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

[Khamul Kryze]

Engaging: Open

Allies: Darth Solipsis , Halketh , The Mongrel , Dakrul , Darth Mori, Keilara Kala'myr , Darth Tennacus , Kyrel Ren , Zaavik Perl , Menelik

Enemies: Dagon Kaze , Aaran Tafo , Romi Jade , Starlin Rand , Zark San Tekka , Caltin Vanagor , Ishani Dinn , Marcel von Ascania , Jared Starchaser , Ripley Kühn

Seek & Destroy​

As the remaining members of Death's Hand exited their dropships, they began to spread around the landing bay's perimeter, making sure to cover any potential exit before beginning their push. Khamul took his own position near the turbolift, eyeing the structure as the first shots rang out from the Mandalorians. Several of the defenders fell dead within moments... the first blood drawn by Death's Hand. Khamul quickly followed as some would-be duelist drew his lightsaber. Judging by the unrefined stance of the man, he couldn't have been more than an apprentice. Khamul's eyes narrowed from behind his beskar mask as the young man stood in defiance.

Another would-be hero. Pathetic.

He reached out, channeling the darkness as he outstretched his hand toward the young man. A look of confusion fell upon the young man... then fear... then agony. The Jedi dropped his saber, grasping for his throat as he struggled for breath. The terror he felt within was pouring out like a rejuvenating wave, feeding Khamul's power. He let the Jedi struggle for a moment, basking in the pain he was inflicting on him. He could have kept it up, but there were many more Jedi to slay. Khamul quickly closed his fist, crushing the young man's windpipe.

Turning his attention back to the turbolift, signaling for some of Death's Hand to follow.

"Three squads, on me. The rest of Death's Hand will remain here. Should any of these weaklings decide to run, wipe them out."

Their jetpacks roared to life, carrying them down the shaft of the turbolift. Upon reaching the roof of the lift itself, Khamul carved a large, molten hole in the center, allowing them to drop down into the lift. From there, Death's Hand poured into the hall of the Enclave, cutting down all that stood in their path. At their head walked Khamul, the Hellhound of Mandalore, the harbinger of Death itself. He wasn't sure how many Jedi remained within the Enclave walls; in the end, it did not matter. They would all die, by the end, and their remains turned to ash as the walls of their precious Enclave crumble around them.

 

[Keilara Kala'myr]

Ziare Dyarron | Keilara Kala'myr
COMPNOR (ISB) Junior Agent, Nite agent | Slave of the Maw​

Objective: Kill the enemies of the Maw
Location: Jedi Enclave, Jakku
Equipment: FS-18-UP2 Omega Phase Assault Rifle | 2x PV-16 "Sunfury" Pulse Pistol | Druetium Armour | Viper Mk. I Skinsuit | 2x Vibrodagger || Stealth field generator || OPBC-01m || Scar Hound Squadron
Allies: The Mongrel | Darth Tennacus | Syrenno Maraan
Enemies: Zark San Tekka | Dagon Kaze

[ Planet Hell ]
"Galactic Basic" | ~"Telepathic" communication ~ | << comm. channel >> ​

I knew more about Force Users, including their ability to sense someone’s presence. That’s why I didn’t even try to disguise myself. I looked at their teams and what did I see? Lots of potential dead. The fools; they should have escaped as long as they could, not come closer. True, this is causing us a very good day. Ziare kept running away from them because she was terrified of them, even though she had killed our Sith brother. It was finally time for me to find out how I'm able to fight against these.

I chuckled mockingly at the man's words. Aw, so cute, little cutie! I would have loved to pat him kindly on the cheek, smiling as I cut his throat or just would have dipped my blade into his heart. I tilted my head playfully to the side before shouting at him.

"Tell me, has this ever worked?" I asked laughing, not really waiting for an answer to my question. "Alliance justice? If I remember correctly it is the same as the Sith and Maw method, i.e. you will kill everyone. What justice from the servants of light!" I said mockingly.

It was just a hand signal to the Scar Hounds with me, who ran down the dune and aimed at the two Jedi. One of them headed in our direction, right. Come on, come on, handsome boy! The older one apparently stayed behind, and their soldiers targeted us. However, the Marauders did not remain idle either, as they immediately changed their targets and opened fire on the soldiers. Not to the Jedi, but only to the soldiers. As they tried to get out of the way of the young (Dagon) Jedi as well. The man moved quickly and was already able to kill some of the marauders. His movement was fascinating.

I calmly lifted the assault rifle, a mocking smile playing on my lips, it's a shame they couldn't see it. Unfortunately, nothing can be perfect. A soft click as I switched the gun to shotgun mode. When the man got close enough and became a clear target I aimed at the middle of his chest…

"Try to defend this with your lightsaber, darling!" I whispered softly.

At this moment, I pulled the trigger…

 

[Vaylin]

Location: Jakku - Outside the Enclave
Objective: Help Defend
Equipment: Dual Blades
Allies: Ishani Dinn
Enemies: Darth Tennacus | Darth Senthral
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Vaylin let out an annoyed groan, hearing that fire was apparently useful against their enemy. “Of course, right when fire shaping would be handy, I can’t access it.” But it didn’t deter the Zabrak, instead it just steeled her resolve, sharpening her natural senses to remain on alert. She ducked a blaster bolt, swinging her thicker blade to block another.

“If either of you have got any comms, I’d highly suggest trying to send out a distress signal.” Not like the entire Enclave being attacked wasn’t already a big enough one. But Vaylin’s concern was that any potential rescuers wouldn’t bother looking over what was already a swarmed area.

“We-” The Zabrak cut herself off when someone approached them, adorned in black armour and riding atop a Loth Wolf. She didn’t need the Force to know where the masked newcomer was aligned. Without it though, Vaylin couldn’t gauge the man’s presence through the Force, his strength. Instead she focused on the way he held himself, the way he spoke. The Zabrak had been around too many Sith from Apprentice to Lord to not tell the difference.

Question was....where was his Master?

Vaylin knew she couldn’t dwell on that though, her eyes focused on the beasts that flanked the masked Sith. Namely the Xenomorph that she had sent her vehicle crashing into. She had held a little hope it would’ve done some damage, but it appeared to have been a false hope. It was staring at her, at least she assumed it was. The lack of visible eyes made it hard to tell from an initial look, but Vaylin wasn’t inexperienced when dealing with creatures.

It reminded her of the past, of being a young Padawan abandoned to the jungles of Dxun. Forced to survive, to adapt and conquer the native predators that would’ve killed her. Five years spent learning to fight just like any other wild animal.

There was no verbal communication, she could tell the Xenomorph hungered to attack her. She had effectively insulted it, infuriating the beast that was no doubt fueled by the Dark Side of the Force.

Vaylin shifted herself into a stance she hadn’t used in years. Mimicking the body language of a Zakkeg. Standing big and tall, steadfast and aggressive.

Not a Jedi

Nor a Sith

Just another beast.

 

[Marlon Sularen]

JAKKU , WESTERN REACHES
Objective | Destroy any Jedi-Affiliated Starcraft

Jakku. The Site of the Climactic Battle of Jakku between the Galactic Empire and the New Republic. Here , the fragmented Empire made it's last stand against the Republic and was decisively defeated. Hundread of Years later , the Brotherhood of the Maw arrived at Jakku scavenging portions of the wrecks of the Super Star Destroyer Ravager in order to develop their own Star Dreadnought , the Fatalis as a means to strengthen their Fleet and make preparations for their ruthless campaign against their Enemies. Now approximately 5 Years later , the Brotherhood of the Maw was back at Jakku this time striking at the so-called Jakku Jedi Enclave built by Jedi Master Romi Jade as part of a planned Offensive against the New Jedi Order which itself was a prelude to the Conquest of the Core , or atleast that's how Sularen viewed it. A Minor Offense meant to deal a Shock-and-Awe effect on the NJO and pave the way for the Conquest of the Core , to ensure the destruction of the Galactic Alliance and the ultimate triumph of the Maw.

At the edge of the Jakku System , Two Dozen TIE Enforcers followed by a Single TIE Omicron emerged from Hyperspace signaling the arrival of the Crimson Linings led by none other then the Grand Overseer of the Final Dawn , Marlon Sularen himself onboard his Personal TIE Omicron. The Grand Overseer had no grudge agains the Jedi although he saw them as a potential threat to his plans regarding the Core Worlds along with the other members of the so-called Triumvirate established by the NJO , GA and NIO. The Grand Overseer had long struggled against the Alliance especially against his homeworld whose ruling Government he had opposed in recent times. With the Maw getting closer and closer to the Core , Sularen's determination only increased as the Grand Overseer seeked to finally get his Revenge and put an end to the treacherous Nation that had betrayed him not once but twice casting him out of the Core and forcing him into Exile.

Now , the Grand Overseer was back here at Jakku at the edges of Alliance Space. Once more would he act in defiance to the Nation that had casted him out twice and today he had no intention of sparing those who came across him. He would be respected and feared by the people of the Core one way or another , and this Skirmish here at Jakku was only one step towards achieving that. No matter what the Alliance did , would be in vain for sooner or later the Maw would overrun them and Sularen would soon claim his rightful place as Ruler of the Core Worlds. As the Crimson Linings approached the Prophet , Flagship of Executor Halketh , the Grand Overseer quickly sent a message to the New Imperial Defector alerting him to his presence here at Jakku. "Executor Caelitus this is Grand Overseer Marlon Sularen of the Final Dawn , i have arrived along with the Crimson Linings , any Orders?" the Grand Overseer asked , eager to get yet another round of revenge against the Alliance.

Tag | Halketh | Coren Starchaser ​

 

[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 (engaging) Darth Senthral (engaging) Vaylin

“I have a comlink but… I’m not affiliated with this place,” Ishani gasped out, overexertion leaving her breathless. “I just came here… to see if I could help…”

And was quickly overwhelmed. She had no clue which channel to use or who to call for help—

A Sith appeared, dismounting from a loth-cat.

"Think of these beasts as a test, are you worthy enemies? Can I fight you knowing I will not slay you too easily. We shall see, maybe you and I alike. You may be stronger than you yourselves believe."

Beside her, Arlo laughed contemptuously. “Well, come on then! Show me what you’re made of, you unlicked whelp!”

The Zabrak woman was preoccupied with the Sithspawn she had attempted to run over with her bike. Ishani was content to leave her to it, focusing on her own survival. She had managed to back away from the marauders, putting some distance between her and their blaster fire. With trembling, acid-burned fingers, she pulled out her comlink and tried to find a channel that would listen.

“Uh… hello? I’m—My name is Ishani Sibwarra, I’m here to help. There are Sithspawn outside the Enclave—creatures with acid for blood—fire seems to do damage to them, but they’re swarming the area…”

One of the things nearly snuck up behind her. She narrowly evaded a lashing tail, stretching out her hand to lob a fireball at the Sithspawn.

 

[Halketh]

D I V I N A T I O N
H E A V E N L Y
The Aegis of Woe
prox. Marcel von Ascania Caltin Vanagor Dakrul

"Executor Caelitus this is Grand Overseer Marlon Sularen of the Final Dawn , i have arrived along with the Crimson Linings , any Orders?" the Grand Overseer asked , eager to get yet another round of revenge against the Alliance.

The crackle of distant voice in his ear drew his attention briefly, enough to furrow his brow, but not enough to warrant his focus shifting entirely from the ruin lapping the blood from his armored fingers. Sularen. The former High Warlord of the New Imperial Order had heard mention of him briefly around the Assembly table, though nothing had ever vexed him outright. Rather, the Dark Lord recounted briefly the conversation held with a new acquaintance and accomplice: The High Regent of the Final Dawn. The venomous words of the man himself had rooted themselves in The Divine's skull, worming through the disquiet and woes to trouble his opinion. ​

"Suffice it to say we are well on schedule. Sularen despite his status as a- how do I say: Rabid curr" He paused, drinking with restrained contempt. "Has proven more than capable of mainting that particular bureaucracy. His yearn for power is a matter of concern for me however, he has dramatically expanded the powers he was intended to hold. But my promise to him remains: When the time comes, he shall rule the Core"

Caelitus considered briefly, what the Grand Overseer would say of The High Regent. Serpentine tongues and poisoned wine, it was all so familiar to him. These meddling games of cloak and dagger, the razor's edge of temperance and turmoil. He despised it, in truth, though it was the very same composition he excelled at. Perhaps the Grand Overseer was truly the fool the others made him out to be: a man so blinded by his own ambitions he would fail to see the viper in his path before he stepped forth. The same venom he would have employed in his paranoia would bring him low, shattering him upon the very worlds he lusted to rule.

Yet, Caelitus knew full well the divinity that lay within paranoia.

He knew the strength that could be gleaned from raw ambition alone.

And the harvest to come from proper support.

Thus, he cast his cards in Sularen's favor, choosing to not choose at all when presented with the sides of that insidious conversation. He believed the Grand Overseer was at a crucial time in his ultimate development and knew well the rewards that awaited them all, should the man be given the time and nurture required to achieve his potential. With the New Imperials no doubt on their trail and the Galactic Alliance to come after, a man with graven perspective and broad ambition could sustain them through the hurricanes approaching their shores. He would endure on the sheer power of his desire alone, and he would sever his own spine to ensure those who stood to elevate his position could accomplish it. A man used to looking up would do much to change his view; it was the nature of humankind.

The Dark Lord wet his lips, savoring the dry burn of bitter smoke against his tongue, and responded via comlink thusly: <"Dearest Grand Overseer, at last,"> though he despised formality, it had its uses when handling certain personalities, <"No doubt we will be seeing reinforcements soon enough unless you and yours act swiftly. Destroy those I see scrambling upon the sands over our heads, ensure they crawl no longer. We shall not be bothered by interrupting pests whilst achieving our victory.">

The calm he hummed with betrayed the ring of inferno the New Sith Order had created for themselves, for their comfort was the tumult far beneath the ground where the Darkness could be nursed to revitalization and unleashed upon the dying rays of Light.​

 

[Allyson Locke]

//: Jakku Jedi Arcives //:
//: Assassination //:
//: Kyrel Ren //:

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She had been too late. The Corellian crawled through the rafters of the archive. Stopping, she realized the boy was dead and what was left of him was smeared on the floor. A hand covered her face as she suddenly felt sick to her stomach. It took a moment and several deep and quiet breaths to pass the urge to throw up. Out of all the Sith she had hunted, Kyrel was the sickest of them all. He indeed had sacrificed all that made him human for power. A chill ran down her spine as the dark side pulsed through the Force; she wasn’t the type to listen - but he screamed with torment.

Protected by the Force Cloak, Allyson did her best to draw her presence inward - but it seemed that wasn’t going to be enough. It was as if his predatory senses were better than her Force technique. It was as if he could smell the midiclorians in her blood, on her skin, radiating her connection to the Force through her abilities to dampen them. Her stomach twisted again, tying into knots. The Jedi knew how to fight Carnifex, Taeli Raaf, Maliphant, and many others she had come across. And yet, Kyrel strayed from them, throwing away that air of supremacy for animalistic tendencies.

Hearing him shuffle against the floor over the young boy’s body made her skin crawl. Only Carnifex had that effect on her, but even then - she knew somewhere there was humanity within the god-sith. Death hung heavy in the air; it was thick and uncomfortable. She had to stop him before he entered further before he fed on more padawans, knights, and whoever else decided to get into his way. Silently, she perched high above him with an arrow crafted purely with the light side of the Force. Taking aim, she released the string with minimal sound, and the Force Light constructed arrow cut through the air.

Its target, the jugular of the horrid consumer. Without hesitation, she strung another Force Light arrow and prepared to follow up, the first - in case it missed. Whatever Kyrel Ren had become after associating with the Maw, he needed to be slaughtered like a ravenous beast.

There was no redemption for monsters.
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[Gillan Eru]

"Hey, can you turn that off for me?" He stared at her for a moment. Did she really just give in? Well, that was easy. "Fine." He grumbled, trying to hide his relief with his angry expression. He walked past her, still staring somewhat cautiously at Jem, before turning his attention the shuttle's control systems. "Uhh, what did you want me to turn off agai-" Gillan yelped, eyes widened as he lost his balanced and fell into the shuttle's small cockpit. He immediately tried to get back up, but Jem was lightning fast, using her knee and weight to keep him pinned in the tight space.

Realising what she was doing made him surrender rather quickly.

"Force reprimand us…" He mumbled, slamming his fist down against the durasteel floor. He could still try to blame her after they had landed, but chances were he would be seen as her accomplice. And what was the punishment for stealing a shuttle? Expulsion? He didn't dare ask. "Jem. What did you do?"

Jem Fossk ​

 

[Zaavik Perl]

Revenge of the Sith
Jakku, Jedi Enclave
Ripley Kühn
STEAMBREATHER

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A repulsor-engine screamed in the distance. Dusty winds obscured his surroundings, their screeching song masked the engine's direction. Not good. He cursed again, quickly gathering what gear he'd dropped during his descent. Just as he plucked his saber out of the sand, a voice called to him through the sand-

"Hello there, are you alright?"

Hearing his native tongue unsettled him. Zaavik knew that voice somehow. The hair on his neck stood up. Recognizing was a bad sign, a very bad sign, he had to act before it became mutual. Quickly, he tucked his weapon away and threw the hood over his head. His eye remained locked on the floor, not allowing for a full inspection of his face.

"I'm fine. Just slipped," he replied, again in his first tongue. Disruptions in the sand where he'd tumbled were still evident despite the wind. Zaavik stole a glance the moment he sensed she was looking. Initially, it was hard to tell, but with what little he absorbed coupled with the voice- Ripley. Not good became potentially catastrophic. She knew him. When Zaavik was the Shadow of Knowledge, he was, ostensibly, her boss.

The told-you-so center of his brain reminded him how bad of an idea this had been.

Reorientation only took a moment once anxiety channeled to productive. "Thanks for your concern, but I have to get going." Zaavik snapped into a pivot toward the direction he had been headed before. If he was lucky, she wouldn't question him, and she'd remain none the wiser. Though, he knew how unlikely it was if luck failed him entirely. He hadn't sent her on all those assignments because things slipped her notice.

Fingers twitched in anticipation of freeing his weapon.

 

[Jared Starchaser]

The flow of the Force around this world was changing, going from Jedi heavy to Sith and then… it felt like it was evening out again. Maybe the world wasn’t all that lost. But there were younglings and other students here that they’d need to protect. Being a desert, it was pulling him away from some of his capabilities, but not all of them. The Hunter had a few tricks up his sleeve for these Sith.

As he was moving and speaking to Romi Jade he was hearing more communication, Zark San Tekka , Caltin Vanagor , and… his father? That one was minorly shocking, as he thought Coren had been working his efforts elsewhere, but a rescue of Jedi? Yeah, that felt like it was appropriate.

“Reading you Jade. Heading to do what I can to turn these foes away. Has to be Sith, no exact count but… yeah, its good you all are here.” He laughed shaking his head. Why did he need to laugh at this? Sith were just people, really, not mindless monsters. It made them less of a threat as they had to make thoughts, it wasn’t just mindless rampage. As he moved, he saw two younglings coming his way. That meant they were being chased… And it gave him an idea.

“You two, get towards the green room, was safe there, find a spot and hide.” Activating his comms he was trying to reach Caltin. “Master Vanagor? Starchaser… I have an idea. Making a move to you. Meet me at the entrance to the training wing. Hoping to bring some … friends.” He was falling into the Force, into a method his father made where you can keep a hook into the Force, all the while making younglings run, the sounds of fear.

Hoping to ensnare a Sith or two to follow the younglings.

Anyone for chasing sounds and younglings to get into a duel?

 

[Coren Starchaser]

As the first Scythe entered real space, and Coren made his grand entrance, support corvettes came in followed by a second Scythe. He didn’t have much in his control any more, many of the older Alliance, the Sullust Alliance vessels were finding themselves retired, working for Rim centric planetary militaries or on the side of several appropriate mercenary groups. More than their fair share found their way scattered to shadowports and the Underground.

Reports coming across the comms that a new group of TIEs were entering the fray. Spectacular. Coren Starchaser, aging as he was, was always a fighter pilot first and foremost. His own fighter was moved to the Spirit before he departed the Rim. The Gold Plated Rassilon fighter was a classic creation by Silk Enterprises and with its status and style of being modular, was worked on over the years by Coren to keep her in fighting shape.

“Porter. Prep the Rassilon, transfer aboard. And alert Storm Squadron.” Frenzy was formed of the remnants of the Tiburons and Wraiths, a grouping of fighter pilots who were aggressive as sharks. Pulling them from the Rim to this fight was a calculated risk, and may bring some of them into the New Alliance. “Admiral Ven, you have control.” The Jedi Master made his way down to the hangar, with haste, despite his calm town over the comms.

“Zark, Romi. I’ll try to join you on the surface soon. We have landers and some old Irregulars coming down to assist. But I’ve got some flies up here. Admiral Ven has control of my assets.” That name would mean something to Zark, he figured, but it wasn't something he was needing. He was entering the hangar and found his fighter, warmed up and gave a salute to his astromech. As the Jedi sat in the seat, he warmed up the weapons and launched from the hangar bay.

“Storm 1 is airborne. Report in and form up.” He was moving, targeting that closest fighters and making his move.

After a strafe of a flight of TIEs, he received confirmation from the 15 Storms in their X-Wings, including his long time wingman Cuan Kunn. Good. “Form up, we got something interesting coming.”

Marlon Sularen

Romi Jade Zark San Tekka

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Objective: Observe, Study, Intervene
Allies: No one at present
Enemies: No one at present
Nearby: Ishani Dinn Vaylin Darth Tennacus Darth Senthral
Equipment: Armor in signature, Lightsaber

Appearance

A whisper of mist solidified into her shape as she appeared near the turbolift, before the creatures unleashed by the Maw could advance much further. Brown eyes observed the creatures, taking in observations as quickly as she could. There was the obvious of course. Bladed tail, sharp claws and teeth. Gleaming chitin, strengthened through alchemy perhaps? A wound on one, not sure of the cause, perhaps a Jedi or facility guard that had died inflicting it, was bleeding and she could hear the sizzle of acid. Acidic blood, lovely. Aggressive stance, mind was filled with hunger, although with a degree of intelligence and a directive to kill. There was a deep-seated fear of something, flickering lights and heat and burning. Fire. And... she tilted her head.

Genetic memory and buried strands of DNA was tricky to parse through, but for a Master of alchemy and Art of the Small like her, it wasn't too difficult. Humanoid traces, possibly Human or Chiss. Parasitic reproductive cycle? Quite likely, and most likely tragic outcome for the host. And further into the chain... two strands of DNA that hadn't been adopted from the host, that was added into the initial structure for control. The creator and an apprentice, to avoid being attacked by their own monsters.

All in all, the Lady of Secrets was not terribly impressed.

Her observations took the space of a few heartbeats, and the creatures were confused for that moment by the sudden appearance of someone that had not been in their way a moment before. That time passed and, to a creature, they all seemed to decide that she was their next best meal or prey. No, they didn't quite realize that she wasn't down there with them. They were down here with her. She could sense the lingering presence of their creator, expanding his control over them. Through that, she sent a feeling of her own before the fight began.

'Once I'm done with these things, I'll be coming for you next."

 

[Dimitri Voltura]

ALLIES: In prox. Halketh | Darth Solipsis | Dakrul | Darth Mori | BOTM | NSO
ENEMIES: GA | SJC | Other Lightsiders
ENGAGING: Yenna
GEAR:

Spoiler

In Bio
3x Tu'kata (scattered now}

Oo~WAR LORD~oO​

The Hounds came soaring back in his direction like rag dolls.

Dark eyes were burning bright crimson as the Dragon lifted them to peer ahead into the corridor, the cardinal blade humming in his hand while throwing red-tinged shadows on the walls.

Stumbling into his line of vision was a very small and very.....drunk green little creature?

"Ah, chit." he grumbled. His memory flashed back many centuries to a Jedi Master of similar species. The hairs on the Sith Lord's arms were standing on end beneath his armour. Blood was rushing through his ears, drowning out her first words as flashes from the Clone Wars ran through this mind.

"Happy, you don't look. Help you, could I perhaps?"

The wrong-way-around sentence drew Dimitri from the depths of history.
"Little one, help would be the last thing I need right now." he answered, cocking his head sideways as the peculiar Jedi slid down the wall drunkenly.

"Your names, may I ask?"

This was frustrating. He came here to get rid of some of the centuries-old, pent up rage and now he had to come face to face with one of the most Force Sensitive species in the Galaxy, but probably the most drunk as well.
"I go by many names." Master. Dragon. Monster. Forsaker. Fallen. "But you can call me Dimitri." he answered. Her Presence was all confused through the alcohol, but that she was Ashla, there was no mistake.

Great. Another fast hopping little green monster.

"Not very friendly, your dogs are."

She struggled to her feet and the hairs in the back of Dimtri's neck stood on end.
"No, they are not. It is sort of the idea. Now," he fell into a dueling stance, drawing on the endless Darkness that was raging all around. "What name do you go by? I shall ensure it stays in the tomes of history along with the tales of the Demise of the Jedi this night." She may be drunk, but he knew enough of this species to know not to underestimate them like others among his allies would. He was wary.

And a wary dragon was dangerous.

 

[Vesta]

that b*tch​

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

Names. Identity.

She scoffed, as if the question she was posed had been some sort of affront on a personal level, and lifted her saber without an ounce of grace to clash against his. She hadn't expected too much, she'd crossed blades with the so-called sword of the Jedi and his overzealous friend on Bastion without giving either of the two an inch and doubted this stranger was going to offer her much more than the pair of them had together, but she had to give him some modicum of appreciation - at least he hadn't cursed her and promised to watch her bleed like the two, before, had.

At least, not yet.

"They call me Darth Mori." She offered, though she still remained as thoroughly disinterested as she had been when their spat had begun. Truth be told, though, he was providing her a much needed amount of time to see if there were others of interest that might make the eventual slaughter more entertaining on her end. She let her eyes wander away from the man, trusting in her own skill as an accomplished duelist to be able to split her attention, glancing towards Halketh at first and then taking inventory of the others that the rest of the Sith were engaged with. She was relaxed, distant even, but when she turned her gaze back on Starlin Rand her focus returned.

She shifted forwards, bending slightly at the knee as she slid a foot forwards, and unleashed a small telekinetic push from the tip of her foot to impede the man's ability to effectively deal with her - not that she seemed bothered by him at his full capacity, either. She pushed against his saber with her own with increasing force, and let her lips curl into a smile as the flesh that had been stripped away there was finally reformed. The upper portion of her face was still a mangled mess, but she didn't seem to mind, and offered him some additional words in return for his own attempt at conversation. "Didn't always though, used to go by a given name - Vesta, that is."

"Vesta Zambrano."

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Location: Jakku Enclave, Archive
Allies: BOTM
Enemies: Jedi, Allyson Locke


Kyrel tried to ignore the ravenous hunger for fresh blood that had consumed him. With every step a thought echoed in his mind. A single prevailing thought only continued to echo. 'Consume, devour destroy.' A thought that had shaken him to the core, filled him with such delight. It also proved to be a nuisance, for he couldn't feel his hunger sated. What he desired now was knowledge that only the Jedi possessed, on a mission of his own. The Padawan who unfortunately was at the wrong place, and the wrong time would only quench Kyrel's hunger for so long, and yet his senses demanded someone much stronger. Someone that radiated with the Force, and with his unholy senses no one could escape him. He kept trying to march deeper into the archives, and with each heavy step he only stopped. The hunger growing increasingly stronger, as if it all compelled him from his current objective.

As he stopped to compulsively search for who was radiating with such strong Force aura, he was soon attacked by an arrow. It was no ordinary arrow as it started to burn his putrid flesh. Soon as the arrow struck his neck, he let out an ear ripping screech. A screech that sounded more primal than Human. His hand slowly reached up, attempting to grasp the arrow as he tried to touch it, it burned his own fingers. The pain only furthered his rage, his hunger as he wrapped his hand around the arrow. The arrow made of the light only burned his flesh, a couple pieces falling to the floor as he ripped it tip and all from his throat. When releasing the arrow from his neck, a spurt of black fluid came out, the viral pathogen that had flooded Kyrel's veins, the fluid to corrupt and twist life itself.

In anger with the raw power of the darkness coursing through his veins, no matter how much the arrow would burn his flesh with a touch. He angrily grasped the arrow and snapped the arrow made of light into two. He looked around for who had shot him, where the arrow came from, and looked above him. With his undead sight he saw a figure, cloaked in darkness but a bow in her hand. His tortured stitched lips formed into a monstrous scowl. Memories of an old life attempted to decipher who it was that fired upon him. Recognizing the woman from a former life, but having no recollection immediately. All that filled him was rage, rage and hunger that screamed at him. Suddenly a voice came from his lips, one of animalistic quality, one that showed his pain and rage, one of pure terror and sick hunger. "YOU! BY HOOK OR BY CROOK I WILL DEVOUR YOU!"

His mismatched black and blue eyes had turned into a burning yellow. What followed next was a snap hiss from his signature Lightsaber. The crimson blade emerging once more with a crackle sound mixed in with the hum. Feeding the dark side to him, as he fed from it. His next actions were to draw out his attack from her high vantage point. Attempting to put her on even ground for a more direct confrontation, he launched his saber in her direction, the blade spinning like a boomerang as it attempted to draw her out in an opening strike. The blade moving forward in it's motion before it was recalled back to Kyrel's hand.

 

[Dagon Kaze]

BLACKEST NIGHT
THE GREAT ERROR vol. I
Issue #12

"Try to defend this with your lightsaber, darling!"

Huh?

Dagon's attention shifted a moment later after his instincts kicked in. The Force coalesced over his form in a protective layer blocking the scatter blast. He was alive but not without black spots scorching through places where he had removed pieces of the armor for added mobility. The pain burned through his sweat, leaving new scars on a body already overwhelmed with marks of battles.

The pushback sent his feet skidding deep into the sand before he released a powerful force push at her, "Don't think so." the Jedi called back, then launched himself with a leap at the crazed woman. The leap turned into a double jump at the last moment, throwing him over and behind her, followed by a horizontal slash to chop the weapon into half.​

Zark San Tekka
The Mongrel | Syrenno Maraan
ENGAGING: Keilara Kala'myr

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[Yenna]

Objective: Defend
Allies: Jedi pals
Enemies: Dark Side baddies
Engaging: Dimitri Voltura

While his tone was calm and formal, Yenna could feel the frustration and wariness that was steadily building up in the Sith. It would have been a confidence boost for her, were she not suspecting that he was far older than his appearance let on.

Thankfully he was kind enough to introduce himself. Not that she recognised him, she doubted that he was that important, but it was nice to know the names of the opponents she faced. ”Dimitri... a pleasant name, it is. Yenna, my name is. To meet you, it is a pleasure.” she spoke calmly and politely as she leaned against the wall and took another sip.

”Well Dimitri...” she trailed off with a drunken giggle as he readied for a fight. The Dark Side was strong with him, though there was no mistaking the sliver of light before him or the conservative force barrier that formed around her in preparation. ”Some help, you might need tonight.” she quipped. She had to do her late master proud somehow. She took another sip of the strong liquor before holding the bottle out towards him. ”A sip, would you like? Backwash, I do not thankfully. Like you need it, it feels.” she offered him with a friendly smile and golden eyes that kept an watch over every small movement from or around him.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

~So very loud, one can hardly hear themselves think.~

A Jedi stumbled to a stop, turning their head slightly to the left as the last vestiges of the voice, so clear and so concise, left their mind. It had come without any warning, the syllables slicing through their inner monologue like a lightsaber through a durasteel door. A throaty husky whisper, the Jedi had never heard anything like it in their life. The sheer surprise of it put a halt to everything they had been doing at the moment, their lightsaber resting in the hand that had pulled it free from its holster to defend the Enclave from the Maw attack.

"Hello?"

No reply, only the distant echoes of battle and the thump-thump of the blood in their ears. Perhaps it had been part of their imagination, a side-effect of the anxiety roiling through their body. Their muscles relaxed as they exhaled, releasing the pent-up tension that had developed since the phantom voice. Turning, they moved to continue and just by happenstance looked down at their feet.

Had... Had their shadow always been this long?

Wait...

The Jedi swiveled their head around, staring at the lighting equipment installed in the ceiling and walls. There was too much light to cast a shadow this big, let alone any shadow. And the shadow did not obey the physics of the cast light, it seemed to swallow any light that came near it.

The shadow raised its arm, even though the Jedi had not moved at all.

It seemed to reach out, the darkness yawning impossible wide as the Jedi's knees trembled and then surrendered to gravity. The Jedi fell, their vision fading, as a dark figure seemed to grow out from the shadow.

And the voice again cut through their fading thoughts.

~Cherish this moment, it is so much more vibrant than the darkness that awaits you.~

And existence rushed away from them, forevermore.

"Put the body on the table."

The Jedi's limp catatonic form was yanked backward by their arms, pulled up and onto the nearest structure that could support it. Spindly emaciated fingers moved delicately to undress the body, stripping away the earthen hued robes and the plain undergarments, tossing them aside as the bare flesh was exposed to the open air. Sweat had begun to accumulate, though from the heat or from fear was uncertain.

A hand, larger and robust than the ones that had come before, physically connected with the bare skin. Dark nails, sharpened to points, probed the body and traced invisible lines between the various focal points found across it; what some cultures would have considered chakra.

"This will do, the anima is strong."

Reaching out with their other hand, the figure extended one of their nails and cut a straight line across their palm. Blood, as dark as midnight, seeped out to drip onto the Jedi's body. From the moment a single drop made contact, it crept away from the point of impact and extended along the faint lines that had been drawn over the Jedi's skin. By the time the bleeding had come to an end, the Jedi's body was covered from head to toe in faint black lines that formed complex geometric shapes.

Then the lines disappeared and the body was redressed, every article of clothing returned to where it had been before. The shadows around the room slowly receded, leaving nothing behind except the faint smell of blood and an indistinct outline in the doorway.

After a few minutes of silence, the Jedi's eyes opened. They sat up on the table, swung their legs over the side, and hopped to their feet. Wordlessly they walked out of the room and disappeared into the Enclave.

 

[Starlin Rand]

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

Upon realizing that he was fighting a Darth, Starlin grinned. No wonder why she thought so highly of herself. Well, he was gonna rock this gal’s world, is what he was gonna do.

“Nice. My name’s Starlin Rand. Uh, Silver Jedi Knight Starlin Rand.” Hey, if she was gonna go around calling herself essentially Darth Death, he might as well use his full title too.

When she looked away, apparently underestimating him so much she found him boring, Starlin sought to take advantage of the distraction. He mingled his Niman with Ataru, becoming more aggressive in his strikes, but never to the point where he was simply whaling on her.

His reward for this was a telekinetic buffer emanating from her foot, trying to keep him from getting too far with his flurry of blows. When he did manage to actually land a strike, her blade grinded against his with the grating shriek of plasma against plasma.

Her added response to his question made him laugh.

“Oh man, are you one of those millions of Zambrano kids? That’s gotta be rough. Didn’t have much choice of what you could be in life either, I imagine.”

He willingly broke the lock between them, veering back. Then he lunged forward again, putting the bulk of his focus on resisting her telekinesis. Or so it seemed. Just when he entered striking range, he deactivated his blade in a Trakata feint and reactivated it somewhere (hopefully) much too close for comfort.

Or, y’know. Inside her body.

Not that he expected it would have much of an impact if he did manage to impale her, since she was standing there with half her face blown off and still fighting and chatting with him like nothing was wrong. Those wacky Sith, am I right?

 

[Romi Jade]

[Theme]​

To Dagon, "Roger that--Coming over the ridge now!" She voiced through the device.

She knew she was close--cannon bolts began to sweep across the dune--its deep thump-thumping in the sand an almost gentle counter-point to the crunch of her footpath. She stared down at the onslaught, fury in her eyes, and began her descent. Her steps were large and deep, a near gallop down a surface that molded itself to her frame.

The blonde unexpectedly dropped down into the thick of it, there she stopped dead. Distracted raiders, stationary and coiled through their formation, with their hands locked around the dual grips of their weapons in sync with the orders they were given. How many seconds, if any, had passed was unclear.

Snap-Hiss!

Romi thumbed her lightsaber to life, splashing a numbed red glow over the surface of the sand. She launched herself into a long, flying somersault with her saber flashing. Unbeknown to the first, he was hardening his jaw before he realized his arm and leg were severed clean from his hulking frame. The rest shrieked and rushed in to fight...

If one had to recall this sequence -- they'd describe it as sharp as a dream, a flash faster than the eye could follow. The scarlet beam of Romi Jade's blade seeming to come from everywhere at once.

Between surprise, and panic, a good chunk of this detail had likely shot each other.

Romi sprang into the open, propelling herself over tangled legs, and chunks of armor lined with charred ring around a finger-sized holes. The Maw forces raced into her sqaure, bringing their blaster rifles up to fire. She landed crouched, then sprang up within their guard, using only a single stroke to cut all four cultist in half.

She passed a hand before her face, sweeping stray locs as they fell.

Through her com, "I'm here."

The roaring fury of an underground explosion took her attention, the quake of the ground beneath her reinforced it. She could only assume...

But from behind her, A Sith -- his blade whirred through the air, with an intention of making contact...but, hers whirred faster. She advanced. And they briefly exchanged blows before her stray blow caught him off guard and she deftly moved inside his flailing arms, with a kick that took him in the side of the head. It was certainly not powerful enough to damage his armor, but a lot of kinetic force was transmitted through the helmet, rocking the man's head and forcing the wind from him. He staggered and fell backwards.

Unlike those fighting for blood around them, this one seemed as if he wanted desperately to live now. Romi could sense it radiating off him in waves. He scurried and crawled away from her until his dizziness took him back down, then he sank slowly into the sand.

Two steps - one - two - Jade hovered over him and held her weapon with the tip low and to her right. One upward swing and she could send his head rolling. "Where is he?" she beckoned in a hard breath. "Tell me ... where Solipsis is..."

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Darth Solipsis | Zark San Tekka | Dagon Kaze | Coren Starchaser | Jared Starchaser​