Invasion Battle for Balance Chapter I — GA invasion of DE held Tython

[Dyans Keto]

Post: 7
Location: Akar Tsis, Tython
Theme: Vendetta
Equipment: Krath Holy Battle Suit | Krath blood blade(Dagger) | Krath Dire Sword | x2 Stiletto Knives
Allies: Dark Empire
Enemies: Galactic Alliance
Tags: Tycho Arak

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He side stepped into the strike as her blade thrusted forward and sparked at it struck hard and glanced off his cuirass under his robes. His blade moved with a roll of his wrist, coming off the dagger striking at the lower part of her arm. She was overextended more so than she would have been had he not moved into her blade strike. She had a millisecond decision to make in that moment. As his blade came for her dagger arm, she was getting away unscathed, she knew it and he knew it.

Her left arm moved up but quite fast enough as the saber cut deep into her left forearm all the way to the bone leaving a large gaping wound. The muscles and tendons that all the way up to her wrist and into her ring and pinky finger went dead. Her grip on her dagger was considerably weaker that as she pulled her arm up it fumbled from her fingertips. Her face under her mask grimaced and she bit hard down on her own tung to keep herself from screaming in pain.

In this position left her midsection open on the left side partially. The fact that his blade hadn't shorted out when her dagger hit it meant it had some sort of protection against the cortosis blade as well. Well armored and a pristine weapon at his disposal. She did the only thing she could think of her sword coming down as she pulled her shoulder in a she pivoted a half turn on her right foot her blade coming around to her midsection to guard it from attack.

Then she leaned in and pushed off her right foot laying her shoulder into him to shoulder check him and break them apart. As she laid her shoulder in she used it as focal point for another telekinetic blast to extend from to make the distance even greater. She threw her pain and rage into the blast to even amplify it more.

 

[Kaleleon]

The helmet removed. Looking through my visor. At first I didn't see the face of the man who I fought. Yet, it focused after being slammed down. The face of a man ruined. Destroyed. The eyes of a man that felt pain and anger. Thal...

Thal is a Jedi, Was a Jedi. I could see even now, so much was going on in his head. His contortions of anger and hatred in order to hide who he was and masquerade as a Mandalorian. It was starting to connect dots. His father had been a Mandalorian. So was this armor his Fathers? His weapons? He had to go through such lengths to hide this. Not just from me, but from the Jedi, The Mandalorians. Everyone. Playing someone who he was not. All of the force seemed to just become summoned to him as he slammed down upon my chest plate.

Of course I felt the impacts. Brutal and powerful. But it showed nothing against the feelings I had of seeing him fall. Such depths were followed and delved within himself to this extreme. He had hatred in his heart. Even stating we were self-righteous. He was lashing out in anger. What caused this? So much pain.

Another blow came for my chest plate. I gathered the force quickly and exploded in a telekinetic Shockwave. Exploding forth to send him back away from me. An attempt to reset this fight, this conflict by creating space between us. For in that moment, I stood up. Making sure to lean down and grab the helmet I had removed from his head. Looking down at the face-plate and T-visor. the marring, the war torn armor. My own faceplate facing him.

"Why are you doing this Thal? What made you do this?"

I tossed aside the helmet. Letting it thud into the ground once more. I reached to pull my own helm off. Grabbing the mohawk crest pulled down and the air-seal hissing as it was disconnected from my armor. Showing my own face. I likely had a bad case of helmet hair or it was just sticking up everywhere. I didn't care. I only wanted to know.

"Thal. Why?"

Thal Mantis

 

[Tycho Arak]

Shuttle: Rapid Assault Lander
Outfit: Sentinel Standard - Olive Drab Tunic
Weapons: Lightsaber
Tags: Dyans Keto

The blade cut into her arm, though not far enough to take it off completely. Unfortunate, but that was alright. Any damage caused to her was of benefit to him. Especially since he wanted her dead. Nothing was more important to him at that particular moment than killing the foul creature that had come to fight him. Lessening her control of her arm was a good start.

She responded by moving to a defensive position with her blade, and then shoulder checking him with Force amplification, which sent him skidding away from her. It would serve her purpose of separating them, which was of benefit to her as he was more at home being in close proximity to his opponent than he was in distance. Even still, he knew things that could be done to her, things that she wouldn't see coming, things that would keep her busy while he moved in for the kill against her.

An interesting ability, the one he chose. The majority of people that used it would rely solely on the darkness within them to fuel it. Most likely believed that was the only way the ability could be used. They were wrong, however, and as Tycho moved closer and closer in his life to achieving oneness with the Force, he realized that almost all emotions could fuel any of the abilities people utilized. It might affect the outcome in some abilities, but in others the end result would be exactly the same.

For him, he drew on a mixture of emotions. Hatred. He hated those like her and what they represented. Love. He loved the people he was fighting to protect, even as they fought themselves. Fear. He feared what would happen if people like his opponent succeeded in defeating the Alliance. Joy. The feeling he felt when thinking about the fact that he had a daughter. They all were powerful, more powerful together than they were apart because all emotions were related. And with a subtle flick of a finger, he sent an invisible spear flying at her before he, once again, charged back towards her.

 

[Zna-Abaroth]

The two Jedi began to fight back. Slaying some of them that were closest to them. Jedi, Republic, Sith, or Imperial? The bodies of the risen meant nothing to them at the moment. Those who had perished and were no longer with them in the world of the living. It was that tenacity to fight despite their allies being risen from the dead to face them. It was a sight that the man had seen before many times. His years of living had shown many such conflicts before. They were determined.

From underneath the cloak. A wrinkled blackened skin came out. Holding out what seemed to be nothing. Yet penitrating deep within both of their minds, whispers of darkness seeped to them. A voice each speaking to them alone.

"My daughter is slow to move. She needs help. she will be swarmed."

Yet the voice was wanting to give aid to them. To provide them.

"I can do this. They already died once. My blade can get them."

Yet in that moment, as the younger of the two pierced the blade into the risen dead, It lashed out. Arms reaching for her. Pulling itself deeper into the blade in order to reach its target. Mouth agape. Knawing at the air for the last precious inches between it's face and hers. Wanting so badly to feast upon the flesh of the living.

The older faced many. Sweeping through the masses, but not truly defeating them. For they did fall, without a limb, without a head, but came to stand back up. Now turning to face the younger as she was dealing with her own challenges. Would the mother aid the daughter? or would she continue to fight against her fears and face the man in yellow alone?

"I can reach her, or him. I know I can. I just need to be fast."

"I can kill this one. I need to release it's chains."

Jonyna Si Rayia Si

 

[Thal Mantis]

THE RUSE HAS ENDED

Kaleleon​

"WHY?!"

Thal stepped to the Jedi, the battle around them growing in intensity, but for the moment, there wasn't a threat of violence from Thal. He pointed a single finger at him. The very notion of the word 'why' flew him into a rage- as if he was frustrated that Kale couldn't come to the conclusion that he did.

"I could name six planets, now including this one, brought to ruin by the machinations of the Jedi, the Mandalorian, the Sith. You're no better than them, you know? The Jedi." He stepped away from him, holding up his arms as an indicator of the violence.

"But I wanted the Mandalorians to suffer. To fall apart. So I became my father. The man who left me and my mother alone, and let me fall into slavery. His legacy, now reduced to what?" Thal picked up Preliat's helmet, holding it in a single hand. He looked at it pitifully and hatefully- not with reverence.

"And I pushed the Mandalorians to fight amongst themselves. And I wanted the Jedi to suffer. So, Kale-" He turned his head.

"I wanted revenge. I wanted to make them suffer. I don't have any great plans. Some great scheme. I just want them to suffer."

 

[Azurine Varek]

The Fight Begins Anew

Outfit: Clothing | Right Arm | Glove
Weapons: Lightsaber | Vibrosword

Man, this guy was relentless. Azurine put up block after block, using her training in her marital arts to try to push the offensive with the hand that no longer held a blade. Her cybernetic arm went up to block, the Cortisis coating on the forarm definitely doing its job. She'd have to be sure to thank Kaleleon for that little addition the next she saw him because it certainly saved her life today. On the bright side, she could see just how pissed off she was managing to make this sith by how resilient she was in combat. She wasn't the easy little target he wanted her to be, and for that, she grinned. Even in a fight she knew she was outmatched in, she would never go down without kicking and screaming first.

She too felt the force wave that shot out, and she used it to her advantage to get the hell back. By now, she was covered in dirt, sweat, and her inky black hair had been slicked back from the torrential force storms above them. Small scrapes covered her cheeks and her clothing and armor was cut in multiple places.

Too bad she didn't really have the chance to catch her breath when the turret was shot straight for her. She reacted quickly, pulling her lightsaber to the side and digging her heels into the ground to cut it away. The larger piece of the sliced metal slammed into her left shoulder and sent her stumbling backward into the ground. She knew if she was there too long, it might be the end of her. Instinctively, she twisted her body around and flipped to her feet, just in time to see the hand raised in her direction. She braced herself for whatever the plan was, only for it to be foiled by Caltin's quick reactions.

Her wide eyes glanced quickly across the field, finally landing on the part of the roof that she had seen Matsu Ike dissappear to, who was out in the open with the very real possibility of getting pelted and losing whatever progress she was making in truly getting into this monster of a temple. Azzie knew if stayed here, she would only become a problem for Caltin. She was strong and determined, but not enough to survive being the primary target. If anything, she hoped she had succeeded in making Sunwalker unstable enough to at least make it easier for him.

Azzie gave the master a quick nod and bolted as quick as she could across the field. Her eyes narrowed, and time around her seemed to slow as the battle raged, lightsaber and arm coming up multiple times to block incoming fire in her race against the clock. Vaulting herself over some debris, that had landed in the area, she channeled the force into her feet to propell herself up the wall, onto the roof. It was more difficult than she thought trying to locate the her within the spiraling cascades of different auras, light and dark, but she did eventually make her way in, pinpointing the presence she had felt survaying the feild. She quickly positioned herself next to Master Ike, raising both hands out and above. She put all of her energy then and there to project a shimmering silvery shield to encompass them and add to the shielding that was already there. This had been one of the first things Kynn had ever taught her back in the Rebel Alliance, and now she needed it more than ever against Onrai 's bombardment.

"I have your six, master!" She shouted, gritting her teeth and pouring everything she had left onto her aid unless told otherwise. Her violet eyes flashed with the fires of rebellion that they used to shine with all those centuries ago.

Allies: Matsu Ike Vulpesen Caltin Vanagor | Enemies: Dark Empire | Nearby(?): Hwo Kaleb Sunwalker​

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Rayia Si Zna-Abaroth
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She didn't need to be fast. She needed to be efficient. The Cathar suddenly became a blur of motion as she cut through near a hundred bodies in a split second, her ruby blade burning through necrotic flesh with a flash of golden energy.

The voice in Jonyna's head suddenly felt a resistance. Not from Jonyna, but from the souls attached to her.

GET. OUT.

A thunder of four voices rang through the intruder's head, as Jonyna slashed through the corpse attacking her daughter. It would only be a few more seconds.

3.

2..

1...

And just like that...

The Moon of Bogan slipped beneath the horizon of Tython, as Ashla, the broken moon, slowly rose to replace it. The Dark began to fade, as the Light of Ashla bathed the sith temple in a soft glow...

As was by design...
Event: The Moon of Bogan is no longer in the sky. The Dark Side wanes in power...

 

[Onrai]

Allies: Ellayina L'lerim Kaleb Sunwalker
Active Enemies: Raphael Gallustrade Matsu Ike Thirdas Heavenshield Silas Westgard Vulpesen
Incapacitated/Non-Threat Enemies: Braze Jasper Kai'el Thirdas Heavenshield Nathan Bloodscrawl

Onrai's energies imbibed themselves into the doorway as the draconic creature slashed at the thick stone door. The gouges were deep, but the door held before the creature made the decision to grasp its former riders and carry them off. Onrai couldn't help but laugh at the sight of the creature dragging the two Jedi away, only to find a blaster bolt having struck her torso courtesy of Raph. Taking a step back from the blow, she winced, the divot in her torso soon reformed. "I built it. I'm not going to let the Jedi change that, Raph." A hand was raised as she focused on his weapon, seeking to crush and possibly detonate the power cell within it.

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Onrai's manifestation confronting Vulpesen and his associates winced, the shadowed form melting into the floor of the temple to avoid the fusillade of fire flung her way. The fire from Vulpesen pecked away at the floor before the embodiment of the Anti-Force thrust herself from underneath his position feet-first, seeking to kick the Jedi before lashing at him with a tendril of her own abominable essence.

The transmogrification of the temple's elements that Matsu sought to push for was soon pressed against. The material in question, shifted out of its former self by the Jedi Master, was forcibly reconstituted back into the stone and crystal it had once been. The very environment sought to reshape itself against her, even as the ground opened up beneath Vulpesen's legion of followers, seeking to draw them into the dirt and ensnare them within its rocky demesne.

"This isn't going to be a victory for you. Everything you do, every ounce of your energies that you exert further empower me. The Nexus of the temple itself empowers me. I've drawn enough energy to keep fighting for an eternity even if you cut off my ability to consume the power of the Force here. Do the right thing and join your predecessors in abandoning your hold on this temple. This world.

This galaxy."

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The Dark Side had grown weaker. The moon of Bogan had dropped over the horizon, and the remaining ruins of the moon of Ashla had risen over it - the irony, of course, given that the Light Side-aligned Galactic Alliance was far larger and more powerful, at least on the map, than the Empire that sought to protect the world from the pernicious influence of the Jedi and their Alliance associates.

To Onrai, it made no difference. But if the Jedi expected the rubble to serve as a sign of victory, she intended to clarify that they would be sorely mistaken. Within the heart of the temple, one other manifestation of the false goddess floated within the waters of sacrifice, where the Ashlan liege had yet been left to bleed out and die after Solipsis's sacrifice. It was here that the nexus - and the darkness which tainted it - were strongest. It was here that that was the most energy.

A hand raised. A monster focused.

And somewhere out in space, in orbit of the world of Tython, one of the fragments of Ashla, set still on its ovular course around the world, began to shift ever so slightly.

 

[Krepusculum Veritas]

Tags: ​

Onrai

From seemingly nowhere, Krépüscülüm Vérïtäš materialized at the doorway, lounging casually as if he'd been there the whole time. His wings flicked lazily, the mischief already sparkling in his eyes. "Ohhh, what a delightful little tantrum we're having, aren't we?" he chirped with a grin, his voice oozing playful malice. "All this effort, Onrai, and for what? To prove who's the biggest, baddest deity on the block?" He yawned exaggeratedly. "Snooore~."

His fingers traced the gouges on the stone door, and with a flick, he summoned a swirl of gaudy, shimmering pink lights around it. "This old thing? Honestly, grandma, it's begging for a makeover. What is this, your 'I'm-so-powerful-I-don't-need-style' phase?"

Without warning, Krépüscülüm pirouetted dramatically into the air, only to hover upside down, his face hovering annoyingly close to Onrai's. "You really should take a page from my book. Sprinkle a little flair into your evil schemes! I mean, if you're going to torment Jedi, at least make it fun!"

He snapped his fingers, and for a brief moment, Onrai's grim surroundings burst into garish, kaleidoscopic colors, as confetti rained down from nowhere. "See? Now this is what you call ambiance."

He flipped upright, grinning, and with a wave, the chaos disappeared as quickly as it came. "But don't let me interrupt. I'm just here to watch you struggle. Oh! And maybe, you know... spice things up." His voice turned into a teasing sing-song. "Do carry on!"

 

[Valek Zuraxin]

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Location: Akar Tsis, Chamber
Enemies: GA: Valery Noble



Zuraxin would look defiantly towards the Grandmaster, unlike those that she had fought before did Zuraxin not care about meeting her blow for blow, not that the monstrous Sith had a choice in the matter. She while a shining example of her Order had proven to be a blunt instrument. He expected something in regards to philosophical debate, probing each other for weaknesses or to learn of the differences between them. However, such hopeful discussions dashed aside in favor of the lightsaber instead. He knew it would come to this, but knew better than to fully give into her game. If she wished to behave as a brute then he would respond in kind.

He watched as he hoped to send her crashing, but his optic would zoom in closer upon his foe. To his dismay she had used the Force to lesson the impact, if not negate it entirely. It was clear that this battle would push him to his limits on an already constrained form such as his. When she spoke of Dyad in the force caused a subtle eyeroll from the Sith. “Ah yes… One or Two is irrelevant against the power that flows in my veins.” He said, the mechanical tone displayed sheer irritation and annoyance, but it was clear that the Grandmaster had revealed her hand, he just wondered how far she would go in trying to end the Sith.

He narrowed his gaze, his red optic was flashing as she made her deadly strike, her violet blade ready to slash through him. Just as her blade would come crashing down, his hands raised open palmed would try to shield himself. The black fluid would pump vigorously into his body, the power of the dark side wrapped around him in a cold embrace. He used the Force to create a bubble, her saber inches from his face as she slashed right through, the Force roared around her like a furious wind. “Is this the limit of your knowledge? I thought the Jedi were meant to defend, not attack.” He would say to her in a mocking tone, then his saber emerged from his grasp, flying out telekinetically. Another red saber would follow suit, both crimson blades moved swiftly to attack her from behind, she couldn’t try to strike him and hope to defend her back from two crimson sabers. That’s what the feeble Sith had hoped for, his mind focused between defending himself and attacking her from behind, the crimson blades of his sabers slashed violently at her back.

 

[Khamul Kryze]

The Unchained

Loadout: Mandalore's Lament, Regret, beskar'gam

Engaging: Pollux

Totem

Khamul cut a bloody swath through to the insect that had dared to call him out, approaching him with a grim and cold indifference. He would have cared little, save for the words that his opponent had spewed forth regarding the Unchained's own clan.

"Your Alor is naught but poison! Nothing more than putridity echoing the misgivings of those that had come before them."

No sooner did the words leave his mouth than did the weapon of his enemy seek purchase upon himself. First came the slash, then the thrust, both of which were parried with little effort. Khamul had dueled more enemies than he could count, and Mandalore's Lament had yet to let him down. Yet, no warrior was perfect, for the heretic's shield came crashing against the Hellhound of Mandalore's head, sending him back a couple of feet as he did his best to recover from the blow. As he staggered, vitriol wishing to spew from his masked lips, he instead took a moment to look upon this so-called champion of his clan's false Alor.

"And your Alor," the word came from his mouth as an infection would from a festering wound.

"Would they truly wish for you to be a slave to the likes of the Jedi? Of the Alliance? These fools used to fear us!"

In all his years, despite the countless times he had fought against his own misguided people, Khamul could still never understand why they had persisted in their bootlicking of those that couldn't care less about them.

"Your false leader is nothing but a dog!"

He came at his opponent with a swift ferocity, his free hand reaching out and discharging a set of whistling birds as he closed the gap. It wasn't enough to damage his beskar-clad enemy, but it would at least provide some level of distraction. As he approached, Khamul would swing horizontally with Mandalore's Lament, aiming toward the shield side of his opponent's torso. If the shield would come to block, however, he would quickly turn his dread blade off, and then on once again as it passed the shield's field of protection.

No matter what happened, nothing could stand in the way of the Unchained's wrath.

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery felt the taint of the dark side coursing through Zuraxin, amplified by the strange black fluid that fueled his twisted power. His mockery was clear, and though his words might have unsettled a lesser Jedi, Valery remained steadfast. Her amber eyes narrowed as his red blades lashed out at her from behind, but she was ready.

Her connection to Kahlil Noble — their Dyad — flooded her with strength, allowing her to move with a speed and precision that matched Zuraxin's relentless assault. As the two crimson blades closed in, Valery spun sharply, her lightsaber deflecting both attacks with a rapid, fluid motion. Each clash of their blades sent ripples through the Force, their powers colliding in a maelstrom of light and dark.

But Valery had more than just her skill with a lightsaber. She had something far more potent at her disposal — something that could turn the tide of this battle. With a deep, steady breath, Valery summoned the Force, pulling on the reservoir of light within her. She reached beyond the conflict, beyond the darkness that swirled around them, and tapped into the pure, radiant energy of the Force.

She had fought enough Sith to know when the blade wasn't enough — when it was time to let the light shine brighter than the dark.

"You speak of power, but you know nothing of it," Valery said softly, her voice calm but imbued with a deep resolve. "The light will always prevail."

With those words, she stretched out her hand, and a brilliant wave of pure, radiant light burst forth from her. Force Light — the ancient technique of the Jedi, designed to purge the darkness, to burn away the corruption of the dark side wherever it festered. It wasn't just an attack; it was a cleansing, a purifying light that sought to sever Zuraxin's connection to the dark energies that sustained him. To break his defensive bubble, and purge the strength that flowed through his veins before he could overwhelm her with his crimson blades.

She needed to take the initiative.

Valek Zuraxin ​

 

[Pollux]

Beskar'gam
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| Location | Assaulting Akar Tsis
| Objective | Stand against darkness
| Focus | Khamul Kryze

This would be Pollux's greatest fight yet. A test of his skill with a blade, of course... but a trial of his will as well. The Neo-Crusaders were rabid dogs looking to claim what they felt was theirs by claw and tooth, but even these despicable raiders shared more in common with the New Mandalorians than... whatever Khamul's horde even was. The two splinters had grown so far apart, neither could even recognize the other as family anymore.​

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Khamul, for all of his baleful words and the dread weapon he wielded, did not strike fear in the champion's heart. Behind his armor lie a foe that could be felled, that could be beaten. The blow he managed to land all but proved that much, difficult as it was for him to even land it in the first place. What was life, but a struggle to live? A contest, where one had to prove their right to exist. ​

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There was no chance for him to answer the hateful words of condemnation delivered by the false Alor. Lifting his shield just in time to withstand the barrage of whistling birds, the sheer force of the micro explosives forcing him back... and keeping him exposed for what followed. Just as he went to block the slash, the Champion suddenly realized his error. ​

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Mandalore's Lament struck him squarely in the chest, the beskar saving him from what would have otherwise been a lethal hit from a weapon of dark and wicked power. All the same, the force of the impact sent him down into the mud, the wind knocked out of his lungs. If he stayed down there, Pollux knew he would die. Letting go of his sword, he lifted his wrist towards the dark figure looming over him... and let his flamethrower do the talking for him.​

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Fire had a way of washing the skin off the bone, and sin off the soul. And Khamul's soul was so very full of sin indeed.​

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"Fear is an illusion!" called the champion defiantly as he mustered up to his feet, pushing himself up with his shield, keeping that vambrace of his pointed right at his foe. The fuel supply was bound to run out soon, but it had gotten him out of a jam, and that was all that mattered. Once he found himself upright once more, the Mandalorian brought the gout of flame to a stop, quickly picking up his sword once more and letting go of his shield entirely to switch to a two-handed grip.​

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"We are slaves to none, dar'manda! Our bond with the Jedi is one of friendship, forged in blood and battle, as is the way of our people! We stood alongside them, and they have ever proven themselves worthy of our trust!"​

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With these impassioned words, the chivalrous warrior renewed his assault, fully utilizing the length of his sword; elegant flicks and jabs of his wrist sent the blade in a rapid succession of slashes and thrusts aimed at the exposed sections between helm and neck, and under the armpits as well; such deft blows required more elegance on his part, perhaps, but the added distance that came with using the tip of the blade ensured a little more safety in his endeavor.​

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Khamul was strong in the Force, and a skilled duelist. With an opponent like this? A single mistake was all it took.​

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| Friendly | @ GA / NJO
| Hostile | @ Dark Empire​

 

[Onrai]

Smug: Krepusculum Veritas

Onrai continued to focus even as the imp-like construct arrived, teasing and taunting her. Her only source of acknowledgement of the creature was a raised brow - or not-brow, given what she was - as she sized it up. This thing reminded her of the bratty Padawan that had tried to be such a pain mere moments before he was carried away with his master. The creature floating before her was a Force entity of some sort, yes, but there were too many other things at play to consider in order to ponder anything more than that. It was a Force entity, and it was literally floating directly before her face.

Yes, this would do nicely.

Onrai gave the entity a smile after it had finished speaking, after its flourishes and distracting tricks were concluded, taking a spare hand and placing it on the creature's shoulder. "Thank you." She said, before she focused and sought to rapidly drain the being made of pure Force energy to utter nothingness. And as she sought to reduce Krepusculum to the infinity of the void, to nothing more than the power to fuel her attempt to bring a piece of the moon the Jedi held so dearly down upon them, Onrai said but one word to the construct.

Spoiler

 

[Krepusculum Veritas]

Tags: Onrai

Krépüscülüm Vérïtäš floated before Onrai, his wide grin impossibly smug. His eyes twinkled mischievously as he performed flamboyant gestures, conjuring a pink cloud of glittering stars around them. "Oh, aren't you delightful when you're all serious, dar-ling~," he purred, twirling through the air like a showman in his prime. "Focusing so hard—don't you ever get tired of all this, hmm? Saving the galaxy one moody frown at a time?"

As she placed her hand on his shoulder, Krépüscülüm let out an exaggerated gasp, as if struck by her oh-so-impressive power. "Oh dear! Is this the part where you try to make me disappear? Please, spare me, I've only just arrived!" His tone dripped with mocking terror, as if he found her attempt both amusing and beneath his attention.

Instead of being drained, Krépüscülüm's form flickered playfully, fading momentarily only to reappear lounging on thin air behind her, arms behind his head. "Oops! You missed a spot!" he chuckled. "Now, now, love, let's not get so hasty with all this doom and gloom. I quite enjoy being here, after all. What would you do without me to brighten up your dreary little schemes?" He folded his legs, his focus drifting lazily toward a shiny sweet he conjured from thin air, nibbling at it as if entirely unfazed by her efforts.

"Honestly, trying to drain me of all this? You'll have to try harder, dar-ling. You wouldn't want to seem so predictable now, would you?"

Krépüscülüm Vérïtäš's grin widened, his playful demeanor taking on a sharper edge as he realized Onrai's intent to pull down a piece of the moon. His eyes gleamed with an almost dangerous amusement, and he raised a hand, wagging a finger as if scolding a child.

"Oh, no, no, no!" he exclaimed, his tone still dripping with mockery, though now with a hint of urgency beneath it. "You can't just go about ruining everything, dar-ling! Not today of all days. Do you have any idea what happens when the celestial bodies are thrown out of alignment?" His form shimmered and twirled, dispersing into a cloud of stars before rematerializing just above her, reclining as if lying on an invisible couch.

With a lazy wave of his hand, the pull on the moon seemed to... pause in its tracks. "You see, sweetie, today is quite the special day for me. The alignment is perfect, the stars are dancing, and—well, we just can't have you yanking bits of the moon down and messing up my carefully crafted celestial balance. That would be so... dull."

He hovered closer, his form flickering as if he were just a trick of the light. "I can't let you break my toys. The moon needs to stay right where it is. So, why don't you take a breath and enjoy the show? Let the universe unfold as it should, hmm?" His eyes twinkled mischievously, daring her to challenge his control over the cosmic order.

With another snap of his fingers, the moon realigned itself in harmony with the stars above, as if Krépüscülüm had simply brushed aside Onrai's interference like an annoying gnat. "There, there. No need to be hasty. We wouldn't want to ruin such a special moment now, would we?" He floated backward, smiling with smug satisfaction, daring her to try again.

 

[Matsu Ike]

Objective: 1 decimate Akar Tsis
Allies: Vulpesen Caltin Vanagor Azurine Varek
Opposition: Onrai

The sounds of battle continued and she could feel it... the moon was going away... another rising as her consciousness expanded more and more. Allowing her to press herself throughout the temple as it fought her and shifted. The jedi's mind going with it and she remained there... speaking as Onrai was strong. "Just an eternity?" She said it while the temple around her was moving... shifting and fighting... the planet generating as she connected to it and remained there... focusing on the hole forming within range of vulps and his team... the others were coming as she could see in her mind another jedi had come to join her and was offering shielding and strength. She could see them in her mind while she was allowing the force to flow through herself. Looking more at the projection... Onrai and her might never meet face to face as it were but talking could show a lot.

SHe could sense something else was there and raised an eyebrow as she focused on the energies around her... neither force nor anti-force... something creaeed between the two and she was allowing it to manipulate around herself. SHe was focusing the energies more and more as they were going through her body and it resonated. She was remembering as she taught the lesson... as she taught the techniques to channel into the unbeing and shift a lot more. Her body at first seeming to age to show on her what others without the force would look like. OLder, wrinkles, grey hair... her eyes going paler from time until she was more a withered woman. The look of age upon her and then slowly the skin seemed to crack and peel.. to break and become like a dissicated husk that broke away returning youth and looks. Black hair, pale skin and a renewed sense of vigor in her stance.

'There is great power in legends, in myth... somethings though are more then that. Thus wielding them requires something more then mere desire. It requires sometimes skills, sometimes items, sometimes another. I know this, I know that the act of learning, of controlling or mastering can take longer then there are breathes in this body in several lifetimes. Time itself is a but a barrier to those who fear its passing.... beyond vanity, beyond patience, beyond age there is an underlying thrum to the galaxy that binds all things.... and with that connection there is acceptence. With that connection the forbidden becomes the fulfilled... and anything becomes possible.' THe words resonated as she was moving herself through it... or a portion of herself... another was an anchor... a point within that she could recall herself to no matter what happened.

She was looking at the manifestation of Onrai and it was moving with her.. through things when she touched it now... here. Neither of them likely to run a risk before she was speaking and moving the woman.. her hand let a thunderous clap of energy like a slap.... and then they were standing at the endless oceans at the edge of the Spectrum at the end of the Galaxy and a large distance from the silver dawn temple. "I have walked across the surface of the sun. I have witnessed events so tiny and so fast, they could hardly be said to have occurred at all. To be able to track a single snowflake across a blizzard on hoth, To see a micro-civilization rise and fall and rise again only to fall on the surface of an atom in the heart of a dying star a thousand thousand light years from our feet. To stare into the space between worlds where the precept lurk, their secret languages something to learn."

SHe looked at the being and here in the brightness of the spectrum, the endless oceans remained there. Shifting forms under the waters and in the distance the massive signs of it... the great barrier that stretched forever it seemed to many... they had traveled across it and through it but still could not believe the sheer size and distance of it. She was looking at her and remained there hovering high enough for the moment over the water to avoid things grabbing at her feet. "It won't stop you, might not take that long but it could distract and add a little time for the others." She said it but remained there and looked up as she pointed. "THis far out, few have come and all that is left you can see are the old images of stars long gone." She remained there before shifting herself back towards the temple as the moon was preparing and stopped.

 

[Nathan Bloodscrawl]

The inside of the temple had become a slaughterhouse, the clones kept pouring in and even though they were getting regularly slaughtered by Onrai's manifestations, they still kept coming, hoards of Clones focusing chaingun and rocket fire on them. Sith were torn apart by rotary cannons, Clones shooting them even after they had fallen repeatedly just to be certain. Syd was torching some of the deepest parts with red flames that were nearly impossible to put out, threatening to surpass the heat of the very worst plasma fires, burning into stone and crystal, rapidly eating through it. Her power made her flesh shudder as she cast ancient spells out to shield Clone Forces from as much damage as she could, mainly spells that protected from the Dark Side as she continued to regularly butcher any defenders she came across, BFG Division playing loudly OOC as flaming fists punched through heads. She felt like power conduit as she blasted through walls and floors, While Nathan teleported redirected debris at him into enemy forces he enacted something he was only able to do because of the Wound Dyad he had with Syd,

He began a teleport spam attack like nothing he had ever attempted before. He sensed the light and dark in everyone, and that was how he found them as he teleported around the temple dozens of times, attacking all manifestations of Onrai from as many angles as he could, weapons randomly teleporting out of the hands of random enemies, mostly soldiers, a few Sith, which lead to both categories being peppered like they were steaks by nearby Clones, getting better and better at Sixty-Sixing Sith when spotted, though it helped that they were sporting freaking chainguns. Kind of hard to be a camper like Obi-Wan when everyone firing at you has BFG to fire at you, an itchy trigger finger and an secret, horrifying addiction to watching blaster bolts flying, for the Siege Troopers greatly revere the act of destroying a fortress. Some Clones far away from Krepusculum Veritas took photos of him with their comlinks, some deciding he was instant meme material as they continued trashing the temple about as hard as a rocker in the eighties trashes a high priced hotel room, leading to them getting banned for life by the establishment, that's how bad the trashing was getting.

One Siege Trooper came across another who, for some reason had an electric guitar that he was smashing down on the body of a freshly dead Sith.

"What in Ashla's name are you doing?" the stunned Siege Trooper asked.

"Got done beating a Sith to death." the second Trooper answered.

"With an electric guitar?! Where the FETH did you even get an electric guitar??!!" The first Trooper sputtered.

"The red head gave it to me."

"Why would she give you an electric guitar?!" The first trooper asked.

The wall thirty meters ahead of them exploded and out rode Syd Celsius on a flame construct made to look like a tiny tricycle, with Syd barely able to pilot it (though it bares mentioning that she was STILL going incredibly fast down the destroyed hall), also wearing a flame construct on her head that resembled a dunce cap as she raced by the two troopers.

"Okay, forget that last question..." The First Trooper conceded without missing a beat. "New question: Why are you actually using it?"

"Hey, have YOU ever killed a Sith Lord with an electric guitar?" the trooper holding the bloody guitar asked.

"How the feth did you even pull it off?" The First Trooper sputtered again. "HE HAD TO HAVE SEEN YOU!"

"What, you saying I can't sneak up on a Sith Lord?" The second Trooper asked as a Sith Lord got shot up by a squad of his clone brothers in the background.

"That's not even the THIRD fethin' thing wrong with this whole scenario..." The First Trooper snapped back, pausing to casually use his CR-1 Blaster Cannon to blast a bunch of Dark Imperials in the face before resuming the conversation.

"How'd you get past his super expensive modern armor?" The First Trooper asked.

"A real good whack."

"A real good whack, eh?" The Trooper repeated in disbelief. "A real good whack, he says!"

"Try it, it's fun beating Sith with it."

"Any chance you know the psychology term Dark Triad?" The First Trooper asked.

"Uh...no?"

"Now there's a good lad," the First Trooper replied, walking off.

Meanwhile, outside the intense heat from the reflected blast scorched many a nearby armor and heavy exoskeleton of the Siege troopers, but few collapsed from the reflected attack. The armor pushed on, viciously shelling the temple grounds, now very, VERY close despite losing a half dozen tanks...

Caltin Vanagor

Vulpesen

Matsu Ike

 

[Cailen Corso]

Tags: Efret Farr
Location: Akar Tsis, Tython

Cailen thought to touch the inscribed seeing stone too, if for nothing else than to glimpse a psychometric piece of the past, but he remembered the last time he opened himself to an unknown object’s perspective and thought better. Instead, he surrendered his curiosity and chose to stick very close to Efret as they carried on.

Tython’s soil shifted quickly from dark, rocky earth into pebbly sand beneath their feet. The dense forest gave way to scraggy brush and thickets of spindly shrubs. Cailen couldn’t tell if such a drastic change was an odd ecological phenomenon or some kind of adverse reaction to the Dark Side that was corrupting Tython’s surface. He’d seen such a thing before on Ravaath, where years of loosed Dark Side demons roaming the abandoned Eternal Imperial world had warped not only nature but the man-made structures of its cities too.

Entire buildings and city blocks, enveloped in strangling tendrils and glowing red pustules. It was… unsettling.

Thankfully, or perhaps deceptively, the corrupted megalith lacked any voriplasmic matter or other signs of physical disruption. That didn’t mean it wasn’t dangerous, however. Considering how sensitive Cailen’s psychometric abilities were -and how wildly exacerbated they could become on a world like Tython- the Padawan kept close to Efret and refrained from touching anything more significant than a plant or stone.

“How do we cleanse it?” he finally asked once they’d come closer to the megalith.

 

[Dyans Keto]

Post: 8
Location: Akar Tsis, Tython
Theme: Vendetta
Equipment: Krath Holy Battle Suit | Krath blood blade(Dagger) | Krath Dire Sword | x2 Stiletto Knives
Allies: Dark Empire
Enemies: Galactic Alliance
Tags: Tycho Arak

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As they broke apart, she moved to make even more distance between them to make the space a bit greater to give her a second to assess the damage to her arm. She looked it over quickly, realizing it was pretty useless for however long this fight might continue to carry on, giving him another advantage. After assessing, she looked at her opponent, she could feel it the hatred filling him up inside once more. She had to wonder if he was going to try and through his tendrils at her again.

Then he drew on his sick twisted version of love, love was not killing to protect. Love was knowing when there was no other option but to kill. He served a master the alliance that killed her family took what she loved. The one thing that calmed the darkness in her heart. He served those who destroyed the tradition and ways of her people of Empress Teta. There was no love no compassion in ones heart who could not see the evil he served. Love was just his excuse for this fight so he could let his real darkness show.

The joy he bled into himself was no doubt that of bloodlust the same kind Dyans had for those that had destroyed her life. Then with a noticeable flick of his wrist he let loose something Dyans could not see but she knew what it was. She had worked with the Sorcerers of Rhand and their leader Tegan Starfall while in the Maw, what he employed was one of there stronger weapons.


She just sped forward in in a zig zag at her blinding speed, to avoid it and to meet his charge. She pulled back her sword arm to her side as she ran towards and brought up her nearly severed arm out in front of her with her palm out. The pain burned through her arm as she lifted it and forced her fingers out. She could feel the searing pain rushing up her arm to her shoulder.


Her teeth gritted and she prepared for the pain she was about to feel as she caught the saber coming at her in the palm of her hand. Hatred, darkness, and rage filled her as the blade drove through the palm of her hand and she began to drain the energy from the saber blade. Her sword arm came up and under in a swift motion the point stabbing upwards towards the man's left armpit. As her left hand began to char black and the flesh burned as she feed on the plasma it spewed. Her cortosis blades couldn't shut it down but her sheer will of force could. The hand and arm would be lost in the process, but it didn't matter as she stared into the man's eyes with all her fury wilting the power in the blade away.

 

[Kaleleon]

Thal Mantis​

Thal was angry. Wrathful. I could feel and empathize with him. Knowing the feeling personally. However, losing a father was not something I had gone through. Yet. Even as the battle raged around us, I kept a mind for the bolts potentially flying our way. Waving a hand, the bubble of a violet force energy surrounded us. Preventing any outside forces from deterring us from what was happening within.

The finger came to my face. He accused me, the Jedi, The Sith, the Mandalorians of destroying planets. killing people. ruining the lives of those who would be affected. There was an honest part of me that understood where he came from. Jedi sought to bring order to the galaxy, and the Sith sought their own sense of order and control. Mandalorians did for a time as well. Warcrimes on all sides was always there. Yet some were washed away because of the victors writing history. Thal was right. It was the Jedi who could be partial to the blame. Just as much as anyone else. Yet, he wanted people to suffer.

The retrieval of the helmet and a look, his eyes pouring into it about his fathers legacy of being left behind by him. As though his father didn't care. No special controlling the galaxy plan. Just making people suffer.

"You want us to suffer like you did? You want us to feel the pain you feel? Where is your head that you think the right action is revenge? Thal- No one is perfect. No galactic power is without its sin and secrets. You think I don't know that the Jedi are just as much as a problem as the Sith? The human condition? Instead of trying to make the Galaxy a better place for a future generation to not go through what you did, you instead decide to burn it all to the ground!"

My arms out open wide. Indicating all of this. All of the destruction. All of the war.

"You think I wanted all of this? You think I want to be in armor fighting a friend, an ally? You think I want to make people go through what you did? I was born on a farming planet at the legit farthest side of the galaxy! A planet that used push carts to go into town! Thal, I wanted to be a farmer! I want to have a wife and children to care and raise to be better than myself!"

My arms fell. Metal arms slapping to the sides and just shaking my head.

"I want nothing more than all of this war, all this conflict to not affect people like it has you. I want to help you if you choose to accept it. Just- Please don't force my hand."