Another Battle of Anzat [TSE vs SJO]

[Stephanie Swail]

Stephanie snarled and pushed the dagger in as deep as she could, hand shaking out of anger and resentment over the pain that the Sith had dealt her.

But as the Anzat gripped her throat and slammed down her arm, she pulled the dagger out and clawed out his hand to get free from his grip. She was out of it in seconds – out of it with a bloody slice across her face from his nails and the wind knocked out of her when she was booted backwards into the hard ground.

With a grunt, the wind escaped from her and for a few moments, her body went limp and tired. Breathing hard, Stephanie saw dazzling lights and shadows moving up in the skies all around her. It was when she flexed her fingers on the hilt, she noticed it wasn’t there. Looking up from her position, the Sith was stood there, a nice puncture wound that left blood on her hand and coated her dagger, but holding her lightsaber.

The second one in just months, and now she was going lose this. She was certainly going to get a telling off if she survived.

Listening to the Anzat, she had time to roll over and wince at the raw pain that he had stoked from her freshly bleeding scar tissue where the rune was. For some reason, both standing there, Stephanie saw how similar they really were on the Force spectrum. Bloodied, baying for their own justice, but serving a power fay beyond either of them. She stared at him with a crooked posture. She was hurting.

"Let me help you," she croaked. "Or, good god, you help me. Help us get Anzat back to what it was before… they arrived. We just want to help your people to be what they want to be…it’s not too late for you to be something inspiring to them."

She had clocked his blade on the ground.

"Come on. Before we kill each other. Is it worth dying over when we can try and do some good. Don’t let blind rage take over…you. "

[member="Kilrys Serccci"]

 

[Kilrys Serccci]

Kilrys decided to stem the bleeding. Blood was running to freely from his body, he placed the Lightsaber against his wound, burning the wound close. He howled in pain, pain that added to his strength, his resolve. His red, piercing eyes glared down at the Hapan, she would watch as he prevent himself from dying in a painful and scarring way. His eyes were fixed on with all the Dark Side he could muster. Kilrys knew there was some sense in what she spoke but she was trying to twist him to her tool, he would not leave the Sith.

"My people need to be freed of your rule. They are older than this entire war you and the Sith wage, to us this battle is but a blink. I have family who remember the days of the old Galactic Empire and the Rebellion, the ancient Republic that was in place before. We live for centuries, thousands of years and yet those who cannot surpass decades think they can rule us." Kilrys growled as he moved around, the hum of the Lightsaber, the pungent smell of burnt flesh. "If you want to give the Anzati peace then you would leave us alone. We care not for your petty wars. We'll outlive you and your descendants. Forgotten in history. So I'll let you live, you leave now. Leave Anzat, let the Sith rule it, it doesn't matter to us."

He turned the saber off, curious to see her response. The Lightsaber was a weapon unlike anything he had held before, to be so elegant yet so very deadly. It was power that he needed, he craved. It called to him like the Dark Side called, he could still sense anger within the Jedi. "You could always join the Sith. Watch as Anzat grows and flourishes under the Dark Side, how Anzati need to feed and how the Force wants us to be Dark Siders." Kilrys told her. "No Anzat can be truly a Jedi, unless they weaken themselves greatly. To feed on soup, it kills, we are born to kill. There is no way we can survive without killing."

[member="Stephanie Swail"]

 

[Asaraa Vaashe]

The Sith Lord seemed to be playing with them, batting them around as if they were nothing. With a simple wave of his hand he’d sent the Wookie who’d jumped in to fight them flying. If there was one consolation he didn’t seem to be all powerful, although he’d managed to bat away the blaster bolts the blaster she’d tossed at him made it through his guard. Only it didn’t seem to make the guard any happier, if anything it seemed to make him madder. She could sense his roiling emotions pulsing off him through the force like a volcano, heat and power filling the space. The Togruta could feel the dark side roiling off the man, like an itch under her skin she just couldn’t get away from.

She recognised that same familiar build up of energy, her blade sweeping up as the arcs of energy leapt from his fingers. Forewarned she managed to do better, dipping into the force as she took a step backwards, her leg bracing as the energy crackled into her lightsaber. As most of the energy crackled into her lightsaber, unfortunately, Asaraa’s defence wasn’t perfect, nowhere near just yet. The young woman hissed as tendrils of the energy escaped her, lashing out at her body as they burnt through her robes, smoke rising from the Padawan’s red skin as the force of the attack drove her backwards. She couldn’t stop the small spasm of pain that shot through her as she flexed her shoulder, taking up her stance again as she padded back towards the Epicanthix, blue eyes locked onto his. “Not good enough Sith,” she shot back as she dug her toes into the ground, bracing herself as she glanced around at Kat and the Wookie, she could see the blonde on the floor, almost recovered as she let her gaze flick back to the Sith, raising her blade in a Makashi salute, “If that's all you’ve got…” she let her voice trail off as she edged closer to him, inching towards saber range. She knew better than to go charging in, especially against another Makashi practitioner, but she didn’t know how long she could last so…she had to make it count.

[member="Darth Sibilus"] | [member="Kat Decoria"] | [member="Kolbacca"]

 

[Kolbacca]

Looking over at the blonde woman on the ground looking towards the other Jedi " We will not win a battle at this range we need to get closer " using the force to jump multiple feet landing right next to the sith the Wookie quickly launched a flurry of lightsaber attacks being very powerful and hard-hitting with great precision but lacking speed the Wookie was using Form 5 Djem So.

[member="Darth Sibilus"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] [member="Kat Decoria"]

 

[Kat Decoria]

Kat watched as the others recovered and leaped back into the fray. Her legs started showing signs of mobility once more, she kept her eyes on the Sith as she rose to her feet, staring him down. Shooting repeated bolts at him, aiming for his body and legs once more, while she knew he would block most there was hope it would either distract him long enough to attack or do some damage due to the number and different areas.

Dropping the blaster, she grabbed her Force Pike once more. Leaping at the Sith, she struck at the head. The blow was obvious but she gave it all her strength, her robotic legs handing hard on the ground causing a slight tremor to anyone in a foot radius. Whipping the bottom half of the Pike, she aimed to strike his left knee.

"Come on! You need to attack now! Overwhelm bigheaded poodoo!" She called to Asaraa as she prepared to block any strikes from her opponent.

[member="Asaraa Vaashe"] | [member="Darth Sibilus"] | [member="Kolbacca"]

 

[Vereshin]

The equations rolling through Vereshin's mind jumbled into a chaotic mess as Leira turned his own power against him. Standing by the window of his ship, he received her loud cursing and immediately lurched forward in agony. A stabbing pain coursed through his abdomen, causing him to clutch his stomach and fall to his knees. He tasted blood in his throat as red dripped from his lips and onto the floor. Wrenching away his glasses in rage and throwing them aside, he felt the back of his head gripped through the Force and pushed forward.

"You little queen!" He hissed as Leira held him down, before pulling his presence from her completely and rolling aside. He could sense her mocking his shame and felt his shoulders shake in boiling anger. Rising to his feet, Vereshin regained his focus an channeled his frustration. He split his essence in two and tore through the Force, dispersing the particles of his energy and transporting them across space.

On the battlefield by Leira and Ronin, opaque energy gathered across the ground and encircled their wind. A gust of wind swept upward and the black smoke form to take the shape of a dark figure. Sleek robes billowed beneath a hood shrouding a face concealed by black bandages. Vereshin poured all of his Dark Side potency into casting the illusion, which spoke in a resounding, demonic voice. "I will not be denied!" The sorcerer called to Ronin and Leira and raised a gloved hand. Surges of lavender electricity split the air beneath his fingers and towards the area Ronin occupied.

[member="Leira Rhys"], [member="Ronin Wendigo"]

 

[Leira Rhys]

At that moment Leira was dauntless. She didn't think about the later consequences of her actions. She refused to hurt Ronin any further.

Leira stared at Ron, waiting for him to either turn and run away or fight her. Their eyes locked. She saw terror, confusion, and maybe a trace of anger reflecting in them. Her chest moved up and down with harsh breaths. She did not know how soon Vereshin would recover from the attack she inflicted on him but she knew once he did she'd be forced back into her previous violent mindset which she had almost killed Ron in. The lines of who the enemy was were blurred; Was it Vi? Was it Ron? Was it Vi and Ron? She supposed it would depend if Ron kept fighting or not.

That question was never answered. A crackling sound from behind her made her spin around. Black mass was collecting in the air and making a figure of a man. It was skinny and ethereal.

It was Vi.

Leira immediately put her saberstaff in front of her, ready to defend herself against anything. Her stomach sank as she was reminded that through the Force Vi had done truly terrifying things and was an incredibly skilled sorcerer. Leira was just a child who was considerably strong with the Force but hardly trained. She could simply hold her own in battles, not dominate.

He held up a gloved hand and lightning began to sizzle from his fingers before bursting into separate strands that branched out and rapidly moved towards Leira and Ron. Without thinking about what she was doing, she parried the lightning with the top half of her staff, closing her eyes and bracing herself for impact. It never came.

She opened her eyes. The lightning seemed to almost be absorbed by the staff, the little strands wrapping around the red plasma blade. She stepped forward, trying to push Vi backward.

"Screw off!" Leira yelled at him.

Separating her bottom saber from the top half, she began to run, though with great effort. She swung at him with the bottom saber hoping to graze him or break his focus.

[member="Vereshin"]
[member="Ronin Wendigo"]

 

[Julius Sedaire]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MK6TXMsvgQg​

[member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"] [member="Shamira Karuto"] [member="Laira Darkhold"]
* [member="Vanessa Vantai"] * [member="Jayce Vitalus"] [member="Orion Darkstar"]


See, the problem with trying to ambush a battlemaster with decades of honing his senses, training by the Aing-Tii, and more besides? Locking and mag-sealing a room door did nothing to contain him. Nor frankly cumbersome and slow rifles. With a ripple in the Force just before the two soldiers brought their strange guns to level, Julius simply wasn't there. He was two compartment levels up, in a sanitation closet with his foot stuck in a mop bucket. And laughing uproariously as what looked like a member of the Admirality grabbed for her shirt and ran, and what was clearly an unclothed Janitor a few years his senior shrieked at the sight of a lightsaber ignited. Julius clubbed him over the head and walloped him several times with the blade still on stun. He then proceeded to take the security clearance cards for both the Officer and Janitor, and lean against the wall for a moment inside the locked room, and vomit a little into the sink before freshening up.

That quick and strong a fold-space had consequences, and as he straightened he worked on his breathing while wiping his face clean with a towel and tossing it over the face of the janitor, stepping gingerly around his passed out form and igniting his saber again, strolling down the hallways with a casual whistle and hop-skip.

A hunting we will go... A hunting we will go...

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: Deluge-class Battle Carrier Soresu, in orbit via Anzat
Objective: Keep the Bridgehead
Allies: Silver Jedi & friends
Enemies: [member="Vanessa Vantai"] | Sith Empire & friends

"Not horrible for an improvised maneuver," muttered Hopkins, standing alongside Gir.

The pair gazed out at the holo-projector, watching the ordinance haphazardly arrive in the Sith Fleet before jetting off to their targets. It seemed that initial volleys were more effective than the Firelance attack, which attributed to the initial surprise of the maneuver. We may have to work on that timing better in future drills. He watched as the enemy ships began to recover from the attack, noting that they appeared to wait for one of the corvettes to recover, and that the Endeavor appeared to have suffered at least some engine damage. Gir tapped several commands into his console, effectively starting consecutive salvos to their first attack. The only difference was that he had randomly selected the Wasp's engine blocks as the target of his Firelances. They would keep up their gravity sling-shot bombardment until the Sith fleet rounded the world to engagement in more linear combat.

"Interesting," observed Gir, "they're waiting on one of their corvettes to complete repairs before coming towards us."

"Not what you'd expect from a Sith?"

"I'm not sold on tactical actions belonging exclusively to one side or the other," said the blonde man, "but we do seem to be dealing with an opponent would rather move as a cohesive unit than rush to attack."

Gir watched as the second salvo came around to attack the Sith fleet. Even as they did so, he watched as fire lanced out from the sith ships to destroy several nearby weather satellites. Gir knew it couldn't be helped with the restraints placed on Aurek for the operation. He motioned for one of the Sowas to move into position to cover the gap left by the satellites' destruction. With recon personnel and spy droids already on the ground, the satellites' importance would diminish somewhat, but it never hurt to have a second set of eyes. Still, he would have rather liked to dedicate one of the Sowas to home in on a specific, notorious individual rather than vaguely observe a potential theatre of war. Can't be helped.

"There are no easy decisions in battle. Do you save more people by keeping them defended? Or by killing the enemy quicker?"

"Depends," said Hopkins.

"Exactly," said Gir, making note that several of the Sith ships' vectors had changed, "looks like we've drawn enough of their attention. It looks like many of our ground forces are already away...but they could still arrive in time to disrupt the later waves."

Gir began to rapidly type in commands into his console, adapting the fleet's formation for the apparent approach of the Sith Fleet. The Deluge-class Battle Carrier broke its orbit of the Stellar Vortex, leaving the battle station surrounded in a diminutive clouds of space mines. With the prow of the Soresu pointed directly towards the fleet, the warship would be able to use its wedge-shaped design to fully concentrate its firepower on the upcoming warships in a manner much similar to the ancient Galactic Empire's star destroyers. The smaller corvettes, frigates, and artillery cruisers also began to move by lines, with one line moving while the another line continued to shell the Sith fleet. The resulting formation appeared to form trios and quartets of like ships in line based on the Stellar Vortex as a central anchor with the Deluge on the far right of the formation. The far left of the line was composed of an octet of light corvettes. While the asymmetry of the formation might have caused some curious glances from other commanders, the opposing commander would probably find it more curious that there were no longer any strikecraft present in the void, with all of them having been recently withdrawn into their home ship's hangars.

Summary of Actions

Spoiler

-Repeat gravity slingshot salvos almost identical to previous attacks, except Firelances now target the Wasp
-Silver Jedi Fleet reorients formation as described above
-All strikecraft withdrawn into the fleet's hangars

Task Force Justice

Spoiler

Deluge-class Battle Carrier Soresu
Breakwater-class Battle Station Stellar Vortex
Draken-class Artillery Cruiser Judge
Draken-class Artillery Cruiser Jury
Draken-class Artillery Cruiser Absolver
Protector-class Frigate Targe 1
Protector-class Frigate Targe 2
Protector-class Frigate Targe 3
Protector-class Frigate Targe 4
Daragon-class Colony Corvette Sojourn
Daragon-class Colony Corvette Voyage
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue 1
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue 2
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue 3
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue 4
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue 5
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue 6
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue 7
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue 8
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue 9
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue 10
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue 11
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue 12
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue 13
Liberté-class Light Corvette Blue 14

 

[Jayce Vitulas]

"You’ve ten seconds to surrender and identify yourselves.”​

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The room was quiet, if only for a moment, before the squads were bombarded by attacks. The force-users didn't waste anytime, the fiery haired woman opened up with a special attack. Waves of energy pulsated towards Jayce, but nothing was happening. It was only a second later that he noticed that his saber wasn't active anymore. The violet blade had vanished, lavender vapors left in its wake. The button would not reactivate the saber, it was dead for the time being. His eyes rose to the two women again, fireballs manifesting in the palms of the whited eyed woman. Those glazed irises staring at the men willing to sacrifice themselves for this ship. However, Jayce wasn't about to lay down and die. Willing the force to his side, he had only a few seconds to conjure a barrier. It wouldn't protect everyone, but most of his allies would have their lives.

An invisible wall, made of the living force erected in front of the large group, the Grey Jedi screaming for everyone to get together. Most of the troopers huddled in, their bodies forming a solid wall. The flames bombarding the barrier, the fire seizing its opportunity and roasting the men left on the sides. Their screams howled through the corridor, the blood curdling shrieks for help echoed in Jayce's ears. He wasn't strong enough to conjure a room wide enclosure. Watching the two ladies dash away, it was time to put an end to this blaze.

Summoning the force once more, he contorted the barrier. The fire that lashed out, was now being pressed in on itself. The bulwark that prevented certain death, had now encompassed the flames, cutting off its air supply. His arms began shaking, the muscles struggling to keep themselves up. A popping noise ranging through him, this display of the living force becoming troublesome to the body. The last spark faded into nothing, as it did, the young man collapsed to his knees, the exoskeleton putting more pressure on his body.

The fire was out, causing no serious damage to the ship, but the same could not be said about the radiation in the room. Sorcery was at work with that attack, Jayce was stating the obvious, but he thought it was crazy to see something like fireballs erupting from someones palms. The young man saved as many as he could, the weakness spread, his eyelids becoming harder to keep open. "Tell Orion, I tried to not get injured this time. Guess I failed, again."

The Grey Jedi's eyes closed, he was completely unconscious. The RAD Troopers looked upon there hero, the man that saved them from being barbecued like their comrades on the outside of the invisible wall. Cheers erupted from their throats. They didn't know his name, nor would they. It was unlikely for them to ever see this individual again after this adventure. A nameless hero.

Allies alongside Jayce: [member="Calina Ovmar"] | [member="Garland Kramer"]
Allies in other areas of the ship: [member="Vanessa Vantai"] | [member="Orion Darkstar"]
Enemies escaping: [member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"] | [member="Laira Darkhold"]

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Her eyes moved to the silver and black hilt in his hands as the blue blade extinguished. She took two steps forward watching him circle with intimidation as his tool.

"The people of Anzat sent a distress call as the Sith Empire took up settlement here. We simply answered the call to help, as we will to all planets and governments across the galaxy if we can. We did not start this battle. Your Sith did."

Stephanie took one more step forward.

"Just think. I’m not asking you to side with the Jedi or surrender your ideals, but surrending them to the Sith Empire is not the way. The Jedi do not rule Anzat and we will never try to. Once the Sith Empire gets it claws in however," she knelt down by his blade and took it, "then the people and planet will soon fall."

Slowly, the Padawan turned her head, one hand on her torso holding the wound and the other by her side holding his dangerous blade.

"You have a choice. Make the right one not just for yourself but for your people and the future of your home world."

[member="Kilrys Serccci"]

 

[Kilrys Serccci]

"Those who rebel against the Sith were not people worth saving. No, if you looked closer, you would see that there were people content with it. Unfazed by a new regime. The Jedi clawed their way in long before the Sith, you say you don't rule worlds, but you still demand them to follow your beliefs, your ideals. If that is not ruling, then what is?" Kilrys stated, he watched as she picked up his blade. He shook his head and reignited her Lightsaber, the blue glow casting a shadow.

"If you do not wish to fight, why pick up a weapon? Seems the Jedi and Sith are not so different. You seek to rule and conquer, to battle and war. You just lie to yourselves, state it is in the name of peace and justice. But have worlds you lost crumbled? Has the Sith destroyed the worlds they own in their Empire?" He twirled her blade in a slow, deliberate fashion. His eyes never moving from her.

Before he had his move, Kilrys took a step back, "you hide behind the lies of your Masters, blinded by the galaxy beyond your Order. Perhaps after today, you will see the truth. The Sith, the Jedi, they are the same. So much so, one does not survive without the other." He then leaped forward and swung the saber at her knees. His aim the end the fight by severing her limbs.

[member="Stephanie Swail"]

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Stephanie’s lips turned up into a half-smirk. He wasn’t listening, and it cemented how lsot the being was to the corruption that was festering across Anzat. Maybe he couldn’t be saved, but others could. She stopped and turned side on as he ignited her blue blade, the glow cast over him was irrespective of his allegiance.

He was ready to strike. So was she at that point.

The Sith leapt forward to strike low, which was her signal to leap, and leap high.

Stephanie pushed down and span sideways in a scissor kick up and over the Sith, and as soon as she landed behind and to his side she acted in a split-second motion. She cried out and threw the blade back towards the shoulder blade of the Sith, an enhanced throw with all her strength. At the same time, her hand rose from her wound and clawed out to summon her lightsaber; a barrage of Force energy wrapping around her and assaulting the Sith.

"Why pick up a weapon? Because my Master told me a truth to never trust a Sith!"

The dark cloud from Mirial started to seep into her mind again; the power she felt and the lack of awareness what she was doing. Debris started to roll along and skip up and over the ground where her Force energy was swelling out to the Anzat, giving all she could and not resorting to half-measures.

They took her dignity and she wanted to rip it from them. From the Zambranos and their Empire. She wanted him hurt; she wanted them all to hurt, and she wanted her lightsaber back. It was HERS.

Not his.

[member="Kilrys Serccci"]

 

[000]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mNeOpwLtoh8​

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[member="Vereshin"] | [member="Leira Rhys"]​

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It was then standing there if but a moment thought it felt like an eternity with him grasping hold of one saber. That of which he felt the close connection to the light and hid away the other. For as he stood there and gazed into her eyes fully expecting to see the same sear berserker rage or was it so? Or was it an illusion rather than veiled reality brought on by the strange darkness that seems ebb and flows all around them. As it were still in their foreground the battle still rages with all manner of being from the ground up to the sky above.

As it was then as the dust seems to settle and instead what he saw or better yet sense from her seem to throw him in somewhat of a loop. For instead he could have sworn has seen terror, confusion, and maybe a trace of anger reflecting in those eyes. Which is a sense he could not fault her have given how'd he'd acted and awake as if from a deep slumber or akin to that of someone come up for air? After having swum or dive beneath the depth of the sea... in which case feeling himself ill-prepared face the dark fiend a second time alone. At which time although his heartfelt the all too desire stay to stand his ground as he saw her not as the murderous fiend he faced earlier standing before him. But a child... youth... bound unwilling thought some arcane darkness do its bidding.That in his heartfelt both pity as well growing responsibility feeling a pit in his stomach of some kinship to her plight. Having known it once before himself had compelled him to stay if only by the sliver of hope try to free her at the very least die trying if the case were so. But then in the back, his mind, on the other hand, said otherwise.That of falling back to call upon the assistance of another into the fray when all of a sudden something caught his eye. That of opaque energy gathered across the ground and encircled their wind that seems billow out of nowhere. As slowly but surely it began to form before them, start with nothing less than dark mist that soon solidifies to that of a shadowy dark figure.

"I will not be denied !"

Sleek robes billowed beneath a hood shrouding a face concealed by black bandages. That no less forced him a momentary pause with a deathly gaze on his face as his mind slightly reel seeing the very image from his nightmares come manifest before him.

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And he for a moment felt himself shrink back seem to draw the deathly sight as it then raises its glove to head towards them. As with it once his gloved hand came be pointed in their general direction that surges of lavender electricity split the air beneath his fingers and towards them. At which time in a blur he raised his hand still clutching the uningnited saber in ready. Unsure if by the turn of events now that the darken shroud of evil that held sway over her appeared. One could beg to wonder.....would she press on with the attack against him or it. Which seem no sooner had been answered as she rushes away from him and straight at the wraith her voice seem full of emotion rang loud to proclaim her true intention. That of be free rather than be chain ...not the willing servant nor underling to it than he initially wonders her be,

"Screw off!"

As with than he then turns a swing pass her and move into her flank determine to end the dark entity grasp on her as best he could. Aid in the fight he then takes the moment to reach out sense gauge the wraith foe. As he then prepared to attack it from its flank as best he could to either weaken it or buy her time shake off its shackles before making the attempt see. Offer her least the chance to flee if she truly wishes to ......and perhaps go about then offering her sanctuary for the time being away from it all.

 

[Darth Sibilus]

The Echani's blasterfire was futile; for the Sith Lord had years of experience in blaster defence, and found no difficulty in whipping away her bolts. The Wookiee which appeared at his side appeared to be more daunting, however. His bladework was sloppy, and it seemed that he did not aim for any particular part of Drios' body; allowing the Sith Lord to keep his strikes at bay. It seemed to loosely resemble Form V, but the bladesman couldn't be sure. The Lord of Torment angled his blade into a swift stab aimed at the Wookiee's chest, and very quickly stepped from his reach to prevent retaliation on the Wookiee's behalf.

Next would come the Echani, who would rattle the very ground as she landed, and in his brief distraction he had to rush a lightsaber up to protect his temple whilst almost immediately performing a tuck jump to avoid the strike at his knee. Tactical retreat ensued and he stepped away quickly from his two nearest attackers, rotating his blade in his hand to anticipate a three-way assault. "Come on, Wookiee. Even the Echani fights better than you." the Sith snarled, the malice apparent on his every word and poison seemed to drip from his tongue. Dark energy radiat from him in waves as he slowly paced backwards, hatred, jealousy and greed were all palpable to the Jedi, just as he could feel a comparative void coming from their bodies. His eyes darted between each of his foes as his foresight feed him their next moves. It would not be so easy as he initially thought.

Slowly, his attention would turn to the Togruta, goading her into striking with a smile.

[member="Kat Decoria"] [member="Kolbacca"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"]

 

[Kilrys Serccci]

Kilrys laughed at her response. Typical, the Jedi assumed the Sith wanted to attack her, kill her. Her naive mind was distant from the truth, he was happy to leave her living. As long as she left his people in the hands of the Sith. "You say not to trust me, but I have not lied. I have not deceived you, you are the deceiver, claiming to want peace yet you lust to kill me. I can feel the anger, the hatred, the suffering. You are much closer to the Dark Side than you seem to realise."

The woman flung his blade at him, it was a surprising move that Kilrys was only just able to dodge. His robes sliced from the sword. His fiery red gaze stared at her, the intense Dark Side building within the woman was delicious. He could not help but will her to kill him in that moment. To strike him down with all the rage and hatred she had building up. However, he rather liked living so he knew he could not let her.

The pull of the Lightsaber was strong, however, he poured his strength in maintaining the grip he had on the blade. He refused to allow her the saber, in his mind, it was his and it already glowed red. "Pick up the sword. I will not attack someone unarmed." He shouted, his grip on the saber remained. "You can keep it even, for I will certainly enjoy keeping this. Even inform you the many lives your old Lightsaber has taken!" Kilrys taunted as he held his ground, his stance strong. His eyes intense, he was ready for her next move.

[member="Stephanie Swail"]

 

[Kolbacca]

The Wookie watched as the sith slowly was backing up unaffected by the sith's trash talk the Wookie could feel the dark coming off the sith like waves of dark jello an odd sensation he did not like it once more the Wookie wanted to keep the pressure off the padawans walking towards the sith again he started a flurry of attacks mostly shorter stabs and some close strikes keeping his elbows near his body to protect himself from stabs and disarmament
leaving him vulnerable to powerful strikes but being a Wookie and naturally very strong he did not fear this weakness as an issue.

[member="Darth Sibilus"] [member="Kat Decoria"] [member="Asaraa Vaashe"]

 

[Stephanie Swail]

The Padawan began to shake, hand stretched out pulling as hard as she could to get her hilt back.

"You...attacked me! I was going to hand your blade....back....to you!"

She stopped and fell onto her knees, and winced again at the pain in her side. It was useless. She had no control. She had nothing but the Force and she couldn't master it. The Sith was drawing on a power she was too scared to.

On her knees, she shook her head and lolled back, looking up at the battles above.

"Do it. Just END IT. I'm no good to the Jedi and no good to myself!" She was weak and deserved to die. She had let down [member="Valae Kitra"] and [member="Srina Talon"] and her friendship with [member="Kyra Sol"] - no wonder she was a loner. She snapped her head back to the Aznat and snarled. "Take your glory just like Zambrano did if it makes you feel stronger!"

With that, she tore at her dirty gown and pulled it up from her belt to bare her bloodied torso and the scabbing Sith run that had been carved into her flesh. Stephanie inhaled slowly and stared at the Sith as she bore her mark.

"Be the coward that all Sith are," she said calmly, resolve in her voice.

[member="Kilrys Serccci"]

 

[Progflaw99]

Mathias had only taken a few footsteps before he came to a stop. Something had changed. Whatever it was, he knew he couldn't wander off again, not now. The presence he'd felt so clearly, the hate, the malevolence - it shrouded itself in obscurity. There was only one way they were getting out of here, and there was only one action that would buy them time. It didn't come without its risks, and it would take more than one of them to do it. That and a lot more juice than Mathias was capable of conjuring on his own. Slowly the pieces began to come together in his mind, sending his footsteps quickly tracking back towards where he'd left the group. They'd already departed, no doubt heading towards the new arrival.

Picking up his pace to a jog, the Jedi passed several huddled figures, a pilot's uniform glinting in the dim light. They needed to act swiftly if they had any hope of surviving long enough to get everyone out of the caves. "Hey! We've got a problem!" he shouted ahead, voice echoing as the chamber opened up to where the impromptu hangar was. Already it seemed that Kira Vaal and the lone pilot had begun to converse and he could have sworn he spotted the tail end of Kirie's cloak disappear into the ship the pilot had presumably maneuvered into the chamber. Mathias wasn't usually one to interrupt, but he was driven by an urgency he'd not felt in a long time.

"Excuse me, I don't mean to interrupt but we need to seal the tunnels. Do you by chance have any explosives? Or anything we could rig?" As he spoke, he rest a hand on the shoulder of the MPTC pilot. *Icarus Volcata.* Because of his almost mentor-like position and interaction with the Trade Council itself, Mathias knew that name - at least the latter portion of it. Enough to know that if the council was yet deliberating, that this pilot was here of his own accord. "Kirie!" He yelled, instantly realizing he was shouting at the deaf woman. *Feth.* Taking a breath, he turned to Kira. "If you two have any ideas on how to get us all out of here in one piece, now would be the time. Something bad is coming this way, sealing the tunnels will buy us some time but it's not a fix."

[member="Kirie Ito"] | [member="Arcanus Sunstrider"] | [member="Icarus Volcata"] | [member="Kira Vaal"]​

 

[Kilrys Serccci]

Kilrys watched as the girl crumbled to the ground, surrendering and begging for her death. It was pitiful, it was weakness that he could not empathise with. Instead he looked over at her, "you are weak, you fight what makes you strong. You could take this saber but you choose instead to beg death." He shook his head, he opened the saber and took its kyber crystal before dropping the rest of the hilt at her hands.

"If you ever wish to learn to harness the power you hold back, then you may seek me out." He dropped her a comlink to communicate with him. Before he turned away, he kicked his vibrosword to her. "Keep it, as a reminder that not all Sith are what you think, what you are told. I am Sith but I do not know who you speak of. I am Sith because I need power to be strong. No Jedi Order will accept that, but you understand. You want to be strong, to defeat your enemies."

Walking away, Kilrys head towards the city, where the screams and cries of battle still rang. His job had been completed, he had what he wanted but perhaps more. He would know to keep an eye out for the Hapan, for him, he saw much same in himself. Just they were on opposite sides.

[member="Stephanie Swail"]