Become One With All Things
// SABER THREE // GROUNDED
// TAGS // Maynard Treicolt | Loske Treicolt | Tathra Khaeus | Weyland Castril | Romi Jade | Allyson Locke
// OBJECTIVE // PAY FOR THE SINS OF OTHER
// THEMATIC // Ruby
// EQUIPMENT // Blade of Ruusan // Aspis // Maynard's First Lightsaber // 'Top Gun' Leather Jacket
// TAGS // Maynard Treicolt | Loske Treicolt | Tathra Khaeus | Weyland Castril | Romi Jade | Allyson Locke
// OBJECTIVE // PAY FOR THE SINS OF OTHER
// THEMATIC // Ruby
// EQUIPMENT // Blade of Ruusan // Aspis // Maynard's First Lightsaber // 'Top Gun' Leather Jacket
As the two weapons pulled back, Ryv peered over the shield to the incoming elbow and once more raised it to cover his form. The impact lifted the smaller Kiffar from the floor and sent him through the air to the midway point between Weyland and the continued combat. Rather than rush back into the fray, he paused and watched his two closest friends reaching beyond the personal boundaries accepted by the Jedi Order. The dark side threatened to crash over them all as the battle raged, and the planet died. He couldn't blame either of them for riding the line so dangerously, but whereas Loske moved with some measure of caution, Maynard fell entirely into his hatred and rage. His emotions drove him with a passion not much different from the Sith or Bryn'adul, and it bled into the meld.
Between Loske's brush with the dark powers, Maynard's practical fall, and the evergrowing chaos, Ryv felt locked in place. Neither Romi, Weyland, or himself could even address the concern adequately with the titanic warrior beating down on each of them in turn. To top it all off, Allyson's ship went crashing towards the downed beast. His gaze flickered between the strike team one at a time in the hopes of finding some answer to each problem as they appeared en masse. Unsurprisingly, nothing came to his mind beyond retreating from the battlefield. It only made sense to call the order and withdraw, but the grip of the dark side was secure upon Maynard, while fear carried Weyland back into the fray over and over again, akin to the suicidal actions of the fallen Jedi Master.
"We have to go," Ryv muttered to himself, strengthening his resolve by putting the words out there. "Loske!" he looked to her as she landed beside him. "I'm calling the retreat. Even if we can overcome the titan, our starfighters are falling apart, and our window to escape is quickly shrinking. I need you to figure out if Allyson is okay while I work on Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb over here," he motioned towards Maynard and Weyland as they continued the fight. "Maynard's losing himself right now, and Weyland is acting on instinct alone. With Romi holding em down, I think we can make this work, but I need your help."
With that, the Jedi Knight turned from the ace pilot and rushed towards Maynard. Along the way, Ryv activated his commlink and mentally prepared to issue an order to Romi Jade. He hadn't spoken more than a word to the Jedi Master, which made the idea of commanding her all the more intimidating. Yet, the Order entrusted him with the title Sword of the Jedi. Ryv's experience fell short of the Jedi Master by dozens of battles. It wasn't his history on the battlefield or any sort of tactical genius that won him the role. His empathy and caution won the attention of the council.
"Master Jade," Ryv's voice came over the commlink. "I don't think sticking around is a good idea. I've already issued the order to Loske to retreat. I don't know your stance on our order, so I wouldn't tell you what to do with your life, but I do need your help. Maynard's fallen to the dark side, and Weyland is borderline suicidal. I need you to lock Tathra down while I get them out of here. Even if we kill him, our deaths at the hands of his hordes won't make it worth it. We're Jedi, we don't trade in lives," he paused momentarily, swallowing both his pride and contempt for the Silver Jedi Order. "Please help me save my friends."
Ryv watched Weyland summon the vibroblade and winced. Deciding between the Concordian Pilot or the formerly blind Jedi was practically impossible. Both Maynard and Weyland were more than his allies, but also his friends. Ryv laughed, cried, smiled, and now fought beside both of them. Each step he took towards one put him further from the other, potentially damning them to a gruesome death at the warlord's hands. With a deep breath, Ryv turned towards Mynard. Weyland's charge put him beyond his reach in that instant.
"Maynard, man, you're losing yourself!" Ryv took his friend's shoulder and attempted to tug him around to face one another. "We've gotta get the hell out of here, now!"
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