Skirmish Blackest Night: Jakku Jedi Enclave Raid [BOTM v JEDI]

[Menelik]

Menelik narrowed his brown eyes at the sight before him, he could sense them all, blimps of sorts though the endless oceans of the force both light an dark. He would wax philosophical if he and the other weren't here for a very specific cause, one he personally had scruples with. Sure he was Sith but never bought into the code to the point of fanaticism but a course he kept his more radical views to himself and followed in line step with the greater goals of the sith..at least for now.

Menelik would of followed right behind his superiors but soon to decide to go his own way down a set of separate corridors that he believed would in theory allow him to flank around the Jedi defending the enclave. Acourse opposition here wasn't completely missing and the young sith was forced to remove heads and limbs of a few of his contemporaries before the long winding halls opened up into a larger chamber in what he could only assume was some type of meditation chamber likely for use for the Padawans, it wasn't overly elaborate, not like the chambers he had seen back on Korriban nor on some sith ships. it had a simple design that he couldn't help but associate with simple Jedi philosophical principles. The force inside the chamber was expectably light but that was about to change with Menelik's presence. The mind of the sith had already thought of a devilish strategy. His purple lightstaber was deactivated and put back on his belt as he sat down in the center of the chamber. Closing the chamber door with the force and closing his eyes, Hatred, loss, anger, passion, agression and all sorts of emotions that stemmed from the dark side of the force invaded that chamber like an infection would invade a body. From here he would use Battle Meditation to aid his allies and superiors while lowering the morale of the defenders, while he expected this to have little to no effect on those more experienced in the force than himself he predicted the young ones would be hit hard, he had used this same technique at the battle of Akitagrad. Granted back om Akitagrad it was in the back of a moving land vehicle and not in a semi-comfortable meditation chamber.

He reached out with what all the force would alot him sending notions of defeatism and horror to those of the light and signs of impending triumph to those of the dark, he also made a note of lending his meditation to the goal of force augmentation to as many of his allies as he could reach without over extending himself. Ironically it seemed his perversion of this Padawan's meditation chamber was now acting in his benefit, he had corrupted it to the dark and now it amplified the dark and with sinister glee Menelik was going to milk it..

 

[Dagon Kaze]

BLACKEST NIGHT
THE GREAT ERROR vol. I
Issue #12

Man can't catch a break.

Straight from the battle of Lao-Mon to Jedha for a refuel stop, only to get dragged into a distress call to Jakku with Master Zark San Tekka 's combat frigate. To be among Alliance soldiers once again felt like an odd throwback to another life, one so distant and seemingly foreign even when in reality it had been not quite so long since the Stygian Campaign had ended and with it the Sith Empire. It was a fool's dream that all evil ended then. The New Jedi's victorious return home was met with the harsh reality of a new Sith threat expanding from the Unknown Regions.

He sat alone in the vessel's barracks, the last to don the armor, with chest bare full of old scars - most carrying a fragment of a memory from the Stygian Campaign - and new wounds, freshly received from Lord Letifer 's work on Lao-Mon and Dagon's own crime fighting trials on Denon. Tightening one loose bandage, he picked up the chestplate of the Guardian Armor and a thousand recollections sowed disarray in his mind. A psyche breaking pandemonium of the war from start to finish. From youthful, innocent faces marching to a war others refused to wage to shoulders slumped by the weight of a galaxy's burdens.

Fists curled into balls tightening their hold of the chestplate to the point it nearly began to crack before the blaring alarms of realspace reversion freed his mind from the chains of anguish. Putting it on, he wondered if there ever would be last time to wear it or would he wear it to the grave. He quickly made work of stripping half of the armor's plates and utilities in a well-trained manner, opting to preserve his trump card - mobility and quickness - in the encounter that was to come.

For a man who arguably spent most of his life dashing through rooftops and cramped up places of Coruscant's underlevels, Dagon ironically could never get used to the tight quarters of drop pods. Felt like tuna in a can.

"Had to be through pods, hadn't it, Gener-- Master San Tekka?" he murmured stepping out of the pod beside the man the troopers constantly referred to as General to the point the Knight almost forgot he was also a Jedi.

Aaran Tafo Marcel von Ascania Jared Starchaser Caltin Vanagor
Darth Solipsis Halketh The Mongrel Dakrul Menelik Khamul Kryze
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[Darth Solipsis]

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DARK LORD OF THE SITH | VOICE OF THE MAW​

The doors to the turbolift screamed open, a sharp hiss spurring in it’s wake as the doors seated into place. The way was revealed before his vile gaze, the sick miasma of the Dark Side seeped in from the very presence of the New Sith and the Mawite Darksiders among them. The terrible glare of the Sith’ari immediately fell upon Aaran Tafo , rival to Maestus , his pupil before her ascension to Sith Lord as a master in her own right.

What a bothersome insect. Like any troublesome bug, he needed squashed.

The words he spewed from his mouth in quirky rebellion were a blight upon his ears. The words of the Jedi were drowned out immediately, a low humming pressure built up within. A static that stung like daggers against his nerve endings, the pressure would build.

"I showed up here unannounced once. Never heard the end of it. Master Jade has little patience for trespassers or those who violate hospitality."

And build.

"I would suggest you leave."

And build.

Even as Darth Mori and Halketh reacted, with the Miralukan Dark Lord finding humor and heroic action where the Metamorphosist Mori found irritation and lack of worth, Solipsis was disconnected. A black tunnel forming amidst his forethought, the first step to achieving the tangible goal just steps before him.

The decimation of the Jedi Order.

Faithful Dakrul , Heathen Priest and Conjurer of Vile Secrets, without a moment of hesitation charged into the fray. Ripples of dark power rolled off his body, an echo of the rage and desire to devour the flesh of the Jedi and cast their skeletal corpses directly into the hands of the Avatar of Death itself.

A clawed hand immediately followed suit as the Miralukan Dark Lord grasped the empyrean with his will and attempted to draw the air out from the padawan with a crushing hold. The Dark Lord sneered, it continued to build as he let the past flood in, the pain, the anguish, the memories.

A sickening flash of green light, bolts emitted from the fingers of another Jedi towards the Metamorphosist Sith Master. More words. More white noise. Both the Dark Lord and Dakrul apparently rebuked by the same insect, the Sith’ari’s thumb would now come crashing down.

“Last Warning. Leave. Now.”

The walls groaned from the psychic assault of the Dark Lord as his will made manifest in a crushing wave of pressure let loose into the narrow corridor. He immediately moved into action, his right hand casting a throwing gesture while his left hand folded over and pulled against the invisible air. Within moments the flooring itself rose, threatening to pummel into Aaran Tafo while the paneling from the walls soared with swift motion to pile atop him.

The Dark Lord advanced undeterred, with grim resolve. He cast his left hand out to emit a small sonic boom, a blast of the Force aimed at the space between them and not directed at his form meant to further catch his opponent off guard and keep him on the defensive as the pressure would push him back or at the very least keep his guard up.

The Sith’ari folded his fist and felt everything boil, the pressure exploded from his being. All that anger, all that hate augmenting his very being as a conduit of the Dark Side. A vessel of Bogan. He’d deliver his fist into the stomach of the Jedi, if the Battlemaster attempted to defend he’d pull his left hand back and cast Force Stasis on the blade to hold him in place.

They were close now, face to face. A dance with the devil.

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[Dakrul]

Objective: Kill all of them
Location: Tunnels under the enclave
Allies: Darth Solipsis Darth Mori Halketh
Enemies: Aaran Tafo Marcel von Ascania Starlin Rand

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Dakruls ginormous hulking form would run over the creature of light and crush him beneath his six insectoid appendages. He hadn’t had the time to truly take in the sight of the Jedi but judging from the black forceless eye sockets he too must be witnessing the world through the force. It was frustrating there was only one other eyeless being that the monster respected so as the two of them collided his wretched toothless orifice let out a terrifying screeching scream “YOUR NOT THEEEEE CAELITUS”

Just as the two bodies would come to clash the enclave's guardian stretched out his arm and pulled at the energies of the dark servant. He was to steal the physical impact that would have been created, but the Jedi would get far more than he bargained for, to latch on to darkness had its consequences. At the moment of contact, Dakrul excreted his own vile energies, poured them into the vacuum the defender had created between them. Poisoned the man's spirit with his rotten despicably recycled life juice.

He might not sense its searing pain at first, just like blood dispersing in water it would take a few moments to fade and leave a taint of crimson, but from there it would grow, fester. Darkness in his mind, in his body. The malice of the dark side inflicted upon a guarding of good. It would weaken his connection to the light, reveal nightmares to his mind's eye, give him but a taste of the disturbing acts Dakrul had committed onto others, those very souls whose essence were now also inside him.

Now undoubtedly connected Dakrul giggled, then chuckled, before breaking out into roaring taunting laughter directly into the mind of his victim. So loud it was to drown out all other sounds he would have heard. A terrifyingly booming yet high-pitched maniacal laugh.

“MWAHAHAHAHHAHAH DAKRUL WILL KILL EVERYTHING YOU LOVE”

His initial movement stopped the Heathen Priest was now aided by the immense power of Mawite leadership. He could feel the grasp of his Masters flexed powers, the exterminating pressure he provoked. Not just him, the Lord of Ice, the truly eyeless one chimed in, just as another creature did that Dakrul had not met yet. There would be very little the lonesome Jedi could do to stop his advance. With that his massive form would attempt to crawl deeper into the tunnels, he wished to cull the souls of the youngest, to taste their dying essence, to suckle on their spirits.

He sought out those who wished to flee, those places with the most vital sings, he needed bodies, their essence, his brethren were waiting and few nectars would seem sweeter to them than that of the light-bearers, they would drink to their heart's content, bathe in their blood and gore.

 

[The Mongrel]

Location: Jakku, Jedi Enclave Main Turbolift
Tags: Keilara Kala'myr | Darth Tennacus | Zark San Tekka | Dagon Kaze

The attack was underway, and the Jedi - whether or not they knew it yet - were trapped like womp rats in a flooding burrow. Creating only two exits to their enclave had been a sound decision for stealth purposes, but once the facility was discovered, it would work to trap the inhabitants in their own refuge. With no place to retreat to, the rising tide of Sith violence would surely drown the sanctimonious Force-mages. It was only a matter of time. Once The Mongrel's work was finished, there would be no way out save through the Dark Voice and his chosen.

Few in the galaxy could survive that.

As the Scar Hounds prepared their detonite charges, ready to rip the turbolift shaft open and then bury it in sand, The Mongrel heard someone address him. He turned to face her, then smiled behind his durasteel mask. It was that little shadow killer he'd encountered on Carlac, the one who'd nearly killed him with a shotgun blast to the chest. He could see that he had been wise to spare her, to put her through the same conditioning that had made him into what he was. She was stronger now, her savage side unleashed, her devotion turned to the Maw.

She would be a powerful weapon for the Brotherhood.

At first, The Mongrel was uncertain exactly where to best deploy her; he didn't want to see her get buried in the enclave, as that would be a waste of a powerful warrior. But as he pondered, sensor contacts lit up the skies: incoming pods of some kind, and not Mawite ones. They had to be here for the Jedi, either to evacuate them, reinforce them, or both. "Take a squad and check out those landing craft," The Mongrel ordered her, pointing in the direction of Zark San Tekka and Dagon Kaze 's descending drop pods. "Kill whoever you find inside."

"Fight well. There are likely Jedi among them."

The warlord turned away, dismissing her. He would let Ziare do the scouting, find out what move the Jedi were making... and if she needed to be reinforced, then he would enter the fray. For now he was needed to supervise the complete destruction of this entrance. The placement of the charges had to be perfect, first to open the well-locked turbolift, then to collapse it so that no Jedi could escape through it. As he watched, the first round of explosives went off. The hidden door flew off its hinges like a kicked puppy, then fell to the sandy ground.

A burst of clean, moist air rushed out of the opening, a taste of the enclave's closed ecosystem - one much more pleasant than the harsh desert outside. The darkness of the turbolift shaft quickly swallowed up what little light came from above; it was never meant to be seen by anyone but maintenance droids, and had few amenities. The turbolift car itself was on the bottom level, ready to ascend and receive these visitors... though it had probably been damaged in the explosion. "Prepare the sealing charges," the warlord ordered. Time to lock the Jedi inside.

Time to collapse this little entryway on them.

It was at that moment that The Mongrel saw them: the Whispering Swarm. He had heard rumors of these creatures, these perfect hunters with their razor tails and acid blood... but it was another thing altogether to see them racing right at him. It inspired sheer, primal panic, a feeling he had to force down and stand strong. These were allies, he reminded himself... though Mawite warbeasts tended to be tenuously controlled at best, and these were more clever and savage than most. The swarm skittered around the Scar Hounds and the elevator, hissing.

They were out for blood, that much was clear.

So far, the beasts seemed to be under decent control, their shock collars and training keeping them in line despite their clear desire to maim and kill every last one of the marauders around them. They would probably join the main fight at the landing field entrance, or perhaps keep the deserts clear... but perhaps there was another use for them now that the main entrance turbolift had been blown open. "Drive them down the turbolift shaft," The Mongrel ordered, grinning nastily behind his mask. "Let them fall upon the Jedi from behind before we seal it."

The horrid, skittering beasts would be a nasty surprise...

 

[Vaylin]

Location: Jakku - Heading towards the Enclave
Equipment: Dual Blades
Allies: ???
Enemies: ???​

Beyond the main NJO and SJC Orders, there had always been the numerous enclaves located around the galaxy. Some were publicly known, others were hidden. Some had ties to existing Orders, others were independent. During her early Sith years, Vaylin had a focus on tracking and attacking them. They provided a convenient means to capture Jedi at the time, but eventually her focus turned to the ongoing wars.

Jakku having a supposed Hidden Enclave was something that had been rumoured about for years. Stemming from the Brotherhood of the Maw’s initial attack on the planet. Far as she remembered, the Sith Empire hadn’t played a part in that, but reports on the assault still reached their ears. Namely the fact a group of Jedi had been particularly quick in intercepting the attacking Sith.

Had it been down to pure coincidence? Perhaps, but it became a firm belief that some sect of the New Jedi Order had situated themselves somewhere on the planet.

Thus, years later the Zabrak found herself on the desert planet with the intent on finding the elusive Enclave. Although, she had no real means of finding it. There had been rumours that affiliated Jedi had special means to, but Vaylin lacked whatever that was. All she could rely on was her faint connection to the Force.

Of which was still incredibly numb, even after significant time had passed since freeing herself from Moirai. She hoped that not being completely disconnected would at least help guide her way.

Fortunately, it seemed that wasn’t going to be necessary.

Vaylin had been riding through the desert, swoop bike carving across the dunes as she vaguely followed a path she thought would lead her to the Enclave. But as the night drew on, chaos had erupted. She only had to follow it to find that the Brotherhood of the Maw were attacking the hidden Jakku Enclave.

“Well fething hell…” Vaylin muttered as she cursed her luck. She had come here in hopes of finding someone who could potentially heal her, not wind up in the middle of a conflict. The Zabrak drummed her fingers against the vehicle, debating on what to do. She could just leave, no one knew she was here. Certainly didn’t have any business stepping into this.

But as the thought lingered about in her mind, the Zabrak found herself glancing down and over to where her saddlebag was. The hilts of two blades just about sticking out of their confinement. She might not have the Force at her side, but when had that been her focus in battle?

With her decision made, Vaylin kicked the bike into gear and accelerated towards the Enclave.

I hope I don’t regret this.

Darth Solipsis | The Mongrel | Keilara Kala'myr | Dakrul | Darth Mori | Darth Tennacus | Halketh | Zaavik Perl | Kyrel Ren | Khamul Kryze | Menelik

Aaran Tafo | Ishani Dinn | Marcel von Ascania | Jared Starchaser | Zark San Tekka | Starlin Rand | Caltin Vanagor | Ripley Kühn | Dagon Kaze ​

 

[Vesta]

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Location: Jakku, Enclave Second Turbolift Entrance
Equipment: Lightsaber
Tags: Starlin Rand

To kill, to maim; destroy - it was divine.

Not because of some inward desire to see the ones she was actually intent on harming squirm in fear, but because she knew it would lower herself further in the mind of the one she wanted to suffer for refusing to let a part of her she wanted destroyed go. There was no special pleasure she took in the way they looked at her, at the disdain that was sent her way, and she did not find pride in the way she was elevated above others in the preference she was given as an adversary. To choose an easy path was to choose to remain weak, to embrace a crutch.

Green streaks of light, electrical surges flung through the air, crossed into her vision as she confirmed to herself that there weren't any present that might push her nearly as much as she could choose to push herself.

Like a spiteful slap to the face.

A small, pale, hand reached out for it, her black-painted nails drawing the green glow into them without any immediately discernable reaction present on her face. She'd spent her entire life brawling with other Sith, and lightning was a tool that was often in their employment - as it was in hers - and it had never impressed her once. Rhand had been drained of its weakest miscreants, their hearts, minds, bodies and souls devoured whole by both an orbital bombardment and the hunger inside of her but this impulsive man did not even measure up against the lowest of them. Amber eyes took themselves off of Marcel von Ascania and provided Starlin Rand with their judgmental stare in her place.

Still bound to the laws of physics, though confusing as they might be when the force was introduced to the equation, the energy she had taken needed to go somewhere, lest it erupt within her - so she returned it to its sender with the same degree of disinterest she'd given the blind man and his airy apprentice, only in the shape of a river of fire that ran down from her fingertips and raced towards him across the ground with the same hunger she kept at bay within. "Don't flatter yourself." She replied, referring to his decision to choose her.

"You're in the way."

 

[Ishani Dinn]

Objective: Assist in the defense of the Enclave
Location: Outside the Jedi Enclave
Accompanied by: Arlo Renard, a Chaldean Mystic
Tags: Darth Tennacus The Mongrel Dagon Kaze Zark San Tekka Vaylin

Ishani and Arlo raced toward the Enclave. Even in the dark, it was an unassuming building, looking more like a factory or processing facility. Now though, it was swarmed with shrouded figures and surrounded by dropships unloading still more troops for the assault.

Some of the new arrivals, Ishani sensed were not with the Sith, but here to assist the Jedi. Must’ve sent out a distress signal by now. Maybe the Jedi didn’t need them—

Ishani came to a skittering halt across the sand as some sort of giant, spindly creature leaped in her way. She yelped, her sword appearing spontaneously in her right hand, her left hand seizing for her lightsaber at her belt.

The thing hissed at them—and was perhaps a bit surprised when Arlo hissed back. The Mystic lobbed his spear at the creature, but it dodged the projectile, lunging at him. Ishani blocked the creature’s path with her blades. Once struck by a glancing blow from the burning blue blade, it shied away from her lightsaber, avoiding it like the plague.

“Here!” She passed her saber to Arlo. “Take this!”

“Thanks!” Arlo called back dryly. Maybe he resented having to use a Jedi weapon, but he took the lightsaber anyway and promptly decapitated the thing.

Once Arlo had relieved her of her lightsaber, Ishani concentrated hard on her sword. The weapon that she had helped forge. Her energies coursed through the metal, making it glow brightly, then the blade burst into flames.

Another creature was approaching. It didn’t show any fear as her flaming sword drew near. That was its mistake. The burning brand cut into its flesh, filling the air with the stench of seared Sithspawn. Blood splattered her and she screamed in pain.

Backing away, she felt Arlo reaching toward her, dragging the Force across her flesh to pull away the droplets of acid. It had burned holes in her clothes, corroding the fabric down to her bare skin. She was lucky—her blade had cauterized much of the Sithspawn’s wound—but her clothing was in shreds and her body was covered in welts and blisters.

“Scrounge from the armor of the fallen,” Arlo suggested. “Or better yet, sit this one out.”

“No!” she insisted, gritting her teeth against the pain. “The Force will help me fight!”

Arlo laughed at her. “It will also leave you vulnerable to our enemies!”

But it was no use arguing when they were in a war zone. Arlo returned her lightsaber and retrieved his spear, then headed into the thick of the fighting. The rest of the Sithspawn creatures were concentrated on entering the Enclave, which meant they were dealing with marauders. Ishani deflected blaster bolts with her saber and cut into men and women with her sword, subsisting on agony and sheer determination to survive.

 

[Starlin Rand]

Objective: Defend the Enclave
Location: Jedi Enclave Entrance (?)
Tags: Darth Mori

To the lady’s credit, Starlin had yet to encounter a Sith who actually absorbed his Electric Judgment. Usually they just fired back with their own power, creating a clash in the space between opponents. Clearly she couldn’t hold it in her for long, so she exuded it as flames that raced along the floor toward his sock-clad feet.

“Nice!” he exclaimed, genuinely impressed. He resisted enough to keep the flames from actually striking him. Instead they curled around him, forming a ring of fire that surrounded and, if he was being honest, entrapped him.

One couldn’t get very far in the whole Force User business by merely resisting your enemies’ power—at least, not in his experience. So Starlin had his own absorption and purification methods. Breathing in the flames, he exhaled smoke through his nostrils, coughing a little, then breathed the fire right back at her. He felt like he was playing spiritual tennis, but hey. Games are fun.

 

[Vesta]

pyromania​

Location: Jakku, Enclave Second Turbolift Entrance
Equipment: Lightsaber
Tags: Starlin Rand , Aaran Tafo , Marcel von Ascania , Darth Solipsis , Halketh , Dakrul , Keilara Kala'myr , Kyrel Ren

She offered no reaction to the man's audible praise, unconcerned with the opinions of someone who had only offered her the very basics of what were divulged to the Sith still in their earliest stages of learning - which meant, as a Jedi, there was very little room for improvement left in his repertoire under the stern hand of their regressive order. Observing his repurposing of the fire she'd twisted his lightning into she did not give him the sort of reaction he'd provided her, instead she stepped towards him - and thus the fire - as he began to overstay his welcome. Solipsis had engaged the blind man, or so it had seemed, and others were now gathering or arriving around them even as she moved forwards. It was beginning to get crowded.

She preferred solitude.

Fire reached her bare feet, racing up her limbs, and their lapping tongues threatened to consume her - and indeed appeared they did so as they climbed up and over her black studded robes. Instead, as she seemed unperturbed and continued her stride towards him, it seemed the exact opposite was the case; flames that licked at her, at her clothes, were vanishing into her until they were gone. Perhaps she'd operated a similar trick to what she'd done to dispel his lightning, a slight of hand mixed with tutaminis and some esoteric dark arts sprinkled throughout, but those gifted with the sight granted by the force would have seen what actually transpired - the hunger in which she devoured the energy provided by the flames, flames created and made of the force, in much the same way one might drain the life out of a human being.

Might have seen the jaws within her as they strained themselves shut, lest her hunger consume every last living thing around her.

Her other hand, just as small, as pale, reached out for the wall as she turned towards the one to her left, just outside of the doors to the turbolift. She touched it and frowned - flames blossomed at her fingertips and sprouted along its metallic surface. She offered the man another glare, then removed her fingers from the wall - which only accelerated the growing flames.

"Brave mistake."

 

[Jem Fossk]

Objective: Sneakhelp
Location: Coruscant response shuttle
Tags: Gillan Eru

They didn't know she had access to the emergency operations channel. If they did they probably... wouldn't be happy. This was why Jem used her brother's holo credentials to break in and give it to herself. What the elders didn't know wouldn't hurt them.

What Saan'an Gaelor didn't know wouldn't hurt either. She just had to be there, the fate of her stitched up heels be damned.

Sneaking onto the shuttles was as easy as pie if you knew how to do it. Why would any Jedi have reason to be concerned about security on THEIR neck of the woods? Nah. Their attention was out there, towards the battle Jem desperately wanted to be in. She slipped into an unmanned shuttle, the door stuck open as she leaned half in to tear at some wires. Somewhere in here was the right-- aha.

She inserted her boot-chip and watched as the system was overridden. Lights flickered on. The engines booted up. She grinned, the wayward half of her body pulled into the shuttle as she swirled in the seat.

Bingo.

 

[Starlin Rand]

Objective: Defend the Enclave
Location: Jedi Enclave Entrance (?)
Tags: Darth Mori

Starlin stepped away from the burning woman as she approached him, very much aware that he was wearing flammable pajamas. He saw the gaping maw, certainly, but he’d been dealing with hungry energy-devouring witches from the first day of his Jedi training, so there wasn’t much shock value there.

Then he sidestepped again, this time from the burning wall—and almost bumped into Marcel von Ascania , whatever she was presently doing.

“‘Scuse me.”

His expression when he looked from the wall to the Sith Lady was bewildered. What kind of cheapass building materials was this place made out of if metal walls were catching fire? Yeah yeah, the power of the Force and all. Still pretty wack, watching metal burn.

Deactivating his lightsaber, he hooked it to his belt with a sigh. Looked like he was in for another magic battle. Well, he did classify himself as a Jedi Sorcerer, after all. But he was a pretty damn good duelist too, and vaguely resented not having a chance to employ an entire branch of his skill set.

Waving his arms like a traffic conductor, Starlin couldn’t douse the flames so much as redirect them back toward their origin. Seeing as she didn’t seem all that bothered the last time he set her on fire, he figured it was a good time to strike up a “conversation” with the Sith.

"’When my enemies threaten, Ashla, let your song deafen!’"

The spell manifested as a sonic wave that issued from Starlin’s throat. Starlin’s master had described it as a modified version of Force Scream, with an added punch of Force Light. The sound was loud enough to shake the walls, the flames bending to one side like wheat in the wind.

 

[Marcel von Ascania]

It had all happened so fast—as most things typically do for Creed. Somehow, Master Aaran Tafo had managed to not only stop the charging beast that was Dakrul , but also intercept the telekinetic assault of Halketh . To her credit, Creed had felt the Force ripple from the Miralukan and sensed something sinister about to hit her. She was just too slow to do anything about it.

The psychic onslaught had clashed with the efforts of Master Tafo, leaving Creed to stare dumbly from behind his capable form. He was always so calm, so clever—maybe one day, Creed could rise to his level. But not today. Definitely not today.

Master was facing another of their ilk, and Darth Solipsis sent floor tiles undulating along the ground like a wave and tore ceiling panels from their hinges, seeking to incapacitate the Jedi Knight. The blindfolded man who attempted to strike her earlier had breezed past the commotion, headed further into the temple. Creed spun on her heel, creating a flourish with her oversized robe.

“Stop!” She chased after him, completely unaware of the magnitude of the assault she’d narrowly avoided just moments ago. “You’re not allowed in there!” Both hands extending suddenly and she shoved the Force in his direction, aiming to knock the Dark Lord off-kilter. For all her ineptitude, Creed was surprisingly apt in her martial abilities.

But still, a Padawan.

“Hey!”

As Starlin Rand bumped into her from his engagement with Darth Mori , Creed stumbled back, arms flailing for balance before falling flat onto her behind and whined.

“Watch where you’re going…!”

 

[Darth Tennacus]

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Objective: Destroy the Enclave
Whispering Swarm
Allies: Darth Senthral The Mongrel
Engaging: Ishani Dinn

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Kill. Above all, that was their purpose; for what form of creature could serve to the benefit of anything else? The Dark Side corrupted them: twisted their values, their natural order and service of self-gain. What cluster of them had made their way to The Mongrel were not wise enough to obliterate the turbolift; but they may have done so if asked. Instead they stood idle, gnawing and snapping at the air, and sometimes at each other. Hungered, aching and fuelled by a desire to quell the emptiness within.

But there was one among them who saw different.

Where the Dark Side of the Force had been embedded within it, so had the emotions which fuelled such power to its ferocity. Ghastly bellows sounded at the slashing of one of their own alerted a dominant figure among the nine gathered at the turbolift, waiting ever so eagerly to hear the explosive detonation that would guide them to satisfaction. And when the lift finally gave way, eight of them quickly rushed down the narrow gullet of darkness, scaling the walls as they descended deeper into the shadows. Their slaughter was imminent; the extent of their hunger knew no bounds. Slaying insignificant Jedi would be a menial victory, but it would not be enough to fill the void within them. But one remained, folding its blackened lips above its terrible, drooling maw. Its tail whipped aggressively at the pheromones of despair sunken into its mind. One of their own had fallen, and the Dark Side demanded it feed another desire: Vengeance.

The Xenomorph crawled away in a four-legged scurry, bucking its head back with frequent twitches to smell the air. The pheromones of its deceased kin still lingered in the surroundings, drawing the midnight beast towards Ishani Dinn , who stood victorious over the slain creature. Its intelligence was notable in its approach, cautiously crawling along the terrain, circling with its tail reared up over its elongated skull, licking its exoskeletal crown in slow whips. It appeared to observe her, for the moment. If it had eyes, then they were certainly burdened to see the defeated Xenomorph laying lifeless at her feet. She had survived their greatest defence mechanism, even in close combat. That told the creature that she was strong. But that wouldn't stop it. The Dark Side of the Force demanded suffering, and the creature would unknowingly obey it.

Without further delay, its observation concluded. Its jaw widened to sound a ghastly, ear-piercing bellow before its aggression finally consumed it. The wicked beast lunged itself at the female, rushing towards her in a four-legged sprint, zig-zagging its manoeuvre. Before it drew too close upon her, it skidded into a sudden halt, clawing its digits into the ground. Its elongated tail whipped around alongside its body, hurling its razor narrowed point towards her with an intent to catch her lower limbs.

 

[Romi Jade]

Right before...
Jakku Enclave East
[Theme]
----

Darth Solipsis | Zark San Tekka | Sorry if i missed anyone

​

"The Enclave-I-It's under attack!", this Jedi's voice seemed to have been scabbed over several times in fear.

Chit

Romi’s breath stopped instantly, and she felt herself choking on the absence of saliva as her mouth grew dry, but where as the exodus of words resumed for her, Rawk her student found give in the discussion and interjected as he saw fit. "Under attack? Sith? How'd they even know how to find it?"

She grew cold, and under her breath -- "That snake..."

She had a very good idea as to who...

Turning to his instructor, "Romi? You know whose behind this--" but her autopilot kicked in; she did not have the half a second it would take to feel this and mount a defense, so she simply threw herself into it. She was already behind a move, and even if someone had betrayed them ... pondering would cost her even more; she was in a hurry to help.

She whipped around, digging her heel into the foundation to hit a half spin "Rawk...the thing I've been training you for, it just got the jump on us..." She approached slowly, and with one glance you could tell she stepped into the role of being the bearer of even more bad news. With Tilon just a couple of feet or so behind him --- he was Quill's Padawan and someone whose safety he entrusted to Romi; she'd been training them both.

And even as all who were present looked to her for a sense of comfort...really anything

"There's a lot to explain, and not even enough time for a crash course. More importantly though, I need you to do what I say. You, Tilon, and the others have got to get out of here. We're about 24 miles ahead of them...and it's possible they haven't looked this way yet which means you can take the tunnels to the edge of the valley with just a bit of a head start. It's time to hit the next checkpoint, just like we talked about."

"We can fight!"

She shook her head -- She'd refuse him saying anything else regardless.

"Not with those weak legs and twisted feet..." She smirked, "There's no doubt, and you'll get your chance when the odds aren't stacked against us." She beckoned forward for him to go, "Get moving kid."

​

She floated backwards, widening her stride with her first few backward steps; she watched them scatter in the opposite direction. On turn, she sprang from planted feet into a drive phase with all the power her legs could muster.

Oddly, she was always willing to match her finely honed danger sense against anyone else any day...but ever since Korriban...

She was surprised that she hadn't sensed the incoming conflict, and now her mind surfed through makeshift images of what could possibly be the current status of the main structure -- if it were going to go down, it'd have to be after she did everything she could.

She raced for the exit through the interior labyrinthine with the tracings of a conduit worm.

On the outside, her boots gave a bit to the sand but she pushed forward with a solid drive. Tensing her calves, she leapt up and landed on her mark; a landspeeder. With her free hand she snatched her Jedi beacon from her belt, then her comlink she connected spared herself the time she could to connect the two devices -- recalling cold memories of doing this on Rhen Var while fighting Taeli Raaf off.

"This is Romi Jade! Does anyone read me?" -- Kark -- "Jade to literally anyone! Over!"

On the jab of her foot she ignited the jet engines and propelled the vehicle through its hinges and pulses before launching herself forward; she's not a good driver -- that's besides the point.

 

[Jared Starchaser]

His revery of relaxation and the very illusion that Jedi could take a few moments to themselves was rudely and abruptly ruined. The Wayseeker was a Starchaser first and foremost, and danger sense, especially when it came to active Sith, was something that was pretty hardwired in. Add in the fact that several Sith were moving and exciting several Jedi really quickly? And well, Jared was going to feel it.

The Mirialan Hunter was in the Green Room, surrounded by the life it brought, and outside those chamber walls the Sith were invading the temple. Not his temple, no, not the one his father instructed, but one just as near and dear to the Starchasers. Lead by none other than Romi Jade, the at one time interest of Coren, and one of his most trusted comrades, another figurehead for the Jedi, it was one of the main temples of the Enclave Network.

Probably why Jared even decided to try to spend a few days for R&R here.

So much for that idea.

The Force was knocking at his mind now. Move. Defend. Fight.

That was when the beacon went off. Romi Jade on the other end.

“This is Jared Starchaser…” His name was going to carry weight. If the Sith were hearing it, it could make him a target. “I read you. In the Green Room. Whats your location Master?” He was already on the move, his lightsaber in hand.

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

IT'S ALWAYS DARKEST BEFORE THE DAWN...​

Location: Optional

Spoiler: Lightsabers

"ELOAH" (Primary - Long Handle)

"ELOHAI" (Secondary - Long Handle)

Spoiler: GEAR

Comm-link, Rebreather, Custom Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added)Advanced Jedi Utility Belt

Spoiler: STARSHIP/COMPANIONS

Starship: Starlight Sentinel, (Jedi Interceptor in landing bay, Dilorian and Bike both in cargo bay)
Companion: Astromech R01R - "Roller", Pilot droid Mu51c - "Music"

Tag: Romi Jade Jared Starchaser

Oh, kark me sideways...

Two Marauders were harassing escaping staff. The mad Twi'leks were each using their sabers and shotos to not only cut at to slice the poor staff who wanted nothing more to get out safely. They were bullies, and Caltin hated bullies. Unlike the kid, to whom he confiscated a lightsaber, these assassins were more than old enough to be fully enthralled in the Dark Side. That was their choice, that was their life and to this point, it would be their undoing. Walking towards them, he made absolutely no motion to hide anything about him, even affecting the central air, turning it into gusts of wind. One of them cackled as he turned to the big guy and went to blast the massive Jedi with Force Lightning.

The Dark Side's servant was indeed a "Master" at this attack as the blast would bring a Bull Rancor to his knees, let alone a Jedi. The problem is that Caltin was not the Jedi he used to be, this was documented already. What he was, was a body coursing with lightning. The big guy stopped for a moment, but to gain his bearings and maybe to make it a little dramatic, he'll never tell, but the Sith cackled, thinking that he had the advantage, and poured it on. When the big guy started walking again, the show really began.

A simple reach and a massive bolt of lightning slammed into both assailants, sending them flying down the hall. The frightened staff just looked at him in even more fear.

Get a hiding spot, or go, now.

The massive Jedi Master pulled the Electrum lightsaber, an oddly articulated weapon for the child he took it from, and in a snap, the blood orange blade ignited as the two assassins rose slowly, wearily to their feet. One of them seemed to recognize the weapon.

"oooo Youuuu stole Voras' lightsaberrr..."

The other, she seemed a little more jovial.

"Not very Jedi-like... hee hee"

Caltin said nothing, he just kept walking towards them, weapon down to his side.

He didn't give me a choice, the two of you still have one.

They chose badly as though they had the weaponry and numbers advantages, Caltin indeed showed that while the weapon in his hand was not his and he was better with a long handle, he was just as good with this one. The dual lasted maybe five minutes as the massive Jedi Master kept circling and cutting his foes to pieces. His right vambrace was lost from a stabbing attempt by the female, but he would make due. She lies on the floor struggling to breathe, but alive and will remain as such, her compatriot was not as lucky. As he collected the one remaining lightsaber (the shoots were destroyed) and clipped it along with his other captured lightsaber to his belt, Caltin noticed that Roller, his astromech was coming his way like mad.

Good to see you... whoah... calm down... I know... I know... I wouldn't have ca... really? Do you really think I brought you down here for fun? No, stay here with those staffers over there... LISTEN... hook into the system and the security vids. Give me some kind of Overwatch if you can. Yeah. Stay in, stay quiet relax and be safe. Let me get my weapons first.

As Roller made his way down the hall after Caltin extracted his lightsabers from the hidden compartments and replaced them with the captured Sith weapons, the big guy looked down at the fallen Marauder.

If you make so much as a move on them, I will know about it and come back to finish what you started. My advice? Leave the way you came, or I will collect more than lightsabers.

Aggressive? Sure, definitely, but he didn't have to follow through on what he said, it was clear that the Sith got the message. Not that she would be able to test it anyway, she barely seemed able to move as it was. The turbolifts were the way to go, but something about them seemed unsecured at the moment, especially since Roller came from the landing bays. So why not go that way? He didn't make it far before the comm-unit in his left vambrace went off, a voice was calling out in panic for anyone who was there. It was Master Jade, there was a counter-offensive going down. Right? Then the younger Starchaser.

He had to get to them.

This is Vanagor. I'm in the lower levels. The East Training rooms. Point me in a direction.

... YET THE DAWN ALWAYS COMES.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective: Observe, Study, Intervene?
Allies: No one at present
Enemies: No one at present
Equipment: Armor in signature, Lightsaber

It was not hard to find reports detailing the first incursion of the Brotherhood of the Maw into Alliance space at Jakku, and it certainly wasn't difficult to see the reports that Jedi had pushed them back from the planet that hadn't traveled there from other parts of Alliance space. It had simply been a matter of a newish Senator trying to gain an understanding about the war being fought against the terrors from the Unknown Regions.

While she might not have known where the Enclave on the planet might be, there were ways of finding it... such as following the trail of death and violence left behind the Maw on whatever world they touched. With Soraya wearing her mask back on Coruscant, fulfilling the part of the Senator, Taeli had traveled to Jakku to investigate for herself. Arriving as the Maw launched their assault on the world, she had merely followed their transports down at a safe and cloaked distance to the near proximity of the Enclave they were so set on destroying.

But Jakku of all places... she hated this dry heat.

Wrapping herself in the illusions of the White Current to disappear from all senses, she made her way to a point where she could observe the attack upon this hidden Enclave. There was no finesse, only wholesale ferocity. Darth Solipsis was leading it, she could his darkness in the currents around her and others besides him. Other Sith and dark side Force users that had flocked to the self-proclaimed Sith'ari, for a chance at revenge on the hated enemy and to slake their bloodlust temporarily.

The Jedi on this world were already rising to defense, and... she felt the calming and light filled presences wash through the currents of Zark San Tekka and Romi Jade .

Movement caught her attention before she thought on the two Jedi, and a frown formed as she saw creatures being unleashed by the Maw. They were aggressive, tainted with the dark side, but she even as far away as she was, she could not sense much alteration in them if they were indeed products of Sith alchemy. She would know the touches of alchemy upon a creature far more than many alive would, and yet... the frown deepened. She would need to examine them closer, which would mean intervening on one side or the other in this attack.

Clicking her tongue, she knew what the choice was going to be already.

"Tuma ri jina'tis," she muttered, the hidden tattoos around her eyes glowing red for a moment as her dark presence withdrew into them. Reworking her Fallanassi illusion to change her appearance and her feel in the Force, she vanished from her observation spot to the fight below.

 

[Vesta]

big bad wolf​

Location: Jakku, Enclave Second Turbolift Entrance
Equipment: Lightsaber
Tags: Starlin Rand

She had hoped the flames would scare him away, she hoped the sight of metal combusting might at least give him pause to consider pushing his luck further, and if he had turned tail or, at the very least, decided that his life was worth more than antagonizing the Sith Lord then she would have left him to his own devices - death would have been just as certain at the hands of the rest of the Sith and Maw that arrived after her - and continued on her pursuit of ridding this enclave of their next generation.

Instead he screamed, or sang, although she didn't seem to share the same appreciation for his choice in music if the look of cringe that crossed her face was anything to go by.

The scream on its own could have been stopped quickly enough, to control the environment and alter it at a whim was an ability she had long since mastered and vacating the air directly in front of her of matter to create a vacuum would have stopped any sound from reaching her, but the light that was intermingled throughout was an entirely different subject - one of interest to her. She slowed her approach as the soundwaves left his lips, the moment it took for it to reach her ears all it took for her to find herself struck. She was visibly shaken, pushed several steps back, but the light effected her in an entirely different manner - shredding at her exposed flesh like torrential winds, or like fire.

The word Ashla had been uttered - it was how she knew, without seeing, what would be coming.

It was why she took it without even offering the slightest bit of resistance.

"I expected more."

Much of her face was torn, as if the skin that had covered it was held together or sewn up by the dark side of the force itself if the damage caused by the presence of force light offered any indication - and that was because it was. She'd become much more than just the Shi'ido her Sith contemporaries had known her as while on Rhand, when she'd shouldered the planetary bombardment from her own peers on the Confederacy below and came out of it pieced back together like the second coming of Darth Sion.

After she had devoured much of the planet's fleeing refugees even as they tried to run from the Maw like a fledgling Nihilus.

Her lightsaber ignited as tiny strips of flesh began to reassemble along the left side of her mouth and at the line where the relatively unharmed side of her face met the part which had been so disfigured. "I would run." She advised, the lightsaber's dull red glow only served to emphasize the monstrous state she was in and to illuminate her steps towards him as she renewed her strides without further pause. She carried no standard form in the way she held her saber, which had been pulled into her hand from her waist just as its blade was unleashed, and there was no discipline in her slow, deliberate, gait.

"There is no hope."

 

[Starlin Rand]

Objective: Defend the Enclave
Location: Jedi Enclave Entrance (?)
Tags: Darth Mori

"I expected more."

“Heh, so did I,” Starlin replied cheerfully. He didn’t seem at all bothered by the fact that half her face had been blown off by his spell. Much like with the whole vampiric Dark Sider thing, he was used to seeing beautiful women have their flesh mangled in a grotesque manner.

Wait, that sounded weird. He spent a lot of time around Shi’ido and Force Beings and Biots and other such weirdos whose bodies were like putty. They recovered from severe combat injuries swiftly, even if it was a little gross to watch.

"I would run."

“I wouldn’t.”

"There is no hope."

“I respectfully disagree,” he said, grinning merrily.

Since she was now advancing toward him with her lightsaber drawn, Starlin took his own saber hilt back in hand. He activated only one of the dark green blades and spread his legs in a combat stance. It looked hilarious in his pajamas and socks.

He waited a while as she advanced, slowly and deliberately, even closing his one good eye in obvious meditation. Channeling the Force before the duel would give him focus. But as soon as she was in range, he struck first.

If she seemed to have no particular form, Starlin was obviously using Niman. Balanced, generalized, and lacking any particular strengths or drawbacks, his strikes and parries seemed intent on preoccupying her—for now—much as he had during their earlier magic show competition. He even tried to initiate an actual conversation this time.

“I don’t think we introduced ourselves. I’m Starlin Rand. What’s your name?”