leg, but was unable to fully escape the one aimed at his shoulder, and howled in annoyance as the silver blade cut a canyon across the armorplast plating, causing the ceramic material to sizzle and burn. When the strike came for his arm, he was firmly guided by his hatred, and with his left hand he reached out towards the oncoming blade, and caught it with his black crushgaunts, stopping the blade in it's tracks as it fell. He growled deep in his throat, and then he raised his right leg up and thrust it out to deliver a heavy kick right to Iella's gut, hopefully with enough kinetic force to send the Jedi Master flying backwards away from the Sith Lord.

"I will stain my hands with your blood!"

Unrelenting and ferocious, Vornskr restarted his assault, and lunged forth to close the distance between the two combatants. His renewed attack had elements of Form II woven into Form V, the Sith Lord attempting to press the advance, and force the Jedi out from the throne room and onto one of the adjacent balconies that bordered the spire's apex. He cared not to counter Iella's attempts to pry Abaigeal free from his control, as he found that someone like her was expendable, and that Iella's life was worth more than the whelp's. After this was done, he would decide what to do with her, and was willing to strike her down if need be. But for now, no one would get in the way of his murderous hunger.

[member="Iella E'ron"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

[member="Darth Vornskr"]

Dutifully Abaigeal waited below in the chamber under the main room. Uncertain of why her Master had summon her and restrained her, most of the time there was a reason, that soon would become apparent if not told to her in words, actions spoke just as loudly when her Master had intent. But she could not dispell the feeling of an arrival of someone familiar, her head ached with it.

Then without warning, she felt the presence once more this time nearer much much nearer and intrusive. Her head began to feel pain once more this time more intense as if under assault and she could not stop it. Abaigeal simply is not strong enough in ability to block the invasion of the mind, at least not yet. Her hand pressed against the side of her head, as if that would help, it did in a way, applying pressure eased the pain somewhat.

There is a whisper, a gentle voice but she can not grasp the words, as if they drifted away on a breeze but the words kept coming heavy with a sense of love and caring, of a desire and desperation. "Stop it", she said with soft breath. "Stop it!" louder, but the voice did not end, it would not end and the pain increased.

A sudden burst of energy entered her body, making Abaigeal suck in a long breath of air as if she would never breath again. It stuck there, and she became panicked, the light side of the force filling her through a force bond a ribbon connected to someone, but who?

It is ... wonderful and for the moment she allowed the sensation to lift her soul, a stream of love followed entering her heart and flashes of memories began to fill her mind. A blonde woman smiling down into her a childs face, her face before kissing her cheek and Abaigeal felt reassured and safe. "Mother", she finally whispered. Everything came flooding back to her, who she is, where she lived and all her life, overwhelming her senses.

She fell to her knees holding her head, as the pain continued. Abaigeal, get out .. find a way out of here and return to Voss, get to my ship, came the voice of her mother.

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

[SIZE=10.5pt]The growl issuing from Kaine’s mouth is matched with one from Iella, her eyes locked on his as Kaine’s hand gripped her blade, the white mist swirling within her mouth and only a small amount would escape. With venom spitting in her eyes, she extinguished the blade to remove it from his grip but not before a hard kick found its mark to her stomach. The force behind it, sending her flying through the air toward the wall which she hit hard, knocking the wind from her lungs. For a moment her vision blurred with the impact and the jarring racked her body, but her armour held true save any major injury to her back or ribs, but the pain of the hit ran through her body. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]She scrambled to her feet, a slight stumble forward but she recovered quickly before his continual assault recommenced. [/SIZE]

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bNWHHOI9imM

[SIZE=10.5pt]"I will stain my hands with your blood!" His deep low voice filled the chamber. “That you may do, but my soul will scribe on your soul and I will be waiting for you”. She added with equal malice and with full intent. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]She could sense Abaigeal below, cracking in resolve and the link broken between her and Kaine. Abaigeal confused and unsure trembled in body and soul but with one final surge of lightside power and love from her mother, the rescue of her mind was complete, at least to the point Abaigeal remembered who she was, however it would take a long time for her to regain her purpose and be rid of guilt. And so she began to run. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Iella disengaged from Vaapad, and closed her eyes focusing on her personal Alchaka, a saber form developed over years of training and meditation and seen by no one until now. It is her freeform, as fast as Vaapad at its height and controlled. The white blade flashed around her body, in defence against his fusion of forms. The advance pushed them both onto the balcony, the high wind buffeting her clothes and body which she adjusted for and set to form her attack. Their blades flashed high atop the citadel, any onlookers would see the dark figures of two combatants with brilliant blades hissing and sizzling ringing out their contempt for each other. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Energy levels remain solid from them both, Kaine fuelled by the thrill of the fight and murderous intent, Iella her love for her daughter and the light side of the force, equally as strong and the darkness, one cannot exist without the other, something the Sith fail to consider. “What went wrong Kaine, what happened to you? What catalyst robbed you of your compassion?”, she asked as they blades locked once more. If she is to die this day, she at least wanted to know if he was dead of heart. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Her arms ached, but she physically pushed him away from the blade lock, stepped back and took stance, her eyes darting around the area to find an advantage point. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt][member="Darth Vornskr"][/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] [/SIZE]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

He could feel the hatred swelling with him, giving purpose to his limbs to move faster to match her ferocious speed, their movements a blur of color to the mortal eye. Crimson and silver created sparks as they clashed again and again, brute force versus cunning, the dark versus the light, Sith versus Jedi, an ancient conflict as old as time that caused the galaxy untold suffering, and tore it apart by war between the two philosophies. However; while the Jedi would remain complacent in their failing democracy, the Sith knew what measures they would have to go to to unite the galaxy, and they would pursue that with no heed to the cost, for there was nothing that could content with a united will for galactic unity. Yes, they would trample thousands, perhaps even millions, under their heels as they spread out through the galaxy to bring the various intelligent systems under their banner, but it was worth it.

Kaine could not understand why the Jedi were so stubborn, why they adhered to their failing ways with such conviction! Still, they had proved themselves resilient, almost as resilient as the Sith, and that made them worthy foes. Yes, Kaine could acknowledge that his enemy was strong, there was no shame in that, but despite all of her strength Kaine pushed himself to be stronger, to be faster, and to make his will greater than her's. He would have to win this bout, the child no longer mattered, she was just the catalyst to send this confrontation into motion. Suddenly, Kaine reacted with a vicious overhead slice that caught Iella's blade in a crossguard, and he pushed himself upon her as their blades locked together. Then, she spoke of compassion, probing him for answers to why he was the way he was, and he responded at first with a haunting laugh, his feet pushing forward to move them further towards the edge.

"There was no room in my life for compassion, I was born bereft of such frivolous emotions. I may have had a father, and a mother, but my true parent was the Dark Side, and from it's teet I suckled forth the knowledge and power to raise myself above all others. I was born, destined to be an instrument wielded by a brute and a schemer, but I rose beyond their limited conceptions on what I could be. I FORGED MY OWN DESTINY, I BAPTIZED MYSELF IN THE BLOOD OF THE FATHER, FREED MYSELF FROM THE SHACKLES OF THE MOTHER, AND I WAS REBORN IN FLAMES. THE DARK SIDE HAS BEEN MY COMPANION SINCE I COULD THINK, AND WHEN I DIE, WHEN DEATH COMES TO CLAIM MY MORTAL COIL, THE DARK SIDE WILL STILL BE AT MY SIDE."

His voice rose to a trembling crescendo, his emotions like a raging inferno as he recounted the earliest catalyst of what made him who he was today. He was a creature who had only known one side, and abandoned the loving embrace of the light for the cold stranglehold of the dark, and had basked in the power it gave him. The darkness formed him into a conqueror, and he would have it no other way, if he could even function properly any other way. He was a champion of the Dark Side, cold, hateful, and unrepentant incarnate...

And he relished in it all.

[member="Iella E'ron"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Kaine is the pinnacle of evil, she listened to his words as their eyes lock as well as their sabers to the hilt. His body pressing against her’s she did not yield but remained in place, standing her ground against the oppressive physical pressure. Iella moved in closer, their bodies pressed together as close as lovers, however their armour would prevent any sensation. “No one is ever born lacking compassion, unless designed. You were robbed of it”. She simply said, Iella is not here to redeem. The losses of his life, whether physical or emotional will be his burden to bare when judgement comes and it will. She knew, she had seem it and faced the test years ago, faced the Five and passed the test. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]The priestesses had shown her many things, both the dark and the light, the Force in its entirety. She had seen herself humbled before them writhing on the ground like a child with no knowledge they had shown her that she knew nothing, that there is oh so much more. She had seen herself as Sith, tasted the darkside in all its glory and power and what she would have become if fallen, but the powers of spectrum are as equal, one cannot exist without the other, that is the balance of Force and it will be that way for life eternal. But the Priestesses had also given her a gift. “You baptised yourself in misery of others nothing more and it will come to revisit you tenfold”.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]The ebb and flow of the fight raged on, the conduit held and grew in strength and as their blades would clash, a tremour would run through them both, their blades would sound out in loud hisses setting the nerves to steel. Gathering the light side of the force around her body, she pushed Kaine away.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]She searched for Abaigeal, sensing her desperation to run. Get to my ship and get away now! A weak voice came to her. I will wait for you Mother, I cannot leave without you.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Do not wait for me, I will get out. My victory is coming. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]She lied. Abaigeal would do as her mother asked. She would escape.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“Now let us end this”,[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] she simply said to the powerhouse of evil. A roar erupted from her coming the recesses of her energy core, the dragon voice commanding to be fed. Her white blade filled with energy direct for the woman and the light blade pulsed. They are in a dead lock, neither giving way in defence or attack, but soon one of them would tire, they had too, they are but only sentient beings and with limits even they have limits. Iella lunged forward sending a double handed strike toward his head.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt][member="Darth Vornskr"][/SIZE]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u8bdT9Sxj08[/youtube]​

Their bodies pushed together, their armors literally touching as their fight progressed towards it's inevitable climax, the hot stench of the Dark Side made the air thick with the palpable sensation of pure rage, while the Light Side was a like breath of fresh air in the overwhelming smog of the pollution. It was rather intoxicating for the Sith Lord, his body gorging on the negative emotions that Iella had come here with, letting her fight with the darkness until he had swelled in power. "Perhaps, but I have learned that it is better to be without compassion than surrounded by it. You would call it a tragedy, but I would call it a blessing. Such frivolous things only hold you back, they only make you weaker, and to deny the dark emotions is even worse. Anger, hatred, fear, they are weapons of war, the tools of those who understand the Force in it's entirety. The ancient Malgus knew that the Force was conflict, and the Sith, and the Empire, were tools of the Force to incite conflict, while the Jedi went against the very nature of the Force by spreading stagnation to the ignorant masses."

The Force Push sent Kaine reeling back on his feet, the heel of his right foot pressing out against the pillar behind him to stop himself, and the power given to stop his massive frame sent a spiraling crack right up through the stone edifice. He would then push off of the stone pillar with incredible force, hurling himself forward to batter into Iella like a runaway freight train, his blade clashing into hers with the ferocity of a Krayt Dragon, their blades a whirlwind of sound and color, and to those looking at them from above it would look like two opposing forces of nature battling it out in mortal form. Then she came at him high with a two-handed strike, to which Kaine easily blocked with his own blade, and then he dared to risk it. He took one hand off of his blade, his left to be precise, which weakened his ability to hold Iella's back, but he was willing to for this. Then with his free hand he thrust it out towards Iella's torso, and from his gloved hand erupted vast torrents of blue Sith lightning from his fingertips, arcing like a snake to splatter her chest and stomach, some rebounding away to strike the stone ground around them.

He then followed up his lightning barrage with a quick Force Push to her gut, hoping to send her careening towards the ledge's edge, and quickly he disengaged his blade from her own and bounded back several meters to create distance for his next assault, or her's.

[member="Iella E'ron"]

 

[Coci Heavenshield]

The dance of the light and the dark will be eternal. Neither giving into each other as the fight raged on. Iella’s body still holding strong, although tired, the Jewels pumping the essence of life through her body and sustaining her. Abaigeal has gone, she is safe but her journey although now tainted, has only just begun and she will not here to see it unfold, she knows that, she knew it the moment she had received Kaine’s message.

Her purpose as Jedi fulfilled with the saving a life despite her own. But she would not simply give up not without showing Kaine her defiance, a little indulge maybe but why not in the instance. The conduit between them continued, Iella feels his lust for her blood her life and it only made her pity him. His words would speak of the Sith, Empire the conflict between the two sides of the force, he is right in a sense and she understood that he is not ignorant of the strength of the lightside, he is no fool, unlike the majority of those that whither in the dark.

Their blades continued to clash, bodies force beyond any normal limits and strike after strike set the balcony ablaze with colour. Anyone looking on would either stand in awe or fear but the outcome is writ in the stone on these very walls. As Kaine released one hand of his hilt, Iella pushed hard against it, the blade only an inch from burning his neck. Then came the pain as electricity rippled through her body, the burning upon her skin caused her to yell out with the pain. The Jewel sending wave after wave of heat to sustain her, which they would, but she is drained of force energy. With no time to react or apply tutaminis, she is too close and then the push.

Iella flew, her body hitting the barrier of balcony which was the only thing that saved her from falling over the edge. She fell to ground, her breathing laboured and her energy depleted. Her head turned to see Kaine in reposition and she pulled herself up on her feet. What remained of her core energy she summon and pushed through her limbs, her blade held to the side she approached for one more assault. The white blade singing as the air flowed over it, she raised her blade, elbows high and parallel to the ground she lunged for his for his heart.

[member="Darth Vornskr"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Kaine met Iella's strike with his blade, deflecting the weapon away from his chest, and following up with a ferocious barrage of counter attacks that took form as a flurry of chops and slices. Kaine was a master practitioner of Form V, always pushing the advantage and never letting up his assault, only falling into a defense when it was absolutely necessary. For now, he pressed that advantage, utilizing wide power attacks and lightning-fast chops to her body and limbs, forcing Iella to keep defending against his assault. He could feel her tiring, and that gave him renewed resolve to power on through his own tiring body, and at last deliver the death blow he so fervently craved. Still, she had been a powerful opponent, and one that had been worthy of his unadulterated concentration, despite the fact that it allowed for Abaigeal to escape his clutches and ultimately flee his dark citadel, but it mattered not.

The blood of a Grandmaster tasted much sweeter than the blood of a nobody.

But now, it was time to end this little dance.

Kaine deflected one of Iella's counter attacks, and then with a flurry of his left hand he revealed the small hold-out shoto saber he had been keeping up the sleeve of his robe, and with a press of a thumb he activated it's smaller scarlet blade. He then let into Iella with the flurry of not just one blade, but now two equally dangerous blades slicing in varying rotations and coming at her from different angles. Kaine, despite favoring a single blade over another, had studied heavily in Form VI and it's sub-forum of Jar'kai dual bladed combat, a secret skill he had used to devastating effect against various opponents, including the Sith Sorceress Karin Dorn, whom he slew as a Knight many years ago.

Eventually his assault would be too much for the already depleted Iella, and then he would claim his prize.

[member="Iella E'ron"]