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

[Kaleb Sunwalker]

Location: Akar Tsis
Enemies: GA: Caltin Vanagor Azurine Varek


Kaleb growled angrily as he tried to pierce his crimson blade right through the Jedi Master, with the Padawan off his back could he finally focus his full attention on the Jedi Master before him. The man still kept up his arrogant behavior, his words were irritating to the mad dark Jedi who carried himself with a sense of stoicism. The Jedi Master on the other hand never wasted an opportunity to brandish his flamboyance. His bravado surely lived up to his reputation, for he didn’t fail in trying to give Sunwalker an irritating talking too. This only caused another angry growl from Kaleb, his blade hummed and crackled as he tried to cut the man down singlehanded. It wasn’t as easy as he had hoped for it to be.

Despite honing his Djem So style in the training dojos of the Temple, Vanagor wasn’t someone easily underestimated against. Each heavy strike was met with a swift counter, till another furious blow would be caught by Vanagor as he shifted into Soresu. Blades crackled against each other, the air was mixed with death and the clash of lightsabers. He would roar like an angry beast, his next strike hoped to cut him down. He was close, his blade inches close enough to where Vanagor could hear the deadly hum of his crimson blade. Kaleb smirked as if being close to his head, he had skill enough to where the former Jedi Knight could go toe to toe with the man, for all his self righteous talk did Kaleb know a thing or two against Vanagor.

However, what Kaleb didn’t expect was how pissed off did Vanagor become. The man looked into Kaleb’s yellowed gaze, the man’s eyes were engulfed by bright blue. Slowly did Kaleb’s smirk started to fade, fear was creeping up on him trying to overcome this moment. It appeared as if Vanagor would strike back with his own fury, one that Sunwalker had heard of but couldn’t comprehend in the slightest.

“Kark m-“ Before he could finish those words did a powerful left hook slam into his face. He felt a crushing fist smash into his cheek, the impact almost caused the bone to start breaking, the heels of his boots would dig into the ground as if trying to prevent him from slamming him down. Now, he had truly awakened the beast that he had wondered so much about.

Kaleb could taste metal in his mouth. The grasp on his own saber was shaky, as if his fingers would drop his weapon suddenly to the ground. “Is that the best you got?” Kaleb would say, blood could be seen against the pearly whites of his teeth. To emphasize his point, he looked right to Vanagor’s boots. To add insult to injury would Sunwalker spit some blood out all over his boots, feeling his mouth was now free to speak. He wondered what defiant words to say, but the spittle of blood was more than sufficient for an insult. His legs were like jelly, wobbly as he still stood his ground. He raised his saber as if ready for the knockdown blow unleashed by the furious Master Vanagor.
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[Vulpesen]

Location: Entrance of Akar Kesh
Allies: GA Matsu Ike Braze Jasper Kai'el Raphael Calgar Caltin Vanagor Nathan Bloodscrawl Krepusculum Veritas
Enemies: DE(Open) Onrai
Loadout: Battlefield
Objective: Burn the Heretic!


The Zorren snarled as Onrai as he jumped up, a hand lowered in response to the tendrils that snapped up at him, snatching at his cloak. Whatever she was, she had a physical form. Event he mighty abeloth had fallen to saber and fang during her fight against the jedi of the Skywalker Order. Now it was just a matter of finding what it took to turn this thing into slag and ash. On that note, a gout of flame burst from Vulpesen's palm, seeking to consume the very incarnation that now attempted to tear him apart. This was no longer the stealthy fox that hid behind a tree, peppering Onrai with occasional attacks. This was the wilder who in full power was doing his beast to tear away whatever excuse for existence she had sacrificed her humanity for.

Everyone else was focusing on what was and wasn't the force. Anti-Force, the Force, something in between. All tools. All means to an end. if she absorbed the force, he'd simply turn it into something else before sending it at her. No telekinetic blasts. That was fine as he'd learned far more tricks in near century that was his life. The wilders had taught him to master the elements and sometimes things just needed to be purged by fire.

 

[Ellayina L'lerim]

Director of ISB & SHADES, Torture & Interrogation Officer

Information

Objective: To protect the Temple
Location: Akar Tsis, Tython
Equipment: 2x Sunfury Pistol | Light Armour | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | 2x Vibrodagger || Cloaking Device | 5x ASBF Probe Droid || Empyrean gland || OPBC-01m
Tags: Silas Westgard [direct] | Onrai | Kaleb Sunwalker | Valek Zuraxin | Braze | Jasper Kai'el | Raphael Gallustrade | Nathan Bloodscrawl | Matsu Ike | Caltin Vanagor | Thirdas Heavenshield | Valery Noble | Open

"Galactic Common" | <"High Nelvaanian"> | ["Essonian"] | ~ telepathic communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

"Oh, poor little Jedi, you see everything in black and white. For you, there is only the Dark Side and the Light Side, just as you can only think along Sith and Jedi lines in everything. And break you? No, then where would the fun be for me?" I asked him, a spark of amusement flickering in my green eyes as I looked at him.

I looked around to see what kind of memories we had. I saw a burning farm where everything was destroyed and the bitter smell of burning flesh filled the air. I had no way of knowing exactly who had died that day, but it must have been someone close to the man. Otherwise, it would not have been one of the most painful memories for him. I chuckled a little here, then looked at the man.

"Let me answer your earlier question; no, I'm not what you think I am. I am a mere interrogator and torture officer, nothing more. I am not a Sith, a fallen Jedi, or a skilled Force user. Just an intelligence agent." I told him; it was a lie, of course, since I was the Director of the ISB and a member of the Imperial Ruling Council, but I was really just a "mere" officer a few months ago. "But you look exactly like the other Jedi in the NJO. Corrupt, letting their emotions, physical pleasures and desires drive them. Who are even more bloodthirsty than the Sith, who enjoy and seek combat, for without it they could not exist, just as genocide is commonplace for the Jedi Order, for those who are not like you must perish. All in the name of the "Force" or you say it was the "will of the Force", as if you are just slaves and puppets of the Force... you are worse than what you are fighting against, because at least they don't deny it and don't cloak themselves behind the "Force". You're not the first one I've met..."

My voice was disdainful and pitiful, with a hint of contempt and disgust. I knew both sides quite intimately, as my family were Ashlan believers, church people, Lightsiders. And on the other side, I lost my mother to a Sith poison. I didn't like either side, but of the two, it was probably the Light side that disgusted me more than the Dark. With Dark you knew what to expect, but the other side? No, because it depended on what the leaders of the great Jedi order were lying about, what kind of war crime was in line with the Force's will and making everyone think it was okay.

"The truth will crush and break you when you begin to see the war crimes of the Jedi Order, their actions, with a clear head. I am merely helping to open your eyes, little bug. You might even thank me one day." I told him.

I concentrated and raised my hand just for show, then made a cutting motion. A concentrated mental blow to the part where I entered his mind. It should only be a small cut, like when someone cuts themselves shaving or cuts their finger on an archaic piece of paper. It's almost completely imperceptible, hurts a little, but then it goes away, almost undetectable. But for me, it's perfectly enough to find the man later if I want to, or to maybe have more of an impact on negative emotions, nightmares and the like than I do now. I don't know if this part will work, but I will find my own "sign". If everything is true, this "cut" should appear as a tiny scar, a cut on the man's face that will hardly bleed. If it didn't work the first time, I kept trying until it did. And only then do I speak again.

"You're mine now, little bug. And you can go about your business. Trust me, I'll see you in the future." I told him and with my hand I threw him a kiss.

While this was going on in the man's mind, I had learned over the years to be able to pay attention to reality as well; so while we talked and did my thing in there, in reality I removed myself from the room and entered one of the secret passages, corridors. When I left the man's mind, I was now close to the hangar. Once there, I boarded one of the cloaked shuttles to leave the planet. It made no difference to me whether we won or lost; I had done my job. And I was looking forward to meeting this Jedi again. I wondered if he would see the truth or remain blind and a puppet of the Force...

Last post.​

 

[Onrai]

Allies: Ellayina L'lerim
Smug: Krepusculum Veritas
Active Enemies: Raphael Gallustrade Matsu Ike Vulpesen Nathan Bloodscrawl
Incapacitated/Non-Threat Enemies: Thirdas Heavenshield Silas Westgard

Onrai sighed and, focusing unilaterally around her manifestation, sought to drain the Force energy that Krepusculum was made of. At the same time, the fragment of the moon dislodged itself and, passing by a number of ships engaged in battle, began to travel closer towards the planet's surface. Her manifestation looked at Krep, smirking with her own satisfaction as the chunk of moon hurtled towards the planet's surface.

"They already were thrown out of alignment when Ashla was shattered. Nice try, though."

The manifestation, aware of Nathan Bloodscrawl's attempted teleport attack, moved to boot him in the stomach, knowing precisely where and when he was going to jump into her vicinity. Whether she connected or not, she shrugged it off as he moved to attack another of her manifestations.

-

The pull was sudden for the manifestation of Onrai that had been conflicting with Matsu and Vulpesen. Something drew it away from the temple, into the enigmatic void that was the Spectrum at the end of the Galaxy. It took several seconds for the manifestation to understand exactly what was happening, before it began to respond to Matsu.

"Having touched the Old Ones, and imbibed of them, I know more than anyone could ever imagine. Were you to leave the dichotomy of the Jedi, perhaps I would share my knowledge with you and you would learn more about the what the past held - and what the future may yet hold."

As she spoke, most of the essence of the manifestation was silently shunted out of this domain, wherever it had been drawn - back to the temple. The portion of Onrai's essence struck the temple roof and channeled itself through the temple again, rushing through the stone and crystal before inky blackness leapt upon Vulpesen from every conceivable angle. The shadowed form of Onrai herself stood some distance away, hand focused as she gathered together what shrapnel she could, focusing on replicating the classic Shorn maneuver.

"This is going to hurt me more than it hurts you."

A blast of shrapnel sent at supersonic speed towards the vulpine Jedi would hopefully strike him as he was entangled or enmeshed in the webbing of her malevolent essence. It had been good enough to end Dranok Lussk's hopes for Emperor once upon a time. Maybe it would end his own. The manifestation brought a hand back as the shards flew forward, seeking to backhand the teleporting Nathan Bloodscrawl as he attempted to attack the particular manifestation before jumping away. She was aware of what he was doing, where he would teleport in, and what he would attempt to do to her - if he continued with the assault, he would only be opening himself up to more and more strikes.

-

"Ah." The Onrai manifestation said, observing Syd as she sought to scorch the temple. The molten crystal and rock mixture she had made rushed towards her courtesy of the entity's influence, seeking to pour itself into her eyes, ears, nose, mouth, or anywhere else it could smolder her. The mechanical Darktroopers continued to blast the clones as they rushed in, energy shields soaking up batteries of fire as they continued to lay down copious quantities of blaster fire. The ambient temperature in the temple itself rose, partially due to the fire attacks of the enigmatic sorceress and partially due to the heat of all the blaster bolts that had been fired.

The teleporting Nathan had seemingly started with her - fully attuned to the environs of the Temple the manifestation was prepared as it moved to block his strike against her before pinging to another manifestation on-world. When he returned, she would thrust her hand forward, seeking to pierce through the man's torso and, hopefully, pull his heart from his torso, along with any other dangling organ bits. He was a human, and for his ability to plan strikes from multiple aspects, he was unlikely to be prepared to be struck back with each successive teleport - it was to her the equivalent of throwing one's face into the fist of a dozen men, smashing their head into each set of knuckles one after the other.

After all, the best attack was one that required little direct action on the part of the attacker, using the enemy's own actions against them.

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

LOCATION: Tython | OBJECTIVE: 1 | POST #: 6
TAG (ALLIES) : Azurine Varek | Hwo | Matsu Ike | Nathan Bloodscrawl
TAG (FOES) : Kaleb Sunwalker | Onrai | Krepusculum Veritas

Objective I — Akar Kesh​

He did not want a Padawan to whom he did not know following him around.

When she did… he was annoyed… imagine that…

… when she broke free of this and made her way to and up the Temple…

her destination… @Matsu Ike… he felt good. She was safe…

… and he was free…

On top of that the dark moon “Bogan” was setting. The fractured moon “Ashla” was rising. That meant only one thing.

It was time…

Then suddenly something was wrong. A piece of the light moon he had seen many times over looked… different. Wrong…

It was happening again…

Vanagor stood on the edge of the cliff to the South, his eyes fixed on the massive piece of the Tython moon Ashla hurtling towards him, towards all of them. The ground shook beneath his feet as the debris from the moon rained down upon the planet's surface, threatening to destroy everything in its path. That and he had apparently hit the Fallen Jedi in front of him harder than he had thought. Pretending it wasn't much of a hit.

Oh not even close…

The time is now.

With the exploding roof in view...Vanagor raised his hands, calling upon the Force to protect himself and those around him. With a deep breath, he focused his energy and unleashed a powerful storm to which he called a bolt of lightning at the asteroid, sending a wave of energy outwards towards the falling debris.

It would not be enough…

Luckily for you…We’re done here.

Using his strength to “aggressively” place his hand on the Dark Side Elite’s chest and the Force to push him away, hard. The big man then clipped his lightsaber back over his back and reached for his comm-link as he went running in the opposite direction.

[ROLLER! Are you close?

The steward astromech droid aboard his ship came back with an excited response when in the background an angry response was heard over the droid. It was RO-O3 "RUDE!". A very snarky, very jealous astromech.

[Rude! Shut up for half a second! Are you close?]

The droid responded positively. They were not that far away and could get there, it would be dangerous, but they would get there.

[Be safe, come in low and do not stop] It took a few moments for the ship to get there, but it would have to be alright as Caltin was busy dealing with even more Acolytes. The problem is Ashla, or a part of it, was getting ever closer. Finally the Spectre came barreling in low over the treetops… Caltin was on his comm-link again as it looked like the ship was slowing down…

[Keep your speed up!] Leaping into the air with the assistance of the Force, the big man landed on the dorsal side of the bow. Grasping a hold of one of the ion cannons, he kept talking. [Climb! Full speed! Climb!]

Roller asked quizzically what was going on.

[Just trust me! Full sub-light, right for that falling asteroid!]

R0-03 could be heard, complaining over the comm-link.

[Shut up!]

The speed increased, it became more and more difficult to hold on, but the big man managed to plant his feet on a section of the ship he could use for leverage. Slowly, he was collecting as much of the Force as he could, letting it center through all of his body, almost like a reactor.

Then he called out through the Force… to Connel… to Chrysa…

~”If I don’t make it out of this…”~

Then the voice in his head… You’re going to… you don’t have a choice… He knew who the voice was… he didn’t have to ask…

… they were going to succeed…

Before long, the ship was screaming up through the stratosphere, almost into the mesosphere of the planet when he yelled out… [Level off… NOW! In fifty feet… DIVE!]

The ship leveling off would cause some level of disorientation in terms of balance, but Master Vanagor wanted this, it was just like last time this happened. The Attempted Annihilation of Tython. The moment the ship came level and inertia began to keep him going upward, the big man pushed off with the assistance of the Force went further… and further into the mesosphere. The force (no pun intended) of his power assisted jump damaged the hull of the ship pretty badly. “She” will land easily, but may never be properly airworthy again, he could not think about that right now.

He was not “flying” or anything like that. Make no mistake, it was a strong jump, but that was not the point of this. What he was about to do was…

Arms tucked in and eyes closed, Caltin relied on his mind’s eye that he was on a direct intercept course with the falling meteorite. This was an “endgame” maneuver for him, he was not looking to become one with the Force, but if it happened, it happened with him doing something right.

When he could not ascend the heavens anymore and began to slow to a crescendo, there was a problem. He did not hit the asteroid, just like last time.

It didn’t matter.

It was time.

He could hold no more energy…

He was going to blow… like a reactor… then he heard a voice in his head…

Now Dad! Now!

The Force Repulse collided with the massive piece of the moon, causing it to shudder and break apart. Vanagor gritted his teeth, pouring all of his strength into the Force as he struggled to redirect the falling debris away from the nearby villages and settlements.

The Repulse of Force and electrical energy was immense. That added with the incoming power of the falling piece of moon created a shockwave. The big man using the last of his strength to push” at the chunk of rock, if he did not outright break it down, Vanagor would at least “redirect” the trajectory.

It was the best he could do…

It was all he could… there was nothing left…

Everything was going dark as he started to fall back to the planet…

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[Valek Zuraxin]

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

Zuraxin could feel the light side radiating off of Grandmaster Noble, her force of will was stronger than he had previously anticipated. The black fluid would only continue to pump into his veins, his darkness was fueled by the unholy machines the empowered him, an abomination determined to begin his reign upon a grand design centuries in the making. His palms were shaking as he tried to keep hold of the defensive bubble shielding him from her blazing fury, his optic would glare at the sabers moving to counter against her, he suspected that it would buy him only a few precious moments.

His brow furrowed when seeing how she had deflected his saber barrage, his mind moved each saber into an offensive strike. It was futile against her efforts, her body moved fluidly against the sabers, striking them back causing a ripple between the dark and the light. His data readings could make out a surge of energy from her, her words caused a wheeze from the breathing apparatus, as if Zuraxin was insulted by her words.

“Pity, I had hoped for so much more. That light will blind you, then the shadow eclipses when unseen.” Zuraxin would say, his mechanical baritone displayed hints of anger and disappointment, yet found her resolve interesting. How far would she go to achieve her ends? That he was curious of most of all, as he felt his own shield break. Then with a blinding flash, his sensors read familiar readings as he read from previous reports. Force Light, something his predecessors faced now so was he, his shield cracked and felt himself looking away.

He felt fear fuel into his rage, the darkness was enveloped around him, a protective shroud to face the wrath of the light that came against him. In that moment, several crimson blades would launch a deadly flurry of strikes against Noble just as the protective bubble finally broke. His pale hands came up to shield his face, there was a terrible cry that mixed of a droid and a man screaming as the light encroached. Through a shower of sparks was Zuraxin sent flying from his stonewalled stance. His shrouded, feeble body slammed into the machines that kept him alive, empowered him as he fell to the floor.

 

[Azurine Varek]

The Fight Begins Anew

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

Azurine looked around through the rubble, keeping the barrier up as long as she could. She felt the light of Ashla and the energy of the dark beginning to fade slowly as every second moved.

Looking up through the hole in the roof, though, terror shot through her body. What looked like an astroid .... coming steadily closer. It would annihilate all of them if it hit, and she had no idea what to do. Her resolve waned, the sheild flickering. That's when she saw it, the ship flying up followed by an explosion of pure power. She focused herself on searching the sky for a presence of any kind, and they flew wide when she realized it wasn't a weapon that had taken out the incoming threat, but a grouchy presence she recognized, Master Vanagor himself ...

No, not like this.

Her eyes narrowed with a strength of resolve quickly renewed, and she grabbed a handfull of rocks, using the force to jump back through the hole in the roof. Vulpesen could handle this. Someone had to help him.

She took a quick deep breath, her eyes fixated on the location of the presence of Caltin, and she jumped. At the end of the jump, she dropped a rock, settling her foot against it and propelling with the force again, effectively giving herself stepping stones to propell upward from. Higher and Higher. Until she reached a point where she could flip off of her last stone and grasp onto his clothing.

If I don't survive this, Master Valery Noble , then I'm so sorry ...

Azzie didn't know if her projected thought would even be able to make it to Valery, but she certainly tried to push her telepathy to its limits to make it there.

"You're not going out like this, old man, not if I can help it!"

As they fell, one arm clinging to Caltin for dear life, she lifted the other to extend outward. Once again, she poured all of her energy, everything she had in her, into channeling a silvery force barrier around them. She pulled desperately on the strength of her connection to the force, amplified in the light of the fragments of Ashla itself, and hoped that it would be enough.

I need to save us, I need to save us, I will save us! Her mind screamed, remembering the words that Jonyna had told her, violet eyes beginning to glow with a neon hue. The barrier glowed brighter and brighter, as if hung by starlight falling back to earth, wrapping them in the whispy beauty of the lightside itself. She watched as the ground rapidly approached, the determined fire in her eyes ever so present.

BOOM!

The crash reverberated out from the point of impact along with a ploom of smoke and debris. Azzie laid at the center of impact with Caltin. The barrier, having dissapated on impact, absorbed a large chunk of the damage, but not all of it. She moved her head to the side, blood dripping down from the corner of her mouth, and she prayed he'd survived. He had to have survived. Her own heartbeat was faint, but it was still there.

Allies: Caltin Vanagor Matsu Ike Vulpesen | Enemies: Dark Empire | Nearby(?):
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[Nathan Bloodscrawl]

Nathan was not so weak that he was not aware of the risks of Teleport Spamming.

Onrai reacted with skill, attacking him everywhere he appeared, but once again, Nathan was proving why the Bloodscrawls were so feared in the past.

He reacted with a practiced viciousness typical of his fanatical bloodline, his teleport flurry increasing in speed, fueled seemingly by the light of Tython deep in the world that the Sith had suppressed, swatting aside many of her blows, especially those that would have been instantly fatal or what would have knocked him out cold, because for every blow she shot out that he allowed to connect, it opened her up to a vicious flurry of stabs and slashes from his crimson bladed saber lance . Syd, still riding the flaming Tricycle construct as the Molten Crystal and rocks rushed for her, deftly evaded it as she raced through the temple, her enhanced power allowing her to redirect the molten rock and crystal into smashing into Dark Trooper droids as they raced by, Nathan tapping deeper and deeper into the Force, the Light of the planet itself, light that allowed his teleporting at the moment to become so blindingly fast that not only was he simultaneously attacking Onrai , he managed to start attacking others, sometimes grabbing enemies and using them as shields against Onrai's killing strikes. Might as well get her to do his work for him as long as he was wasting her energy trying to play whack-a Jedi.

Nathan's teleports grew faster and faster, drawing deep into the Force, deeper into the thing he had not had a high opinion of for years and years it seems.

Yet none of it mattered.

Nathan was here to kill heretics.

(Mace Windu: Shoot 'em, Stab 'em, Drown 'em, Burn 'em...)

Or, as Onrai was guilty of attempting, the last part of that quote.

Phyre! The MOON! Nathan yelled out angrily in her head as his teleports grew so fast he was not only attacking Onrai, but multiple other Sith, Dark Troopers, and imperial soldiers, grabbing them and teleporting them into fire pits, teleporting stolen grenades into enemy squads, even teleporting gobs of melted crystal and rock onto faces.

But he never ceased attacking the manifestations.

The Siege Troopers were making sandbags out of their own dead to block dark trooper fire, bodies of brothers they had breakfast with not a few days ago. Even the Dark Troopers were starting to go down regularly, the power armored siege troopers paying in blood to destroy them, with savage fighting all around, clones and Sith Lords dying with hands around each other's throats. One Clone had even scored a kill with a common claw hammer, whereas a Sith had somehow managed to wipe out a clone squad with a kitchen sink (It was unknown from where he had obtained it: It was not from the architecture of the temple)

Syd, bored of Onrai's attempts to kill her with her own elements, gave a flick of her wrist as massive levels of the artificial magma created from the debris was redirected into areas with dozens of enemy forces, drowning them brutally in flame and superheated materials, casting an ancient spell that worked the molten material into shapes like blades infused with the light side, and the mess of melted mineral would part for clones and Alliance friendlies, but violently stab anyone else to flaming death if they were in range.

And Syd was STILL riding the flame tricycle when she shot back WHAT THE FETH AM I SUPPOSED TO DO ABOUT THE MOON?! in her head.

IS CALTIN THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN FLY? Nathan asked back in angry telepathy.

Syd sighed, and focused before she flew upward, shrouded in the green flames of the light side as she burst violently through the top of the temple, flying to the redirected moon piece as it fell, scrambling for a plan to unfeth the situation. Caltin Vanagor had done something that astounded even one of her power. But she had a more subtle plan as she blasted apart chunks of the falling moon.

Her flesh shuddered horrifically as she drew on not just the power of Tython itself, but her Wound Dyad with Nathan. She called on the essence of every Jedi that died on this world to keep it from ruin and tyranny.

But more than that, she relied on her hope for Starlin Rand .

A green beam of light shot out from her shuddering body in the sky. She did not try to stop the giant Asteroid. That's impossible...

Instead, she charged an ancient spell, and the light beam hit the chunk of falling moon and spread out into millions of hairline cracks as it started to break down into small chunks...

and take shape...

The Asteroid broke down into millions of stone constructs of flying beetles, birds, whatever flew...and kept spreading apart, Syd screaming as she channeled the ritual. She would NOT allow the Sith to destroy the planet like petulant children, and she was familiar enough with the Maw to hate them.

The chunk of asteroids turned into a soon gently descending swarm. Incapable of harm. They would gradually lose their charge in a few hours.

Syd's flesh gradually reset as she flew back down in a mad dive, firebombing every enemy she could see as she rushed back in to keep destroying the temple, Nathan's religious fervor infecting her as she got back to killing ...

Valery Noble

Azurine Varek

Vulpesen

Matsu Ike

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery's movements were a blur of precision and fluidity, her lightsaber clashing against Zuraxin's crimson blades as they hissed through the air. Each swing from the Sith Lord's telekinetically controlled weapons was relentless, but Valery deflected them with the grace of a seasoned warrior, using her agility to dodge and weave between his strikes.

However, the ferocity of his assault grew, and in one split second, mere moments after the release of her burst of Force Light, a crimson blade slipped past her defense. The searing heat sliced across her cheek, leaving a sharp sting that sent a pulse of pain through her. Gritting her teeth, Valery staggered briefly but quickly regained her balance. The cut, though shallow, was a stark reminder of the danger she faced. That could have been her head.

Blood trickled down her cheek, mixing with the sweat that had begun to form from the intensity of the battle. But the pain only fueled her resolve.

But then, something shifted. A sudden, distant void echoed in her mind — the unmistakable sensation that her bond with Kahlil had stretched farther than before. She felt it like a jolt through their Dyad, the distance between them growing wider as if something had pulled him far away.

Her heart pounded, unsettled by the realization that Kahlil Noble was on a station surrounded by undead, and now, he was further from her than he should be.

Focus.

With a sharp inhale, Valery pushed the concern aside. She had to get through this first. She refocused her attention on Zuraxin, now sent flying by the sheer power of her Light. He had been thrown against the machines that sustained him, and it was clear that the Force Light had shaken him deeply. Could she end it now? Was this her chance to end this war before it could consume even more planets?

"I told you, Zuraxin," she said, her voice sharp as a blade, "The light always reveals the truth." With that, Valery closed the distance rapidly, her blade drawn up and ready to be pierced down into his body as he lay on the floor. An attack to take advantage of the one opportunity she had to finish him before he could control his crimson blades again.

Valek Zuraxin ​

 

[Tycho Arak]

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

She avoided his attack. Not surprising. This wasn't a slouch in the Force. Being as connected as she was to it, it was almost impossible for anything he did to go unnoticed by her. But then, that was the point of what he'd done. She knew what he did, countered it by avoiding a linear path to him, and chose to engage directly because she believed, rightly so, that they were in a Force induced stalemate without engaging in direct, physical combat. Their levels of control of their abilities were too even, and while she could feed on what he did, he could counter what she did. It was a pointless waste of energy.

The issue was that she had moved into his wheelhouse, the place where he felt the most comfortable in combat.

Her hand caught his blade. That was something of a surprise, but he didn't let that feeling linger. People had used abilities to stop or catch blades before and he was familiar with ways to do it himself. Hers was different, as he could see she was attempting to drain the power cell of his blade. Really quite clever.

The real problem was her other hand bringing her blade up towards his armpit. As a one handed weapon wielder, his left arm was currently free, but she still had the advantage and her blade struck him beneath the arm. He grimaced, but his hand moved to catch her arm and stop her from driving the blade through for a killing stroke. It hurt, but he remained focused as he thumbed the activation switch on his lightsaber, turning it off. This allowed him to move the weapon forward, reactivate it, and swing an upward swing aimed at cutting her arm off at the shoulder.

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

LOCATION: Tython | OBJECTIVE: 1 | POST #: 6
TAG (ALLIES) : Azurine Varek

Objective I — Akar Kesh​

For some reason…

… somehow…

… slamming into the ground jarred some consciousness into Vanagor…

He couldn’t move, too sore, he couldn’t even open his eyes. He could barely sense anyone around him, but he knew who was.

Kynn Jarmin spoke highly of you…

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[Valek Zuraxin]

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


His breathing was raspy, struggling to compose himself, did the pale man try to stand. Zuraxin could feel the mysterious black fluid that pumped through his veins had stopped, and now was using the Force to keep himself together, the cells of his body had rallied after being throwback to the far side of the chamber. He could feel that while his sabers were deactivated, the mark left on Noble’s face was a reminder that he wasn’t entirely defenseless. Though now he could feel himself grow weaker by the moment.

His limbs started to move, not able to stand on his two feet not without the black liquid. Slowly he started to move in a crawl, each movement brought a horrible wheezing from his mask. The pained sounds mixed of organic and machine as he tried to get away from the Grandmaster, his optic was scrambled he couldn’t get any data, the infrared vision was garbled and distorted from the damage. Much of the cybernetic components struggled to work, and he felt at his most vulnerable. For a moment he couldn’t spot Noble through the dimly lit chamber, but knew that the Jedi was relentless in her quest to destroy him. The question he wondered about was if she could kill him? Could she as a Jedi strike down such evil? The thought both repulsed and excited him to see how far the hubris was going.

However, before he could move a few feet forward, he was intercepted by Noble. He looked up to her, his hands brought close to shield himself in a vain attempt to stop her. He was horrified, fear had gripped him completely. “No, don’t kill me… Please have mercy…” Zuraxin would try to say through the damaged respirator, he tried to manifest the darkness around him, an attempt to finally throw the murderous Jedi off of him.

He allowed the fear to turn into anger, suffering to turn into a simmering rage. While he wore the mask of a weakling, a coward he would use that to his advantage. While his pleas would no doubt fall on deaf ears, a bubble slowly started to wrap around his shrouded form. Lightning started to crack around him, just as her blade was ready to pierce into his monstrous form, did the pale man glare with pure hatred.

“Not today, Jedi! Not today!” He roared out the telekinetic bubble mixed with the lightning, dust and debris swirled into a crescendo, before being sent flying into a piercing blow against Noble. The use of Force Maelstrom an ancient technique mixed his telekinetic power with Sith Lightning, all hoping to pierce through her body and send her crashing into the durasteel walls of the chamber.

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery's blade was poised above Zuraxin, the light of the saber reflecting in her determined eyes as she prepared to end this battle. The hiss of the lightsaber's energy filled the chamber, and for a moment, time seemed to slow. She could see the terror in his face, hear the desperation in his voice as he begged for mercy. But the Jedi within her knew this was a ruse, a final deception from a cornered Sith Lord.

Before she could strike, however, the air shifted.

A surge of power erupted from Zuraxin, a seething wave of malevolent energy that crackled with dark lightning. The Force itself seemed to convulse in warning, but Valery had no time to react. The Maelstrom formed around him, a tempest of telekinetic fury and Sith Lightning coalescing into a monstrous storm.

"Not today, Jedi! Not today!" Zuraxin's voice tore through the chaos, filled with rage and defiance.

The blast struck her with the force of a cannon, and in an instant, she was hurled across the chamber like a ragdoll. Her body slammed into the durasteel wall with a sickening thud, the wind knocked out of her lungs as her lightsaber clattered to the ground. The pain was immediate and all-consuming — a deep, searing agony that tore through her limbs and muscles. The arcs of Sith Lightning wrapped around her body like hungry serpents, burning her skin and sending waves of excruciating pain coursing through her nerves.

A scream tore from her throat as she writhed on the cold floor, every muscle convulsing under the relentless assault of the dark energy. The lightning danced over her, striking again and again, each burst of energy piercing deeper into her flesh and spirit. Her vision blurred, the edges of her consciousness threatening to fade under the overwhelming pain.

But then, something within her sparked — something deeper than the agony, stronger than the pain. The fire of her resolve, the unbreakable will that had carried her through every battle and every loss, ignited. Valery's fingers twitched, her hand beginning to rise despite the agony coursing through her. Slowly, agonizingly, she extended her arm out in front of her, palm facing Zuraxin and the storm he had unleashed.

Tutaminis.

Through the haze of pain, she began to draw in the energy of the lightning. Her hand, once trembling and weak, became steady as a soft blue glow formed around her fingers. The lightning that had been ravaging her body now bent toward her palm, drawn in like a funnel of pure energy. The blue light grew brighter, stronger, swirling with increasing intensity as the arcs of dark energy were absorbed into the Force.

Her scream of pain transformed into a low growl of determination. Her eyes snapped open, focused and clear, as the power she absorbed coalesced into something greater — something unstoppable. The storm that had sought to consume her was now her weapon, a power she had mastered.

Valery's body trembled with the sheer energy she now held within her, her connection to the Force radiating outward like the sun breaking through a storm. Her lips curled into a grimace of defiance as her voice cut through the crackle of lightning.

"You will not break me."

With a final, decisive motion, she pushed the energy outward.

An explosion of pure Force energy erupted from her hand, a tidal wave of light and power that surged through the chamber. The very air seemed to shudder as the blast wave expanded, hitting Zuraxin with the full, unrelenting force of her will. The walls groaned under immense pressure, cracks spreading through the stone and durasteel as this very section of the temple began to crumble.

The ceiling trembled, and then, with a deafening roar, began to collapse.

Massive chunks of stone and metal rained down, the temple itself succumbing to the power she had unleashed. The ground quaked, the supports groaning as they gave way. Dust and debris filled the air as the chamber became a storm of destruction, an avalanche of rubble descending upon the Sith Lord.

Valery, still kneeling on the ground, her body shaking from the effort, watched as parts of the temple fell around them. She could feel the weight of it all, the finality of her actions. Yet through it all, she remained steady, her connection to the Force anchoring her in the storm of chaos.

The battle was not over, but Zuraxin would not emerge from this unscathed.

She rose to her feet slowly, her breathing labored but controlled, and called her lightsaber back to her hand.

Valek Zuraxin ​

 

[Valek Zuraxin]

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

Zuraxin watched as the intense power of the Maelstrom consumed both himself and the Jedi Master before him, what he had expected was for the raw telekinetic energy mixed Sith Lightning would destroy his enemy in what appeared to be a desperate gambit. However, while he had bought himself time, he watched as Noble would take in the bombardment of his attack, the force of his blast slamming her against the far side of the chamber, the arcs of lightning channeling through her body, he saw flashes of her skeleton through the dancing arcs. His pale hands were stretched outward, unleashing the full power of the dark side through her.

What Zuraxin didn’t expect was for it all to backfire, just as he had unleashed all of his darkness would she fight through her pain. Her palm outstretched to take in the dark energy, acting as a conduit for it. Before he could attempt to redirect the dark side energies, would she take it all in. Then came the reaction as a blast of explosive Force energy would expand from her reach, all the energy he fed came back to him ten fold. He felt his pale flesh, his cybernetics burn from the intensity of the blast, using the Force did he keep himself grounded, unable to be knocked back.

The damage to the chamber was too great, cracks formed through the twisted durasteel and stone. Chunks started to fall, for Zuraxin could only look up in horror. If it wasn’t to prevent himself from crashing into the walls, now he had to worry about the ceiling crashing down upon his very head. His pale hands reached out this time outstretched above his head. The chunks of debris falling down to which could only be barely slowed. His hands shook as he felt the pressure building, more and more pieces would fall until he was almost buried beneath the rubble.

The chamber once a sanctuary to keep his shattered form alive, was now full of debris and destroyed machines, yet Zuraxin was unable to give up. He sensed Noble was approaching him with her saber in hand. The simmering rage once more unleashed, as he would free himself from the debris. Pieces of metal and stone would be sent right towards the Jedi Master, a whirlwind to engulf and consume her as Zuraxin slowly rose, his breathing was still wheezing. He kept his saber close to him in case Noble would strike from the debris sent flying in her direction. “Kill me if you wish, but I won’t make it easy for you.” Zuraxin said defiantly, he felt his body was weakening rapidly, how much longer could he keep it up?

 

[Dyans Keto]

Post: 9
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 she forced the energy into the body from the blade as she attempted to drain it searing pain began to creep up the length of her arm. The heat of the plasma blade though being absorbed still burned at the flesh eating through the flesh and muscle killing the nerves until there was nothing but a dead cold numb feeling in the hand. Her eyes burned with fury and her teeth gritted through the pain she was bringing upon her body.

It started out slow the coldness creeping up her arm first starting with incredible pain then going cold numb inch by inch. His hand reached out and grabbed her arm to halt the progress of her blade going further into his body. She struggled against his grasp, her strength was incredible, but she couldn't focus on both attacks at once. One had to take precedence over the other. She knew her blade had struck him but not deep enough to cause the serious damage she was hoping for.

So, at the moment he shut off his saber she pivot on her right foot so her right side was no facing him head. His saber turned on and came again came down, slicing once again into her left arm striking her this time midway between her should and elbow since she moved. Her wrist on her sword turned inward to twist the blade where it had caught him in the armpit. As her left arm came clean off by his saber blade strike. Then she continued her pivot with all the pain from her arm raging up her arm with sword in hand pulling up and out to free her arm from his grasp and try cause as much damage to his left arm as he had done to hers.

As she went into a full pivot and once her back was to him, she took off in a dead sprint. Her remaining illusions jumping in to distract him and mentally command the few risen dead that had survived the concussive force of dark and light colliding to slow him down. As she ran she let out a loud shrieking otherworldly howl calling for her childer in the area to come to her aid as well. The only good thing about a saber wound is she wasn't going to bleed out but perhaps he would. The fight was over but her war with the alliance was only just beginning.

 

[Tycho Arak]

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

She twisted and turned and he could feel the tip of her weapon digging into his arm, sending a searing pain shooting through him as it hit the nerve cluster there and utterly destroyed it. The one thing she was right about in all of this was that her wounds were cauterized, and his wounds were leaving him bloodied and bleeding. He could start to feel his strength faltering as the seconds ticked by, even as his blade came up and sliced her arm off between her shoulder and elbow, the limb falling lifeless to the ground.

The movements she'd made now put her in a position where his arm was barely containing her and he new he was in danger of having the same thing done to him, so he did something drastic and released her arm just before it was in the correct position, and also pulled his arm away while beginning to twist himself.

The end result was that her blade sliced through his arm, but not cleanly. It shattered the bone and left his arm flopping at his side, completely useless, but it could be salvaged in the end. Provided, of course, he didn't bleed out in the interim.

She ran and he thought to pursue, but it would be stupid to do so. He'd won the battle, but he'd taken a beating for doing so. Instead, he backed away from her illusions and her children, heading back int he direction from which he'd come so that he could meet up with the rest of his sentinels. As he moved, he used the Force to temporarily stem the blood flow to his injured arm, which would keep him from bleeding out, but if he did it for too long, he'd end up losing the arm anyway.

In this manner, he could make it back to his shuttle and escape to get medical attention. Somewhat humiliating, but he wasn't a fool, and he didn't particularly want to die.

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[Thal Mantis]

Kaleleon

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Thal sneered at the Jedi's words, pacing back and forth, while they were both encased in the shield that the Jedi made. His eyes were hate-filled and darkened, losing their signature ice blue for a darker shade, a subtle sign of the corruption he had willingly undertook.

"And yet, you're here, aren't you, Jedi?" He said the word with such hate, such venom that it was hard to focus on anything else in the sentence. The very notion of the word seemed to be poison to him, a curse.

"The Alliance, the Empire, they all deserve to burn. They all deserve it."

He paced back and forth more quickly, sneering hatred replacing meditation and focus. He was seething with rage, justified and not.

"Or what, Kale? You'll kill me? How many fathers, how many sons, have you killed today, hm? Just one more, hm? Why not one more? Why not another planet under the Alliance? Why not another tax base, why not another body to put into the ground, hm? Can't you feel it- the death in the air. So much of it. All because the Jedi wanted their planet back. They wanted their ancestral home back. Tython, Jedha, all these places. So much bloodshed. For you."

He got back in his face, and grabbed the lightsaber in Kale's hands, not ripping it from his hands, but angling it right under his chin.

"Go on Kale. Do it. I'm forcing your hand, aren't I? You aren't responsible. It isn't you. It's never you. Always someone else. I've killed more people than I care to count. But I never lie to myself about it."

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery's boots crunched against the fractured ground as she advanced toward Zuraxin, the destruction around her failing to deter her unwavering resolve. Her violet blade carved through the flying debris with effortless precision, each strike a testament to her focus. The chunks of stone and metal were no match for her, shattering mid-air, disintegrating with every slash and deflection.

The air crackled with tension, Zuraxin's defiance thick in the atmosphere as he hurled the remnants of the chamber toward her. Each piece of debris he flung was met by either the brilliant slash of her blade or the raw power of the Force that pulsed from her fingertips. She was relentless, her eyes locked onto the crumbling form of the Sith Lord. But even as her determination pressed her forward, the growing rumble of the collapsing temple began to echo louder in her ears. Massive chunks of ceiling began to groan and fall around them, the entire structure beginning to cave in on itself.

For a brief second, she considered finishing it — driving her blade through Zuraxin and ending this fight. But then, the Force whispered a warning, sharper and clearer than ever before. Her connection to Kahlil Noble pulsed with urgency, reminding her of those she still had to save — her husband, the Padawans, those who depended on her. The choice was clear, even as the frustration clawed at her chest.

Valery's gaze flickered back to Zuraxin, her lightsaber still humming with deadly intent. She took a step closer, her voice low, seething with promise. "This isn't over, Zuraxin."

Her words cut through the storm of destruction, but before she could advance further, the ceiling above her buckled. Stone, dust, and metal cascaded down like a deadly waterfall, forcing her to act. She extended her hand, using the Force to push the falling debris aside, but more kept coming. The entire structure was caving in faster than she could manage. Pursuing him now would mean certain death — not just for her, but for those she loved.

Valery's heart clenched but she had already made her decision. With a final look, she turned on her heel, her lightsaber extinguishing as she sprinted toward the exit.

High on adrenaline that numbed the pain of her injuries, but her determination stronger than ever before.

Valek Zuraxin ​

 

[Kaleleon]

Thal Mantis

Thal was a complicated man in some ways. He wanted those who were responsible for the deaths of so many to face judgement, but was doing so by killing soldiers that he so vied for. He wanted to keep the idea alive that he was some kind of justice in the world when not justice was sought for on his behalf. It was soul crushing to see that. To hear that he wanted to do the right thing. He wanted families to stay together. To not be split apart by war and by destruction. Yet that is not how the world works.

There has never really been a time in which the Galaxy was not at war with something. Even during the Gulag Plague, many civilizations fought their own people to try and curb the destruction that the plague brought. Horror stories my father told me of many members on Weik being affected by it, and some of the Paladins wanted to just burn cities to prevent its spread. Even now, since then, Multiple Sith Empires, Multiple Jedi Factions. Multiple Mandalorian iterations. All wanting to expand and reclaim the worlds lost from the plague caused such conflict.

He wanted the ideal world. He wanted justice. Without understanding that there was no such thing as true justice. No such thing as true peace. He failed to see that even if I were not to be the one to try and preserve life as much as a could, there would still be another to rise and do the same. Even if Carnifex was not a thing, there would have been a different sith with the same ambitions to do the same.

Even with the inactive saber directed to the base of my chin. Feeling the emitter pushing just underneath my tongue through the gap of the jaw, I clenched my teeth. Almost grinding them. This was futile, it was a waste of time trying to get him to understand. Yet I still wanted to try. I still wanted to give him all that he asked for and more. I wanted to give him his father back. I wanted him to have a life outside of the wars. However, I couldn't do that. No one could.

Pulling my head up off of the emitter, I used my left hand to remove his hand from mine. Gently, and trying to speak to him. One. Last. Time.

"Thal, if I could end any war, without shedding blood, without firing a shot, without causing destruction, I would. You know that's impossible. You know that these wars are caused by so much more than just 'Reclaiming lost worlds'. Its a fight for power and control. Alliance, Jedi, Sith, Mandalorians, Imperials, it doesn't matter. They all fear chaos and hell. They all want to thrive. You are asking for a perfect utopia that is not possible."

I shook my head. Really trying to understand. I just wanted to stop the whole world around me so then just he and I could sort through this, but he was being headstrong. Fighting for an idea that is honorable, and one I had fought for so long as well. I just realized that the galaxy is imperfect, and will not meet those demands.

"I will face judgement by whatever higher powers there are for my sins. For my acts of killing soldiers who were following orders. I willingly accept my fate. Saying I must face it now when there are still people who wish to make this conflict ever eternal? Forcing, coercing me to face retribution when you haven't done that yourself, is rich. How will you make the Jedi and Sith suffer, without killing fathers, and brothers, and family? And who will dole out your consequence when the deed is done?"

My left hand reached out. The helmet zipping to my hand and placed upon my head. The seal reattaching quickly as I spoke through the helmet.

"Hide behind your fathers helmet if you must, but don't patronize me and everyone else around you for something they had no hand in. You treat me like I killed your father. You act as if I am the one at fault when you damn well know you have done the same."

The bubble of the shield went down. I wasn't willing to focus on it any more. Knowing that Thal was broken, I didn't want to break him more. I just took steps back. Moving away from him. Creating distance not to fight him, but because there was something more important to me here. A showing of what he wanted. I would back off.

"You are lost Thal. I won't fight you."

 

[Thal Mantis]

A WAR WITHOUT END

Kaleleon

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Thal stood there, his back flexing with each weighted breath. Maybe he was going to attack Kale, maybe he was going to fight more. But he looked down- the soldier that he threw the knife at-

He deliberately didn't kill him. Say what you will about what he might've been thinking. Whether it was intentional or not. But so far, Thal hadn't killed anyone- today.

Thal picked up his father's helmet, holding it, but not putting it back on. Perhaps there was something to him keeping the disguise, or some sentimental value to the man he never met. Some part of him that wanted to be loved, to be appreciated. To not feel the way he always did. But he looked over at Kale, hate replacing hope in his eyes.

"You'll regret not killing me, Kale. Maybe not tomorrow, maybe not today. But I will make you regret it."

He stood silent for a moment, letting the weight of his resolve come over his words. Thal wanted them to suffer. The Alliance, the Sith, everyone.

"You will all suffer."