Invasion Battle of O'reen (Invasion Rep vs. Fringe)

[Allyson Locke]

BRIDGE ZETA

Oh how the past repeats itself.

Spencer listened the Jedi, it was probably the most she had ever heard her speak in this battle. Her hand movements once again put Spencer in preparation, it was only a matter of time till words were going to get old. She couldn’t help but smile as he listened to the insult from the Jedi. The woman spoke of things she knew nothing about.

The hook shot out at her and Spencer drew her blade, on ignition she swiped the blade towards string cutting through it. Spencer assumed the Jedi had more so she wasn’t going to count her luck just yet. The blade remained in her hand, it felt odd - but she still understood and knew how to use it. Her Master someone who excelled at Shii-Cho passed on its lessons to her. A step back and a laugh as she looked at Daella.

"Don't speak to me about 'base.' You stand there, untested, untried, without a faintest clue of what it means to be a woman, much less a Jedi. I forged my own code. You subscribe to a creed that you give lie to with every breath you take. I don't need a perfect peace. I just need 'my' peace. You haven't given up anything. You just shrugged off responsibility, and now you're found wanting."

She remained calm as she spoke to the Jedi, her tone sharp as she continued to speak and her eyes focused searching for a sign of attack.

"You know what the Galaxy fears now? It fears the hiss of falling Jedi blades. Not Sith, not pirates, not mercenaries, Mandalorians, /you./ You don't protect. You don't preserve. You burn worlds and leave fields of corpses in your wake. You let the greatest hypocrite of you all stand in place as Grandmaster. Call me base all you like. I was never such a coward to kowtow to any grey-faced senator, or an out of control lunatic”

A smirk spread across her face as she felt the rain begin to come down harder. The storm began to brew and she laughed again as another spear of midnight black formed.

"So what now, girl? You've any vitriol left? If I can bed the Empress of Ten Thousand Worlds and make it my name she prays, what do you have? Let's face it. The reason, the only reason any of you here, was because you couldn't stand to watch a Queen Conquer."

As she finished Spencer took the offensive for the first time between them. The spear cut through the air and headed towards the Jedi’s shoulder. Spencer wasn’t one to kill, but if this Jedi had a death wish she would grant it.

@[member="Daella Apparine"] @[member="Diana Moridena"] @[member="Ashin Varanin"]

 

[Commander Lusk]

The pink mist, Rolland lived to see it. To take a shot at over five hundred meters and see your targets head explode. Through augmentation and some of the best gear and training in the galaxy Rolland was next to unstoppable in a fight. He wasn't the type of person to make banter with you as he fought. He was the type o type of soldier who would shoot you in your face and call it a day. And that's what he was going to do the man bleating out two hundred meters away. Shoot him and call it a day, Rolland had to move up but he was getting close to republic lines. They were being pushed back into their ships as their heroes fell one by one. Taking his rifle Rolland sighted in and fired the remaining two rounds at a two republic troopers killing them in an instant. Popping out the spent clip Rolland moved up to two hundred meters and took cover behind a downed AT-SA. He had to reload now, sliding a fresh clip in Rolland pushed the bolt forward to chamber his round.

This was it, clear line of fire. The man was crawling now, he wouldn't be hard to hit. This would likely be his last few shots fired unless he wanted to push forward through republic lines to send the man to hell himself. But Rolland was trained better than that, he knew a suicide mission when he saw one and that was one right there. With fife fresh rounds Rolland sighted in on his wounded target. He almost felt sorry for the man, but what little compassion the man had, memories back or not died with Jerrick. Leveling his sights on the man's back Rolland aimed center mass on the center of the man's spinal column. So even if the armor held up still, have fun with months of physical therapy learning how to walk again. Wrapping his finger around the trigger Rolland squeezed and fired another three rounds at the man's back. @[member="Ordo"]

 

[Rasu Gan]

With the healing almost done, Rasu could feel the renewed energy flow through her. The Jedi Master had done an amazing job with all the poison now having left her system and two of the three wounds closed up, she was indeed indebted to the Jedi Healer. However her fight was far from over, now with nothing stopping her from returning to battle, Rasu turned her gaze back to the Overlord. Now with his amphistaff's wrapped across his chest and two rather sharp looking claw gauntlets adorned on his hands, the Vong uttered another ear-piercing cry. Tensing at the sound of his shrieks, Rasu slowly stood up, bringing feeling back into her legs and arms, already gripping her sabers again as the remainder of Dredge's forces charged in the Jedi's direction. Interrupting the Jedi Master's healing, she turned to her, helping her onto her feet as well.

"I hope you're ready for a fight Master," she said, looking out at the Vong warriors, Grutchin and the three fire-breathers that were making their way over, "because we've got some more company." Already Vong warriors had reached them, many of them heading towards the Master as she remained weaponless. Leaping to her aid, her legs ached in pain as they still adjusted to moving again. Bringing her sabers down upon the first Vong, she sliced through his neck, leaving a sense of shock on the creatures face as his head rolled off his body. Running into the middle of the group she began to distract the warriors, giving the Master enough time to grab her own saber and leap into the fray. Her arms ached from the sudden change to fighting, sending pulses of pain as she swung her weapons into the Vong's own amphistaffs and flesh.

Danger sense tingled down her spine as the shadow of a fire-breather loomed over the group. Jumping up as it's jaw opened, she landed on it's neck as fire spewed forth from it's mouth, vaporising the remaining Vong warriors that had attacked the pair of Jedi. With a full swing of the yellow blade, the fire-breather's own head fell away from it's body, a burnt ring surrounding the stump that was the beast's neck. Leaping off the body as it collapsed, she landed back next to Leori, ready to defend her against any other foes that dared face them. And as it happened, Dredge was the one who had enough nerve. Charging towards them on one of the two remaining fire-breathers, Dredge stared down at the two Jedi, Rasu could feel the rage and hatred in just his glare. She glared back, remaining as emotionless as possible despite the apprehension in her core.

Before she could react, she was thrown to the ground, the utter surprise of the mental attack forced a gasp out of her body as she collided with the rocky terrain. Fighting it, she looked up to Dredge's steed, already bringing up a foot to crush the Shi'ido. Acting quickly if she was to save her own life, she followed the trace of the mental attack and gripped the user in the Force, a tall, armored man, hand extended towards the woman. Picking him up in the Force, she could feel his alarm and panic, as she threw him into the lengthy neck of Dredge's mount, causing it to stagger and it's foot landing only a hair-breadths away from her body. Leaping up onto her feet, she jumped towards the Overlord, flinging one of her sabers at the armored man who had forced her too the ground, while her other one plunged into the gaping mouth of one of the amphistaff's, pushing it out through the creatures skin and intending to pierce the Supreme Overlord's neck, finishing this fight for good.

@[member="Supreme Overlord Dredge"], @[member="Romeo S"], @[member="Leori Sheltrak"], @[member="Break"]

 

[Break]

Break had arrived earlier and watched what had happened between the newly renewed @[member="Rasu Gan"] and his master @[member="Supreme Overlord Dredge"] he stayed just under cover taking advantage of the fact he was a droid and would not be noticed by the force. He tried to stay hidden ducking behind rocks and debris moving closer and closer that's when he saw it. His plan of attack. The Kraken M1 Mini Gun Slug thrower. That beautiful piece of machine never looked so radiant. Brea made a mad dash to it picking it up with ease he snapped it off the tripod and began firing. His HUD locked on to the Lady jedi's face. He chuckled in his mind "Hello Jedi, meet 1800 RPS of pure happiness!"

Break opened fire upon the Jedi who was particularly busy paying attention to dredge the slug thrower did it's job perfectly. Giving him the excitement he so desired this fight.

 

[Dredge]

. Single handily the Jedi head mistress had killed a lot of Vong. she truly was a powerful opponent and deserved to be a master of the force. it was time to get down to the fight at hand. The two blades pierced the staffs on his body leaving them dead. Thankfully the staff's body weight careened down causing the blade to hit his right eye burning it out of his socket and glance downward only burning skin deep and off his armor. But an eye for an eye was needed. Backing up the escorts on the now dead war beasts stood behind him as dredge grabbed the saber hanging out of the dead snakes mouth and crushed it destroying the blade.

Ripping the dead snakes off his body dredge didn't say a word to the Jedi. The two escorts that had handed him the fighting staffs now gave up their last weapon set. Their amphistaffs, it would not be that easy for the Jedi despite her amazing skills with a blade. Wrapping the two new staffs around his body dredge looked over to the side where the small droid was firing up the machine gun to kill the crap out of Rasu. Raising his hand the remaining dozen of Gretchin began to spit acid down on Rasu to kill her or hurt her very badly. . They had failed in their mission and now it was time for her to run or die. She had taken an eye from the vong leader and If the woman looked around she could see Jedi masters being taken out by super soldiers, mercs crawling on the ground bleeding out. The republic had lost here, and all she was doing now was biding time before she too would fall. Dredge gave a roar at the woman as the scar along his face still burned bright. He would have his vengeance. @[member="Break"] @[member="Rasu Gan"] @[member="Romeo S"]

 

[The Red of Sinner]

Unsure of what just happen,, Romeo shot out his hands, now was the time to die, or get the frak out for her. Binding the darkness to will that was the force, he fed on the anger Dredge felt for the jedi, and fed on his own anger that he had for the concept of the being infront of him. Red beams shot out of his hands, as he began to attempt to untangle the life threads that held one in the living world. "Die already!" he roared at her. He focused more on the threads to be released, and the beams connected. Draining Life away from her slowly but surely.
With @[member="Break"] firing like a mad man at her, and the stupid bugs Dredge used that were now spitting out acid, and now the drain life attacking her all at once, it was a three versus one. Either run, or die jedi, run or die. He pressed harder on his anger, his passion for battle to fuel his power of the dark side of the force. "Dredge kill her already. I need to be some where!" he roared again. @[member="Supreme Overlord Dredge"]
"Jedi run, or we will kill you, its done, you loose, theres nothing here for you." He began to insult. "You are nothing anymore, nothing!" he yelled pressing the attack. @[member="Rasu Gan"]

 

[Rasu Gan]

Danger sense again tingled down her spine, as a fast-moving object passed over her shoulder, a slight breeze carressed her skin as the bullet shot off into the distance. Quickly taking her blade out of the limp snake staff, she turned to catch the next few bullets on her weapon, listening to them sizzle as they were vaporised after entering the immense heat of her blade. Leaping off she faced her three attackers, all were quite formidable. She was only just holding her own against Dredge and his lackey's, she didn't think she could handle so many opponents all by herself.

With the decision made, she opened herself to the Force, connecting herself to the flow of the environment around her, she brought her focus down to the abyss below, thick clouds covered the depths of the planet, obscuring the view from those below. Flinging her hands upwards, she already felt a strain in her concentration, hopefully this would give off the affect she had pictured. The clouds below began to rise, thick, fluffy tendrils of water vapour began to shoot up, erupting over the edge of the plateau. The tendrils fused together, forming another massive cloud that continued to rise until it covered O'reen's sun. Bringing her hands down, the cloud fell, it's light form collapsing over the plateau, cutting off everyone's vision, and the mysterious man's life draining ability, due to lack of vision. Taking the opportunity, she connected a mental link with Master Sheltrak, informing her to flee also, at this rate she could not win against this many opponents, so her efforts would be better put to use assisting someone that she could win against.

Breaking into a run, she expanded her awareness over the battlefield, searching for someone she could assist. Sensing that her fellow Jedi Saki, seemed to be in a bit of a pickle, she diverted her course towards the duel, closing in on the Sith and his prey. Leaping over piles of bodies and weaponry, she turned to have one last look at the cloud that covered her past opponents, thinking to herself how weak she had been to her emotions. She could never again encounter Dredge if she was to remain in control, his presence sending her into a frenzy. Turning away from the dense mist, she returned her focus forwards on Saki and her opponent, closing in on them where help would soon be at the Jedi Knight's disposal, if only the Shi'ido was fast enough.

@[member="Saki"] @[member="Andreas Wintergreen"] @[member="Supreme Overlord Dredge"] @[member="Leori Sheltrak"] @[member="Break"] @[member="Romeo S"]

 

[Saki]

@[member="Andreas Wintergreen"] @[member="Rasu Gan"]

Saki wasn't holding sabers, hers was still on her hip. She had yet to draw it the entire fight and flexed energy at the pull. Letting herself keep going back while the braces came up, disruptor's were strong but they were made with a purpose firing a a focus shot over long distance until it impacted with a solid object... Firing off a volley of them wasn't something normally done and would have been more a reduction of its power. Her hand shot up pushing away while minimizing her area. Deflecting and didging becoming easier as she spun flipping the armorweave robe before her. The smell of sizzling metal when parts of it disappeared the shots hitting a solid surface to dissipate and ruin her robes. Her push working against the pull to counter and keep her smirking.

With the gel tabs doing their work of revitalizing her it was all about this moment when she stood in the vest and muscle bound was a stretch. A teenage hapen was fit and lithe which added to her need for physical enhancement to lift twice her own weight. The hand brushing at the plastoid over her armorweave vest until she finally smirked. "Well then." -SNAP HISS- The sound as the yellow blade activated echoed almost. If she had fought a master with the weight of the robe, without her saber and just her fists she wasn't going to just stand there. Now she had less weight and the humming of the blade while it bathed her in yellow light. The force kept swirling around her while she smirked to that. "Well now looks like round two."

 

[Cedric Dorn]

Bridge Zeta
@[member="Ashin Varanin"]
Ashin's trapping of Diana's legs would've worked out perfectly fine, if it wasn't for one thing. The rocket boots had already ignited, and their powerful thrust was already pushing Diana back and away from the Dark Jedi Master. The immediate stoppage of striking the back end of the knife howeer did something rather...funny to Diana's flight path.

Instead of shooting herself straight back and then upward with a quick turn of her leg Diana found herself flying back, her foot slipping in an arch beneath Ashins blade and sliding over the Sith Swords crossguard...if only just barely.

Then Diana began to flail in mid air. The sudden stop had been unexpected and the Jedi Master flew back...directly into the ground behind her. Before she could shut off the thrusters to her boots they tossed her directly into the hard duracrete of the bridge behind her, smashing into the hard rock with a loud thud. A crack could be heard as a bone or two broke in her ribcage, and a small yelp escaped her lips as she finally managed to shut off the boots.

She slid on the ground for a few seconds, the heavy and now broken duracrete slicing up her armorweave and then her back. After a few seconds the Jedi Master managed to push herself up, slowly.

Blood dribbled down her back, though no pain touched her face or eyes.

She Looked to Ashin, her lightsabers once again igniting with a loud snap and hiss. Her face turned into a scowl, and she motioned for the woman to make a move.

 

[Serah Oricion]

@[member="Romeo S"] @[member="Supreme Overlord Dredge"] @[member="Break"] @[member="Rasu Gan"]

The sound of a rifle cracked as Yusan fired, his shot aimed at the shoulder of the man named Break from only two hundred paces off from the group of combatants. Tossing the rifle to the ground, he and half a dozen of the Clanker droids of assault squad A moved forward into clear view, their presence known with blaster rifles level, Yusan himself walked with his hands crossed behind him under his robes and safely out of sight. As he reached a good ten yard difference from the closest man, that being Romeo he cleared his throat and spoke. "Pardon me, but i think its a little unfair to team up on a Jedi like that, you know how frail they are. One wrong step and snap, next thing you know their legs fall out from under them and they are crawling across the ground." He stared at the three, he had hoped the shot would cause a pause in their fight, long enough for the Jedi to get away or even for a quick rest. His droids would be expendable and no doubt be destroyed, but they were a useful distraction should he need such.

"Now, i do believe this is where you surrender." Yusan smiled and brought his helmet up from within his cloak and sealed it tight before bringing his hand back behind him and waiting for their response, whether it be a verbal response or something more taxing. Either way he was ready and would no doubt end this in the same way these kind of things always ended, with him waking up in Bacta the next day.

 

[Arumi Zy]

@[member="Aleidis Ijet"]@ Je'gan Olra'en

The dark one closed his eyes as he continued to push the lightning. Listening to the sounds of the strikes and clashes, he opened his eyes and saw the flickering images. He didn't know if it was purposeful or if it was from his storm. He could only trust his instincts and his senses, senses and instincts that had been honed through years of survival and heightened by the force. The woman was not his concern, she would prove burdensome in the long run but je'gan was his main threat, he knew enough about him to know who to strike first and hardest.
He closed his eyes again, knowing he couldn't trust his eyes he allowed his instincts to take over. Ting, a distinctive sound of a saber on a lightning strike. For only the slightest of a split second was the sound audible before it came from another direction. The dark one flung a dagger towards where the sound seemed to go to hoping it was the woman that was saving her master from detection. In a fury Arumi leapt towards that split of a second saber and sword high crashing down with full force and weight. If he chose correctly it was time to put Je'gan back on the defensive and give the exhausted Arumi a second to recharge. He doubted he could manifest another storm if he had to this day, but he had other tricks. Even if he lost this fight he had given others time.

 

[Aran Finn]

@[member="Karen Roberts"]

That impressive use of telekinesis had left Alen a little worse for wear, endurance wise. He found himself excelling with the use of Force energy as a weapon lately, but it did tend to take a little bit out of him. He was much more used to blade combat, but you couldn't forget TK entirely. It was just too useful to not be part of Alen's arsenal of pugilism. Bloody constraint was Na'Varro's specialty in life, his true calling, and he had built himself a tidy list of competencies that made him formidable. All carefully selected to give him the edge when it came to fighting. Against a Master like Karen Roberts, however, it was a little different. She was just a little better at most things, which made things difficult for the Dark Jedi Knight.

Breathing a little heavily, he walked over to the edge of the bridge to check the fall. Leaning over, he found nothing. No screams either ... she was alive, more than likely. Shrugging to himself, he found the armoured body of a fallen Republic soldier and used it as a seat. Perfect place to rest my arse. He chuckled. Still angry, and yet the dry sense of humour prevailed once again. Na'Varro removed a still unharmed pally from a plastic bag in his pocket and had a bite. It was still a little unripe, so not so juicy, but he was hungry and that was what he had. Violence increased his metabolism somewhat, he had found. The battle had moved on from here. Fringe forces at pushed the Republic's line further along the bridge, and Alen heard the blasterfire from afar. He just had to wait for the Jedi Master to reach the top again so he could deal with her personally.

Soon she pushed herself over the edge and back onto the bridge. Na'Varro rose from his makeshift seat and waved.

"Hi, the name's Na'Varro." He took another bite out of the pally, mused at it for a bit, then tossed it aside. Not ripe enough. "We could have a philosophical debate about the rights and wrongs of this here invasion of sovereign space, or we could fight some more. We could call it a cross-cultural exchange.."

 

[Break]

@[member="Yusan Fenn"]

Break felt the blaster bolt hit his Zodiac armor and be absorbed without damage. Turning to look at the man who had aimed at him Break fired back at the man with 1800 rounds per minute of pure slug throwing anger. The man would try to dodge of course but with a mini gun Break could easily follow the man to his destination. There was only so far he could run after all. Chasing the man into a corner Break would wonder what his next move was. Die or run away.

 

[Kaiden Rohn]

@[member="Faenrovon The Radiant"] @[member="Kitt Solo"] @Doc @Doc @Doc is the best

Doc's mind was starting to tear, if only for an excruciating short amount of time. The mind-assault was broken, but Doc was still slightly shaken about it. Doc crawled for a moment, baring his teeth, and slowly rose to his feet. He hobbled over to the M45, and fell against the sandbags, leaning his back upwards. It wasn't because he was physically wounded, but because he needed a stable shooting position. He paused for a moment, and then closed one of his eyes, and aimed towards the dragon. He calculated, in his head, and out loud, how far the dragon was, and the bolt speed.

He aimed for the eye of the beast. Blaster bolts were fast, and nearly always on target. He took a deep breath, and squeezed the trigger.

 

[Serah Oricion]

@[member="Break"] @[member="Rasu Gan"] @[member="Romeo S"]

Yusan watched as the man turn and level the Minigun towards him and his half dozen droids, freezing as the gun started to fire. "Son of a..." was all he got out before bolting to the side, using a droid as cover until he sprinted once more to cover, said cover being a thick piece of metal of unknown origins. "Droids, take him out, Now." He had no doubt in his mind the man could take out the droids, but not before they got off a few shots. After all these six droids, likely five by the time he made the order, carried quite and armory of use. One of the droids carried a BTI-HBC Ravager along with a BTI-CR Ripper side arm, One carried a BTI-LRBR Reclaimer along with a side armor of the same model, and the last three carried BTI CC13 Blaster Rifles.

And so without a hint of hesitation, as such would be stupid to program a droid with they opened fire on the man, and him alone. After all the others hadn't provoked him and why should they, he didnt take an apparently ineffective shot, that seemed to had hit him square in the shoulder and not even phase him. But that was the reality they lived in.

 

[Kiyala Demont`]

Kiyala smirked as Iella sliced the first grenade and as the second had impacted her a little. That was all that Kiyala need luckily and thanks to her running off after the @[member="Hood"] it would be a while before she noticed the numerous mist of tiny bugs that would be eating away at her armor and lightsaber. Kiyala did not want to alert the woman until the full extent of damage that could be done was done so she allowed her to target the Hood who seemingly vanished leaving the two of them alone once more. Well as along as a raging battle field could be Kiyala chanted the dark side once more came to her aid boosting her rage "You won't get away that easy Jedi." Kiyala launched herself forward after the Jedi Master she threw one of her lightsabers towards the back of her knee caps while still running to close in for a close combat strike.

Kiyala was not letting this prey get away from her at all. It's been a while since she drank the blood of a Jedi Master.

@[member="Iella E`ron"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

BRIDGE ZETA
@[member="Diana Moridena"] @[member="Daella Apparine"] @[member="Spencer Jacobs"]

In the same heartbeat that saw Diana fly backward, Ashin's long knife slipped back into its sheath. She knelt in a single motion, Winterlight across her knees, and closed her eyes. Snippets of memory whispered, but those were, like the Jedi Master, background noise.

And yet, though her past had little to do with the current objects of her thoughts, to anyone who hadn't lived her life, those pieces of memory would define this moment.

Mercy to Zaiden, mercy of a sort anyway. Forgiveness for Kaine. How she identified herself when speaking to Kiskla Grayson. Long talks with Ben Watts and Darron Wraith and Aleidis Ijet. Long talks with Spencer about duty, honor, allegiance, wishes, dreams. Long, long years as a Jedi sleeper agent, redirecting the Empire's wrath against the only people that could stand up to it, protecting weaker states like the Mandalorians. Defending the galaxy against the deadliest threats of the Unknown Regions -- the Ssi-Ruuk, the Abominor, the Vong, the Ebruchi, the Eickarie, Mnggal-Mnggal itself. Inviting Jedi into her territory to monitor elections. Non-aggression pacts with the current and past Supreme Chancellors.

And a deep, deep tiredness of people telling her who to be.

She put aside her anger, as she'd done on Roche, as she'd done more than once since then to clear her mind. Overwhelming rage had never been her strong suit. Instead, cold hard focus had been her weapon of choice -- a state of mind not unlike the one she sensed from Daella and Diana.

From a certain point of view, they were Darksiders; from a certain point of view, she'd been a Lightsider. But this was not a moment for subjective truths.

When Diana pulled herself to her feet, she found Ashin still kneeling, eyes shut, Winterlight on the ground beside her.

"A Jedi uses the Force for knowledge and defense, never attack. And I am, and always have been, a Jedi. Stop trying to murder my people and dominate their worlds, and go home. You see enemies everywhere. You were wrong."

 

[The Red of Sinner]

Romeo was done here, did what he was asked, help the vong. He'd let Break take care of that person, now he had to get back to Tattooine, and leave war behind a bit "Have fun Break. Try not to destroy everything." He joked a bit to the robot human thing. "Dredge." He nodded at him. He turned, and looked over the battlefield.

Romeo was disgusted by the Republic for this, they had betrayed the exact thing they stood for, peace. Men lay dead, others screamed as they died. Some retreated, and others tried to keep fighting. "Dredge, promising me something, that I'm there when the this group of betrayers fall. Promise me I'm there to help destroy this worthless system." He looked at the Overlord. @[member="Break"] @[member="Supreme Overlord Dredge"]

 

[Break]

Break was not impressed by the droids the HRD saw the outcome of the man taking cover and directing the droids to do his dirty work. "Just like an organic..." Break muttered. He's set the mini gun down and brought up his arm canon the plasma shots would be more than enough but, just for good measure he would toss a couple EMP grenades to short them out.

Break evaded the droids shots quite nimbly the HRD speed and strength was more than enough to do so. He tossed his first grenade then filling pumped the first 2 droids full of plasma short circuiting them instantly. The grenade shorted the other to quite handily.
Break walking at a slow pace started charging his plasma canon called out to the man "Is that all?" The HRD locked onto his position would be wary of the man. He was quite handy and was proving a fun opponent.

@[member="Yusan Fenn"]

 

[Cedric Dorn]

Bridge Zeta
@[member="Ashin Varanin"]
Diana gave the woman a flat stare and a sneer, but for a few moments she said absolutely nothing. The Young Jedi Master knew very well who this person standing before her was. The Former Empress of the Sith Empire, the conqueror of 10,000 worlds. The Killer of several hundred thousands who had stood by and watched the Sith Murder entire worlds. That alone for Diana would have been enough to see the woman rot in a prison, that alone would have done.

The fact however was that she was no Jedi. Jedi did not use Sith Swords. Jedi did not use the darkside of the force. Jedi did not kill wantonly for their own purposes, something that Ashin had done many times...reportedly.

Still, this womans claims merited a bit of attention, after all thats what being a true Jedi meant.

Slowly Diana de-activated her lightsabers, hooking one of them to her belt but letting the one in her left hand remain in place. She needed something to defend herself with after all, just in case. Slowly she approached Ashin. The lightside began to gather around her like a bulwark, a shield against evil.

Her skin gave off a soft glow, her eyes became brighter, and even her hair seemed to shimmer slightly.

Lightside energy seemed to come off of Diana in droves, she would be a beacon to anyone who could sense the force, but that could not be prevented. Force light covered her from head to toe, a taxing ability but one worth the show.

“If what you say is true. If you are Jedi.” Her voice seemed to reverberate within itself “Then a simple touch will prove you right.”

Diana held out her hand. This close of course Ashin could simply reach up, stab her or try to break her neck or any number of things, but Diana would not be Diana if she did not trust even the worst of the galaxy.

Of course if Ashin touched her a number of...interesting things could happen. She was currently bathed in force light, a power that to Darksiders was like holy water to Vampires. It would burn and cleanse, expunge and destroy any hint of evil and Darkside energies. In the form that Diana projected, the Darkside of any source would not just be cleansed, but utterly obliterated.