Mission Behind Enemy Lines [Paddy Pack, Sith]

[Braze]

TAGS: Darth Malum of House Marr Aris Noble Zaiya Ceti

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As Zaiya pulled Braze down with her, he willingly followed, his body reacting instinctively to protect his companion. They huddled together on the ground, seeking refuge from the onslaught of chaos.

With a swift mental command, Braze's blades returned to his and Zaiya's sides protectively. Feeling the urgency of the situation, Braze focused his attention on suffocating Malum, channeling his mastery over fire and air with unwavering resolve.

As Braze summoned a swirling vortex of wind around Malum, intending to deprive him of oxygen and suffocate him further with a fiery onslaught, he felt a surge of energy coursing through the air. Suddenly, the flames surrounding Braze and Zaiya began to shift and warp, their fiery tendrils converging into a concentrated vortex of energy focused else where.

A spark ignited in the center of the vortex, manifesting as a small, intense flame of hot blue fire that grew exponentially around Malum. The vortex spiraled inwards closing upon Malum's central location, creating a swirling maelstrom of heated energy that threatened to consume everything in its path.

This was Braze's last stand. Braze braced himself as the vortex of energy constricted around Malum, in an attempt at trapping him within its fiery embrace. The intense heat and pressure bore down upon his location, tying to force him to contend with the full force of Braze's power. Any air in the immediate area around Malum was actively being siphoned away from his breathing and used to hyper fule the heated flames.

 

[Kaleleon]

Objective: Find and Aid crashed vessel, Survive AA Guns
Allies: Sazo Vass | Aris Noble | Braze | Nouqai Veil | Eloise Dinn | Sol Lupercal | Raphael Gallustrade | Zaiya Ceti | Mya Windu | Darth Assimilus |
Enemies: Darth Malum of House Marr | Revna | Zachariah Conway | Commodore Helix | Trayze Tesar | Darth Strosius | Domina Prime |

Dazed and confused, The bubble of my own creation faded as I sat in the seat that had been ejected. The whole world was spinning. Lightheaded and sore all over my body. Instantly, I went into "work mode" My mind became analytical about the situation. Taking over all motor functions even in the dazed state.

Concussion. Mild to severe. No discernable broken bones. Heavy bruising on my arms as they had been rag dolling. Sharp pain in my right side from slamming into the seat. Reaching to the clasps of the seat, I attempted to undo them. However, they were stuck. Reaching towards my boot, lifting my leg to my side as much as I could, I pulled the utility knife from it. Slashing the restraints that had saved my life. I don't know how long I had been out. It was for a moment though.

I slumped and fell out of the seat as it was upside down. Groaning almost with anger as I rolled over to my back. I made my way over to my stomach, pushing myself up and onto a knee. Taking inventory that I had my gear. At the very least, what I had. Braze and her group were ahead of me. I know they were. I could sense them in the force. A Dark Presence over them who was wielding force power like a Master. It had to be a Sith Lord. I knew that feeling. Having killed one before. A growl formed over my face. Work mode became Fight Mode. My adrenaline picked up. Any bruising didn't hurt any more. Any pain faded. Aided with the force.

My boots dug into the ground as I stood up. Getting my footing before starting in a walk, to a faster pace, jogging to running, and to a dead spring. Altering my body with inertia to have nearly no resistance as I ran through the forest. A speed that could rival speeders as I closed the distance. I was almost there. No time was wasted as the saber was already in my hand. Leaping up to the tree, free-running higher into the trees, I burst forth from the forest into the opening and the vortex of air and flames that were conjured. Seeing the familiar sight of Braze only ignited my wrath.

Closing the distance towards a woman who had projectiles heading towards her. No hesitation as my hand reached out. from my position in the air. A shimmering purple barrier formed over the woman. The Darksheer impacting it. I could feel my power drain from keeping the amount of power required to stop it. I fell down to the ground. Landing upon the dome I made over braze and the woman.

"Get Aris. Provide support in the force to Braze through force meld. If there is an opportunity to get out of here take it."

The shield went down. The haze of purple faded to natural light. Before I turned my attention to the vortex of flame. I dropped down to the ground before throwing both hands up. Focusing a shield around the vortex. One that would keep it contained upon this Sith.

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

The blazing yellow orbs of the Doppelganger would not so easily submit to the urgent wishes of the Noble, moving towards its prey as instructed. As the child rose up, seemingly mostly unharmed from the heavy crash he had against the tree, he was pushed against.

As he gave himself to the anger.

The Doppelganger smirked, standing on the path of the large boy, and of its master, eyes gleaming following both the silver blade wielded by the padawan, but too... Seszil, a blade of independent design, seemingly of the same purpose as the one wielded by Braze . Intriguing.

With a unified swing to cut the Doppelganger down, i- she, already pondered response, swinging red lightsabre against the undivided attack. Grunting out, pushed back, yet holding the blade still, as citrine orbs met emerald, and the smirk widened.

"Anger is a path to the Dark Side, Padawan," The Doppelganger hissed out, noting it as if it was the most insignificant detail in the entire world, a voice... different, from the one that would normally emerge from this form's lips.

As the Doppelganger with speed hand in its hands a second lightsabre, igniting with a hiss all of its own, as with for now both blades pinned, it attempted to strike down the child where he stood.

For Malum himself, his lungs were failing him, his knees were wavering, and he knew almost immediately, despite the shout of the Lovalla, he knew that he had not struck his targets, he had not incapacitated them, and forced their surrender. Indeed, as he gazed through blurry eyes, there was another among their ranks, not the Noble child, but indeed...

An adult.

A Jedi knight... perhaps...?

He had little time to consider through sight, as around him flames burst out, as a hand came to rest about his neck, threatening to scratch, as he felt his eyes bulge, felt blood vessels threaten to burst, the desperation to breathe growing so necessary, that he found himself swaying upon his feet. As he demanded of the Force to follow his will, as he commanded the Wind himself to grant him salvation.

Only for a Dark Scream to break through the wind channel for just a moment, toward his target, as he felt the shield lock him in.

Instinct took command.

Survival took precedence.

There was only one course.

The elimination of all threats.

One moment he stood nearly broken, glaring through the wind and flames alike.

The next moment he was gone.

The next moment, red eyes were emblazed with darkness and fire, behind the replica mask of his famous ancestor, as the amulet burned hotly against his chest.

As his Sith Sword was raised high in the air, red plasma still hissing as it kissed the air, staring grimly down upon the padawans on the floor.

Threatening to slice through the Knight that dared stand against him, and if he dodged, if he blocked, if he parried. Adrenaline would push him forward, powerful, swift, filled with the need to protect himself.

By eliminating all others.

Direct Enemies: Aris Noble Zaiya Ceti Braze Kaleleon
Direct Allies: Commodore Helix
Other Enemies: Sazo Vass Nouqai Veil Eloise Dinn Mya Windu Darth Assimilus Sol Lupercal Raphael Gallustrade Ko Vuto
Other Allies: Domina Prime Phaelissia Darth Strosius Revna Trayze Tesar Zachariah Conway

 

[Aris Noble]

Aris didn't respond. Desperation. There was no anger in his mind, but the desperate need to protect. Braze's arms were both unusable, and Zaiya wasn't trained for any of this. "Seven!" He shouted aloud. Seszil was sentient, Force Sensitive even, but Aris could only communicate with them with his own voice. How they fought side by side wasn't something born from the usual intuition that the Force brought, but practice and drilled every day.

Seszil spun, ripping through the air in a flash of silver to batter away the strike sent for Aris. In turn, the boy struck out. Both hands gripped his saber as he swung. There had been a limit he put on himself, subconscious in his attempts not to bring harm to those around him with his unnatural strength, but desperation lead to the lack of that limit. Fast, heavy strikes ripped through the very air as Seszil doubled his shield, trying to batter away the Doppelganger's saber to let him strike it down once and for all.

Darth Malum of House Marr | Zaiya Ceti | Braze | Kaleleon

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Darth Malum of House Marr | Braze | Aris Noble | Kaleleon

Zaiya clung to Braze , her arms protectively wrapping around the Half-Echani while she held up her wrist with the solid-light shield over them as if her tiny body could do much to protect him. Yet she tried; she so desperately did her best. Foolish courage illuminated itself over her skin, carving silver and canary yellow spots and lines over her pewter skin. Like a beacon in the dark, the Lovalla teen shone oh so very brightly, frightened beyond compare but unwilling to let any harm befall her friends.

At least, until Darth Malum of House Marr 's Force Scream came rushing straight towards the pair.

The Force in the edge of her hearing seemed to keen with a wail of warning that the Lovalla was incapable of stopping. Untrained in physical defenses or mental blocks, Zaiya was vulnerable to the onslaught of emotions that came crashing down on her. She felt Braze's determination, Aris's desperation, Kaleleon's resolve, and something far darker and more twisted -- hatred amplified by the Dark side of the Force. Despite the solid-light shield's partial protection against kinetic damage, it offered little defense against the overwhelming wave of malevolent energy.

While the kinetic damage of the brute force of the Force screams was partially absorbed by the solid-light shield, the wave of putrid miasma energy was not. It went smashing through the meager and untrained mental defenses of the Lovalla teen. Iridescent blue eyes went snapping wide, and her breath caught in her throat.

No...

Zaiya's iridescent blue eyes widened in shock as she struggled to breathe. All the color drained from her skin, the luminescence suddenly fading, replaced by inky black trails of horror and wretched melancholy that seemed to absorb the very darkness that crashed into her. The solid-light shield faltered and failed, sparking and sizzling as it overloaded, no longer offering protection.

It didn't matter now.

One pale silver and inky black wrist fell, followed by her body as she sank limply over Braze. Darkness consumed her, fading the edges of her vision. All that was left were the screams that raged in her mind as oblivion took her.

Spoiler: Gear

Robe and cool jewelry | BCA - Solid State Hologram Tool Band |Corsage

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Aris Noble Kaleleon Darth Malum of House Marr Zaiya Ceti

As Braze summoned a vortex of flames to subdue Malum, the Sith lord countered with a devastating Force scream. The powerful scream, filled with dark energy, swept towards them like a tidal wave.

The force of the scream hit with overwhelming intensity, shaking the ground and distorting the air around them. Braze's ears rang and his mind clouded with the dark power; he was unable to regain a standing position.

Overwhelmed by the intensity of the scream, Braze collapsed directly over Zaiya. Darkness edged his vision and pain surged through him. Lying prone, he fought through the disorientation. He knew he needed to rise, to continue the fight, to protect both himself and Zaiya.

But at this point, he simply couldn't continue; he was spent, disoriented, and reeling from the scream. A sorrowful, pitiful cry escaped him as he gasped for air, trying to calm his nerves and steady his breathing, but it was choked, melding with the pain.

Struggling against the darkness enveloping him, Braze went slack, panting as he fought to stay conscious. His muscles convulsed involuntarily under the strain. Despite the blaring deafness and his vision darkening and blurring, he felt Zaiya close to him and, perhaps pathetically, tried to rest his upper body over hers protectively.

 

[Kaleleon]

Objective: Fight Sith, Keep other Padawans Alive, Somehow.
Allies: Braze Aris Noble Zaiya Ceti
Enemies: Darth Malum of House Marr
Inventory: Poncho, Jumpsuit, Gloves, Boots, Holster, Pistol, Survival Knife, Lightsaber,

Holding aloft the shield. The dome holding the vortex within to suffocate, burn, and consume all within it, I did my best to hold it within. Yet something was going to happen. I could feel it before done. A swelling of the force within the vortex much stronger than the powers that had been contained. Absorbing all of what could before being blasted out. No hesitation. Drawing the force of what had been the shield to myself. having fought Sith, and their ilk before, I knew that this blast was meant to take as many out as possible.

Darkness, despair, hatred, fear, loathing. Powerful emotions only harnessed by the will to live, and to fight. My feet dug into the ground. The waves buffing me back. Dragging the dirt from my boots in a line from where I had stood a moment ago. Yet when I looked up to the vortex, it was fading. My eye sight looked to Braze. His frame stumbling to stand over the other girl. He had not been prepared for an overload of emotions. Having more extensive training, even fighting against and cured from Sith Poison. A wave like this, while inhibiting for a moment, wasn't the worst I have faced before.

Yet my attention went from Braze back to the assailant. Only to see no one standing there. The vortex gone, and a burning at my back. My back. Why there? It was a sense. A strong sudden splash in the current of the force. Turning around, The crimson light came down upon me. First instinct? My hand. Coming up, feeling the smashing with such strength and force. A second hand coming to grasp the blade for a moment. Burning, searing, yet physical weight. A sword.

Almost being brough to my knees, the micro-sensory flesh of the gloves transmitting the burning of its system into my hands. The heat bleeding through the reinforced metals. Throwing the sword to the side, letting it move past me. Pivoting on my left foot away from the man. To his right where the sword was being pushed to his left. Sure, it left his shoulder open, but it also allowed him to have a slight charge to his next throw.

Instead of lighting the saber of my own, instead of pulling a weapon, no defensive measures were taken. Just a force push directly into the loosened dirt where I had been standing. Blowing up into an obscuring screen. Followed quickly by another push. Aiming directly at him, but also, jumping up slightly so that the forward push, would send me backwards over the top of Braze and the girl. So that I might stand over the top of them.

Even in Brazes last moments of cognitive thought, he laid over the girl. Protecting her. And now, I would do the same. Now the saber brought forth to my hands, holding it aloft to match the horizon. the saber ignited with twin blades. Flowing from the emitters like waves of the oceans of Weik. Wordless, emotionless. I stood there. Knowing full well, this was the hill, I was willing to die on. For friend, for family. Against those who wished and desired harm to others. All of the teachings, the lessons, all of what I had been taught was for this moment. And there was only one thing I could do.

I smiled directly at the Sith. A downward tilted head, keeping it low for combat and battle, but a smile that was filled with true intent. Even if no one saw me other than him, A smile in the face of fear can be the smallest action, to make the biggest difference.

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

Not very talkative, but he exposed his heart on his sleeve, the doppelganger noted idly, as it felt as if time slowed around them, everything that could be known and felt, was more time, and opportunity to plan and strike. The fighting style was rather unique she would give him that, where most fought with the strength of an axe or the precision of a dagger, it took an adjustment to handle what... this was.

All the advantages of Jar-Kai, but with a singular hand.

Able to respond in all directions, but perhaps even more importantly.

He fought like he had an echo, every strike, even if blocked, parried, or dodged, would be advanced with the fact that a second was only moments away.

At the moment though, the Noble fought as his parents, a singular sword powerful, swift, pushing her further, and further back, swinging in the wild desperation that came only from the belief that time was of the essence.

That those whom one loved were in mortal peril.

Weakness to be exploited.

Yet the thing, known as Seszil played the able and capable shield, to denying her again and again from countering the onslaught from the Noble...

...So similar to what happened on Fiviune.

She had learned.

Both hands flowed freely with the spout of the Force, the right pushed, aiming to send Seszil far out into the woodwork, buying her time.

All the while she positioned herself, as the sacrificial lamb, for after all she did not need this body.

And it would let her pin him definitively.

A loud hiss, as the serpentine sound made itself across the forested plain, as citrine eyes gazed down to the lightsabre that had punched straight through her abdomen, watching as not hot red blood flowed, but the black ichor swirling about the wound, yellowed orbs gazing into green, and offering a smirk.

As her other hand, gripped about the lightsabre, swirled in white light.

Lightning flowed from her fingers, up her blade, and then with the speed of a bullet, heralded by thunder, aimed to strike the Noble in his chest.

Aris Noble

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Malum could admit that the Jedi was quickly proving himself a worthy opponent.

Unfortunately, at this moment, he very much would have preferred not having a worthy opponent.

Such were Malum's thoughts, as he bore the Sith Sword down upon the Jedi, whose only defence was his own hands, protected by thin gloves, and of course the Force, no doubt using Tutaminis, for though he had been surprised by his act of teleporting behind him, the Force would not let him be truly surprised.

Such were the games it played.

The subtle balance it enacted.

Malum had little time to configure those thoughts, as finally, the Jedi could no longer handle the heat that bled through the Force and gloves, yet rather than submitting, he did the annoyingly Jedi act, throwing the sword aside, and scurrying away.

For after all the only one the Jedi submitted to was the Force.

Malum blinked away the dust, as it flew in front of his face, even pushed back he did a little bit more than hold his ground as best he could, already imagining what the priority of the Jedi was as the forest was alerted to the sound of twin lightsabres hissing awake. Red eyes adjusted to the scene of the Jedi knight standing in defiance, behind him, Malum quickly ascertained, that Braze and the Lovalla were eliminated from the board, the lack of light from the girl highlighted that much. They had much reason to be proud, they had survived the onslaught for far longer than he would have wagered.

At least Braze...

...He certainly would make for a great Sith, if only...

...And if he did not, then he was certainly a piece to remove from the game early, before his full potential was realised.

As wasteful, as regretful, as disappointing, as that would be.

Red met blue, as Malum raised an eyebrow below the mask at the smile the man was giving him. Do you believe that will be your shield, Jedi?

He had little patience for this matter anymore.

Raising his Sith Sword, he pointed it towards the Jedi, the challenge that had already been given cemented, as his ring began to warm and the flame gem flow, without warning, without time, he felt the Force flow about him, channelling fire and flame, and using his sword as the conduit.

A burst of wild flames shot out, rapidly heating from orange to white, to a pale and ghastly blue, promising to burn everything in its path.

Promising to burn the Jedi alive.

If you wish to stand defiant.

Then you will die in agony.

Kaleleon Zaiya Ceti

 

[Kaleleon]

Objective: Fight Sith, Keep other Padawans Alive, Somehow.
Allies: Braze Aris Noble Zaiya Ceti
Enemies: Darth Malum of House Marr
Inventory: Poncho, Jumpsuit, Gloves, Boots, Holster, Pistol, Survival Knife, Lightsaber,

The smile stayed. It hung between us as I could feel the anger, annoyance, at my appearance. My showing of force and willingness to fight, fresh in body, mind, and skill compared to the two Padawans who I took under my charge. Under my care. And so they will be defended. The twin sabers held aloft as the Sith's hand began to glow. However, it was different. The gathering of the force was quick. Extremely quick for how large of a torrent of flame was unleashed at me. The torrent while staring as an orange-yellow flow of power, my off hand replaced that of the saber. A simple open palm The flames as a wake were siphoned into the outstretched hand.

Hair whipping about from the air pressure changing, and shifting. The poncho doing the same as I stood over my friend and allies. It had been a tactic used by Jedi before against bounty hunters that used flame projectors. Only while this torrent of flames was controlled and enhanced by the force, it would be absorbed all the same.

Using this energy, and immediately redirecting it to cure the burns I had sustained upon my hands. Energy that had been absorbed, had to be used for something. Otherwise, I could be overloaded. The tingling in my hands and the flesh was repaired, and restored to its glory. The itching even as my hand was held out against the flames, glowing white in power was only more fuel for my own potential. I would use it against the Sith in turn.

I released the energy back at the man. The twisting flames would gain a charge within the air. Making a direct line to his own weapon and seeking to bring a justice to the man. To make him pay for the actions he had taken against the Jedi. The Golden arching electricity zipped through the white flames back at the man. Powered by his own force being redirected back at him.

 

[Aris Noble]

"Get. Out. Of. My. Way!"

Unbridled, unrestrained. Aris was swinging his saber with the semblance of a form, but every strike was a hammering blow to try and overwhelm the shade with power. He knew it, in the back of his mind, that beings like this were just too much for him to handle. That the practicing and drills he did, the raw strength he carried, he didn't have enough experience. It wasn't enough. He wasn't enough. And now Braze and Zaiya were unconscious. He could see it, just in the distance.

He needed to get to them. He needed to get them away. Maybe he could've done something else before to keep them running and moving. Staying had only made all of this worse and now- He gritted his teeth as he saw Seszil get thrown away. It was only for a moment, the Sword caught itself as it cleaved through a tree with it's sharp edge. He'd have focused more on Seszil, even retreated without the additional guard, if his saber hadn't finally hit home.

For a moment, he had written off the double. He turned, fully planning to bring his lightsaber more through it to cleave it in half and leave it behind. But it didn't go down right away. Hair stood up on end, not from a sixth sense but from the charge of lightning in the air. His eyes widened as he looked back to see a grinning face, and a sparking lightsaber. He yelped at first. The saber hit his chest, burned through his robe, but it didn't cut through his skin. It couldn't. His body had suddenly and rapidly heated up. His skin was glowing white with the sheer blistering heat he gave off. Not that it did much for the rush of lightning through his body.

Aris seized. Spasmed, even. His grip on his saber tightened uncontrolled as he wrenched around. Pain. Pain numbed his mind as he fell back. The lightsaber in his hand cut through the ground before he could regain some control over his body again. Just as Seszil ripped through the air to try and cleave off the head of the wicked shade once and for all.

Darth Malum of House Marr | Braze | Zaiya Ceti | Kaleleon

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

The Doppleganged had its victory, even as it faded away from view into smoke and dust, the cleaving through of his lightsabre having done all that was necessary, as the black ichor fizzled into the air, Sezil's oncoming strike, having bought more than enough time, as it broke through the woodwork and back towards her.

Yet that mattered little now.

The smirk did not fade from her face, even as her head was struck right off, and sent flying some distance, the smirk was everpresent.

As the Doppelganger, bloodless, woundless, faded from the materium.

The seizing, spasming padawan, struck forth with temperatures that a body was not able or meant to absorb, was left in her wake.

Aris Noble

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At other times Malum would have better noticed from the lack of warmth around his wrists, that his doppelganger had fallen in battle. He would have noticed from the return of the whispers in his mind, the feeling of a once-named parasite returning, and stirring in the greymatter within his skull.

Unfortunately, he was rather too distracted raising an eyebrow as his flames that should have annihilated the Jedi, were rather strummed easily into his hands. Watching, curiously, and admittedly with brows narrowing, as the smoke billowing out of his hands was absorbed by the Jedi, Malum having known the knight had been able to use Tutamnis.

Had not imagined he would be able to use it like this.

How imaginative indeed.

Malum had little time to enjoy the challenge, if even at this moment he could, as the Jedi all too quickly, raised his fingers up, the intentions clear, if the golden sparks that bore flickered out were not enough warning. With the speed and weight of a bullet, strings of golden electricity shot out of the man's hands, with Malum grunting, as he raised his Sith sword, the energy flashing and burning into the Sith sword.

A buzz in the air, as the weapon was filled, the electricity coiling and dancing up and down the blade.

The howl of vornskyrs fills the air.

Much closer than before.

Time was running out, and reinforcements were still uncertain.

"You use a mere reflection, a copy, of true strength," Malum mused underneath the mask, as his feet widened in stance, his weight placed on their soles.

Malum said nothing more, as the lightning sprang forth out of his sword, like a rushing deluge, seeking to drown the Jedi underneath its weight, as it sought to strike his chest, all the while Malum was on the move, the Sith Sword aimed for a cleaving slash, that would leave the man in twain.

Kaleleon Braze Zaiya Ceti