Candle in the Dark: GA Invasion of Lujo (Objective 3: Temple)

[Xevek Nekonis]

Location: En Route to the Library
Near By Allies: N/A
Near By Enemies: N/A
Targets: [member="Spencer Varanin"]


The moment when Xavka's meditation was broken was heralded with nothing more than the movement of his head as he raised it from its bowed position. Looking in the direction where he knew the Library of the Temple were located, Xavka's brows furrowed for a brief moment beneath his drawn cowl, the action lost within the shadows that obscured his face. After a few beats of the Zabrak's two hearts, his head was lowered once again as he sank back into meditation. However, this time he was meditation for a different purpose.

Previously, Xavka had been meditating on the future. He had been casting his mind out into the turbulent waves of the Force, letting the Dark slowly erode away at the tethers that bound his intangible form - his mind, to his physical form. All with the desire to lose himself within the Force, to cast his mind as deep as he could, in search of a vision of what was to come. And a vision had come. It was not clear nor precise, a mess of emotions, colours and thoughts than scenes, but it was enough that, when he focused, he could now identify the crescendo that was slowly raising into being within the Force, the herald of a fight.

Xavka's present pursuit within his meditation was not to glimpse the future. Instead, it was so apply the teaching of a Holocron he had learnt from only a few months prior to his arrival on Lujo. Slowly, Xavka's presence would begin to shrink within the Force, it grew quieter and more subdued becoming lost beneath the steadily growing crescendo that rolled through the Force as the time to fight came closer and closer. Xavka was utilising Quey'tek meditation to make his presence unseen in conjunction with the ability many knew as Force Camouflage, which Xavka was using to bury his Presence within the Force, so that any who did break through the Quey'tek would have to focus on digging deeper, searching for a muted Presence, to find him.

Despite the time that Xavka had devoted to both Quey'tek meditation and Force Camouflage, he was still sat with his knees folded beneath him, his head bowed and his cloak settled around him when an explosion echoed throughout the corridors of the Temple, preceding the strong Presences that appeared within the Force. He stayed in his position while the walls of the Temple were breached, his muscles tense and coiled. Despite his desire to leap into action, to confront the assault head on, Xavka knew that unless he wished to die, he would have to plan and manipulate his way to victory. Every enemy he was sensing held a strength within the Force that Xavka could not hope to match at his current level, to attack without thought would of been to essentially seek suicide.

Finally, as two figures Xavka only vaguely recognized as Sage Bane and Darth Vulkan, due to his lack of interaction with both, proceeded through the Training Grounds towards the Library, Xavka moved. In a graceful movement achieved through training, Xavka straightened to his full height of over six feet. Moving on bared feet, nearly entirely silent apart from the odd scratch that occurred when his sharpened claws dragged along the stone flooring, Xavka moved at a steady gait towards the library.

From within the shadows that swarmed his face, cast by the hood he wore, a single malicious, orange light broke through the darkness on the left side of his face. The darkly gleeful light was caused by the illumination of Xavka's single eye as the Dark settled within his body, raising to the surface of his skin, eager to be used to caused blood shed. Hidden within the shadows, a feral smirk had grown on Xavka's lips, formed from the dark glee of bloodlust as Xavka began to anticipate the fight ahead of him.

 

[Caulder Dune]

Objective: Prepare to Enforce the "No Pets" Policy
Location: Hallway Outside the Library
Enemies: [member="Aela Talith"] | The Drexl | To Whom It May Concern
Allies: [member="Dak Canton"] | [member="Greta Kohler"]

Adekos jammed the gauntlet onto his forearm. The interlocking grey-black plates, capped with blood red gems and chased with gold, fit snugly. These days Adekos carried the Gauntlet with him out of pure force of habit. Most times he didn't actually expect he would need to use it. He hadn't expected he would need to use it today, either, but here he was... Needing it something fierce. Canton's presence was much more topical. Adekos had a member of the Legion of Yun'do chained up in the laboratories that needed to be transferred off-world. Most times he would just use droids, but that would only encourage the creature to resist even more than usual. Not that they would get the chance to do so anyway, since the New Jedi of the aptly named New Jedi Order had decided this was the time to attack. New Jedi and some unaffiliated Dark Siders. The Umbaran could vaguely detect them, serving to make him just a bit more nervous.

Per his instructions given to the Spider Droids, the Vong had likely already been euthanized. Adekos detested successful breakouts, incidental or not.

"Just once, Mr. Canton, I'd like to visit the local library without it being, you know, attacked." The roars of some unknown beast filtered down the hallway, coupled with the screams of several adepts, the sounds of people swinging lightsabers in vain. How stressful. "Or stolen from me. Just once. I don't think I ask for very much, do I?"

There wasn't enough time in the day for him to complain about that and what was going on presently. Adekos checked his other wrist, more specifically the wrist blaster affixed to it, as well as the lightsaber clipped to his belt. He was sparse for gear at the moment. Not that he needed very much when he had the Gauntlet on his person. Again, the roaring could be heard. More crashing and dismembering of books and shelves. Oh, the atrocities these people committed against knowledge itself! Either something had broken out of the laboratories or one of the murky Dark Siders attacking had brought something with him. In any event, Adekos fully intended to kill it.

The Sithling adjusted the gauntlet one more time, making sure it was on correctly. He certainly didn't want anyone trying to rip it off of him. "Are you ready?"

 

[Marcus Tritum]

Objective: Get Paid
Location: Hallway Outside the Library
Enemies: [member="Aela Talith"] | Bat Thing
Allies: [member="Darth Adekos"] | [member="Greta Kohler"]
Equipment:

Spoiler

Rifle: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/15143-cz-836-assault-rifle/
Rifle: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/15208-bti-hhcr-hyperion-rifle/
Sidearm: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/31944-lazy-eye-edition-merr-sonn-power-5/
Armor: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/46073-basic-butch-armor/
Gunbelt: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/31122-ael-summer-line-bodo-baas-gunbelt/
Knife: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/18712-seydakin/
Taozin Amulet
2 Flashbangs

It had been a hot minute since Kashyyyk, when Dak and Adekos had grappled high up in the wroshyr trees. Things changed. People changed. Sides changed. But war? Nah. War stayed pretty much the same.

Another outing with the devil. By now, Dak probably should have learned his lesson, but he'd worked for too many governments to think the galaxy was divided nicely between bad guys and good guys. See, once upon a time Dak had fought for the Lords of the Fringe. That was pretty cut and dry. If it was fugly, beastial, and slaughtered people without a whim, then the Fringe killed it. Monster hunting, a simpler life. But now the Fringe was a defunct state. So he'd traded over to the Sith. Coruscant had been a bloodbath. Never again, he'd said. So what did he do? Go and help the Jedi, obviously. But then the Jedi had started sinking cities.

In the end, he'd settled in a corporate grey zone. Tion Hegemony had a number of interests. One of them was preserving trade and order. And that sounded pretty good to Dak.

Clad in what appeared to be well-used stormtrooper armor, the sometimes bodyguard sometimes merc did a quick weapons check. In his hands he carried the company-formerly-known-as-Czerka's 836 assault rifle. A BTI-Hyperion lay slung across his back, just in case anything big and armored showed up. A Merr-Sonn power 5 sidearm sat snugly in its holster on his right thigh. A big ass knife rounded out the weapons complement. He checked the ammo. Seven mags, eighth in the assault rifle.

Dak ejected the magazine and eyed the slugs. 5.56mm VENOM rounds. He jammed it back in and flicked the safety off.

"I'm good. Let's roll."

Rifle at the low ready, Dak moved down the hall. An audible racket came from the library, and odd clicking sounds. He rounded the corner, coming into the library, only to be greeted by the sight of a monstrous bat-thing. Leathery wings lay folded on its back as it knocked over bookshelves and generally made a mess. Fugly didn't begin to describe it.

"The hell is that?"

Canton raised his rifle and sent a three round burst of acid-filled slugs at the creature's center of mass. The corrosive compound could eat through durasteel at a rate of 2.5 millimeters a second. He macabrely wondered what it would do to this creature's flesh.

 

[Mother Askani]

Location: Library
Enemies: [member="Sage Bane"] | [member="Darth Vulkan"] | [member="Rookie"] |
Gear: Voice of the Force , lightsaber

A very quick backwards spin to her left allowed her to perform a astonishgly fast strike to the right leg of a spider droid just in front of her, and unaware that she had stolen up on the machine. With its leg gone it fell into a unbalancing sequence of steps before tilting over towards it left when the weight shifted. However her sequence of moves weren't complete, and exactly right after her initial attack she spun back around and allow the droid to fall on her saber and thus towards the ground rendering it no more.

However she heard the sound of wood snapping, and as she looked forward the world became dark starting from above. She turned around, as she was on of a few who were caught in this web. She was with two other Ke'dem dark jedi, one being shot down not too long before this attack was initiated. She and her associate grouped together and forced their hands up using the Force to stop what they could from collapsing on them. However, the shelves still gave in certain areas causing a mess; new terrain. However such a display wasn't much of a strain on her reserves. She was a master level consular, known for her cunning and creative usage of basic abilities, she had already activated an ability earlier on to assist in the breach; Force Channel the first of many. Between them both was more than enough strength to throw the debris they held up to the side, with relative ease.

While saving herself from being crushed to death, of course she was momentarily distracted. Her back was turned, and while she couldn't sense her newest opponent by means of the Force, she still would discover his presence by means of her Montrals; her passive echolocation. However, she didn't expect him to be as fast as he was. Her pitch black pupils slid towards the left to rest in the corner of her eyes as she looked behind her sightly. She only had an extra second of reaction time, as she was never known to be sluggish in her movements, she turned with her left leg bending at the knee and her right sliding towards the right and outwards she knelt down to avoid his opening attack. From behind, she heard the grunt of the dark jedi who had apparently took the hit that was intended for her; he wasn't quick enough.

She looked on, just about a meter and a half from her was her adversary. She'd never encountered an opponent like that before, with extra limbs. Though she was distracted with everything else that she failed to notice the amber like object approaching her legs. She had encountered such weapons before, she reacted the best way she could in that time; bracing herself. She used her bent left leg to catapault herself into the air with the intention of jumping away, but she knew she wouldn't be able to escape the explosive force by just those means. What she did was erect a barrier at the very last minute that would shatter and dissolve once it came into contact with the kinetic force; she couldn't avoid it but cushion and protect were likely variables.

She took that head on and slid backwards, even when she came into contact with the ground, into a wall. She stood upright, with a very irritating expression on her face. She looked down and saw what remained of the spider droid she struck down earlier, she took a large section of it into her left hand. She began to pump energy into it while it go to be imbued with the Force; essentially what she had was a makeshift shield more durable than it would appear. With that she launched herself into the heat, cutting through smoke. She knew he had reach over her, most combatants with such an advantage would struggle in an up close confrontation. Really she woud have to see what he was about, so she took that risk to learn more about him. The terrain change actually complimented her acrobatic fighting style, though she desired to maintain her energy instead of going all the way out. She leapt over a pile of debris, gaining ground rather quickly.

She knew he wouldn't willing allow her to get close to him, so she expected him to retaliate. However, a potential attack would approached from below, her shield held close and an astonishgly swift and precise strike leaving a purple smear through the air in an arc that struck at his lower left.

 

[Sinistra]

Location: Some southern hole in the wall.
Allies: [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Iziz"]
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Chevu Visz"]

The HUD in her mask caught both displays, the one from her and the one from him, with equal timing and she had readied herself with a barrier to stop both attacks, considering she could only assume the green one had lobbed a force attack. She could see at least today, there was nothing relaxed or loose in the way the pair of them advanced. This was a fight, well and truly one unlike their spar on Ord Vaug. This was for keeps.

Carach caught the force attack sent to Sinistra from the green one, allowing her to focus on engaging the man on her own. Silver met orange in a screech, the the singing light from their sabers illuminating the room around them, the debris of the explosion, and granting a deeper, angrier shade of copper on the pieces of her armor. She bent forward, low and to her left to meet his saber coming at her left leg, her focus on the scruffy looking man in front of her. His strike was blocked, and as it was batted away, two fingers on her right hand uncurled to guide a hard push at his chest.

The velvety rich voice of Carach however floated over the loud thrum of the crossed blades, and she croaked at him through the vocoder.

"Then go meet Ashin."

There was something hard in her tones, Carach knew the sound of her voice without the metallic rasp of anonymity. He would know the annoyance in her, know the determination in it. Know that if this wasn't where he wanted to be, then he could find the door. She sought this fight out. She sought this opponent out. This was her choice.

 

[Vexen]

Location: Library East Wall
Allies: Family [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Maleah Talith"] [member="Micah Talith"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Adekos"]

Upon reflection, Vexen decided washing the Nexu was hardly going to help if it had a delicate stomach in times of peril. Best not to be behind it, she told herself. She slunk through the shadows, keeping close to the circular pillars that housed books, databanks and artefacts. With a look to Micah she scrambled up the nearest with a leather bag under her arm. At the top she pulled out a small metal disk and pulled out a transparent length of security tape. She delicately pressed a button on the top, before turning and launching herself into the air. With the Force gathered around her she soared to the top of the next pillar.

The fur of the Defel absorbed all light so she appeared little more than a shadow flitting through the darkness. Her goggles masked her Force signature as well, making her nigh on impossible to discern. Vexen landed on all fours at the top of the next set of shelves right as the thermite charge set off. Suddenly this part of the library was bathed in a hot, white glow. Vexen flattened herself down to the top of the shelves. Whilst some of the computers might have survived being toppled by the Drexl, the thermite burned through the entire stack of servers in a fraction of a second. Nothing would be recovered from those data disks.

The light threw up a long shadow ahead of her. A figure yanked down on a gauntlet that caught the light and reflected it with a bronze sheen.

[SIZE=12pt]"Are you ready?"[/SIZE]

Micah, there!

There was a barely audible click as Vexen fired her dart gun, unaware that the gauntlet would likely disintegrate the round in mid-flight.

 

[Khallesh]

Location: Vaults
Allies: Revonge!
Enemies: [member="Darth Adekos"]

Down in the darkest recesses of the vaults the sounds from high above came down as muffled thuds. Instead the only noise was the constant rhythm of water droplets hitting the ground accompanied by the occasional rattle of metal shackles as they caught in a breeze.

The Spider droid's feet clicked against the duracrete slabs. Slowly its multifaceted sensors turned to the wall where the prisoner should have been. It paused as its programming processed this scenario. It triple checked its orders. Prisoner X371-Y was here and to be executed. Dark obsidian lines marred the lines where Yuuzhan Vong blood had flown freely. Several messaged were exchanged with other droids and systems to query this turn of events. It turned its head at a new noise, barely registering the sight of the threat before the Fighting Claw slammed through its outer casing and processing unit.

Khallesh ripped the chitinous blade free, her lips contorted in a vicious snarl. Turning to the entrance she stalked through the open door. Her feet made wet slapping sounds as she went and she left behind dark shadows of footprints behind her. Much of her torso was coated in her own blood.

A guard barely even noticed her approach. As weak as she was from whatever the vile creature had been doing to her, her anger spurred her on. The human’s arms were batted aside and she throttled the life from him. She slowly lowered the body down onto the ground and passed her eyes over its clothing. The chest plate looked solid enough. After a moment of deliberation she decided that the infidel clothing whilst quite disdainful would both keep her protected and make her a less obvious sight. She still ripped the wiring out of the helmet before putting it on. Plates of metal, fabric and plastic were one thing; wearing infidel technology was quite another.

As she stepped away she almost lost her footing. Khallesh Val had none of her weapons save those that she had been biologically augmented with. She was exhausted and bleeding profusely. Standing was a difficult task that required all her willpower.

None of these would prevent her inexorable march towards vengeance.

 

[Chevu Visz]

Location: South Wall
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Veino Garn"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Sinistra"] [member="Iziz"]
Chevu's Gear: Chevu's Armor, The Forlorn Hope, The Nub Amulet, Cryo-ban Rifle, Zeison Sha Discblades

Appearing almost like a ghost, another Sith Lord arose to stop Chevu’s Force bomb from hitting its target. With reflexes singing, she let the gravel fall from her fingers, and spread her arms wide, launching a Protection bubble around herself. Slabs of duracrete and debris smashed against the glowing blue sphere and crumbled to the ground. Through the veil of the Force, the green alien girl curiously studied the new arrival, her head cocked, eyes narrowed into slits. Although his face was hidden, mask gleaming through the settling dust, his posture spoke of pompousness and bluster. A name tumbled from his lips. Varanin. Perhaps that was a name that she could use here on Lujo. Exploit even. Either way, she was now brimming with curiosity about finding out this person's identity.

She’d muse about it later. For now, the Knight had a second attacker to deal with. The savage creature announced his malicious presence by shimmering out of stealth to attack her from behind. However, her Protection bubble was still holding steadfast around her, and his dual blades found only an impenetrable shield of the lightside.

A moment after she felt the impact, Chevu dropped the bubble and whirled to face the creature, her hands falling to her gear belt. Growling, she flung two Force imbued discblades at her new opponent, one from each hand. The razor sharp blades, the very ones used by the Zeison Sha, were aimed at either arm. Her hope was to at least disarm the Sith of his blades, if not sever his limbs altogether.

There was a sickening sound of lightsabers igniting nearby. Coren was engaging with the female Sith. “I don’t want you losing focus on the battlefield,” the pilot had once told her. The Mirialan and the Corellian’s relationship was a weakness that the enemy could exploit. As a way to compartmentalize, Chevu tried to convince herself Starchaser was just another soldier in the field, but as sparks flew in her periphery, signalling clashing blades, she was painstakingly aware that she was playing pretend.

 

[Catalys Maijora]

The Vaults

Catalys and his three men continued into the catacombs, the eerie sense of watchful eyes weighed down upon their backs. It was almost as if the dead themselves were trying to crawl into their bodies, and claim once more a life in mortal flesh. Of course, such feelings were often a side effect of being near artifacts of the Dark Side for too long. Despite having no strong connection to the force himself, Catalys sensed himself becoming entangled.

"Pay attention to your surroundings," the Umbaran ordered; his voice almost a whisper. The soldiers activated the flashlights on their rifles, using the source of light to guide them as it wasn't dark enough to justify night vision.

If it wasn't for his upbringing, the agent may have once mistaken the relics hidden within the vaults as treasures. His decades of training, however, have prepared him with the knowledge that they're far more than that... The danger of the Dark Side is not that it is so corrupting, but that it was so enlightening. A disciplined individual could harness its power without succumbing to the drawbacks; he's seen it before.

Anyone else who ventured into the catacombs would certainly feel the power growing around them. Those presences were awakening, and they would no longer remain silent.

 

[Micah Talith]

Location: Library East Wall
Allies: Family, [member="Maleah Talith"] | [member="Vexen"] | @Micah Talith
Enemies: The Darkside [member="Darth Adekos"]
Gear list in spoiler sig

If there was one thing Vex and Micah had to their advantage, was their current stealth ability. When the welcoming party came in, both the Defel and he would move as one. Vex was best suited to take pot shots from the shadows, while Micah would do his best to come in fast and close.

Mara had the tendency of calling him a Trinket Queen. He took it as a source of pride really, with all the good humor and mischievous devilry included. The combination of his Taozin leather lined warden cloak and the Jal shey imbuement of his camouflage armor drew him past the door down the hall.

The one Vex pointed out through their comm came up clearly. He had a rather obnoxious bejeweled gauntlet, one that if Micah had the time to properly study, would have told him exactly what they were dealing with. Unfortunately for them, this particular Sith was as likely to give them the supplier of his alchemized botanical shampoo and conditioner as he was to let anyone study his gauntlet.

But that didn't mean that this wouldn't be interesting.

It would be much like Micah's own little childish trick as the man attempted to secure the gauntlet one last time, to reach out with telekinesis while the Sith was unaware, and attempt to pull it off in one great mental tug.

He thought it would be hilarious.

 

[Aela Talith]

Location: Library East Wall
Allies: Mr. Drexl
Enemies: [member="Greta Kohler"] | [member="Dak Canton"]

The Drexl roared, it's maw opening as the three bullets found their way to the edge of it's wings, the great reptavian having turned just in time to avoid taking the shot's directly to the chest.

Aela swung around, looking at her Drexl with fear in it's eyes. He let out a great resounding growl, it's maw snapping forward to consume the acolyte that had attacked it. Aela winced slightly, though did not recall the great best. She saw the flare of green at it's wings, sensed the pain in it's form as the acid began to eat away at it's great wings. Aela scowled, her hand reaching out towards those that had engaged her friend, fingers curling to wrench them away.

The men went flying, soaring onto the ground and landing with consecutive loud thuds. Aela turned to her drexl, her lips parting. "Go!"

The beast roared, shouting it's protest before Aela pricked the reptavian with the force. It seemed to howl once more, then bare it's wings. For a second it's muscles flexed, and then the Drexl jumped into the air. It took but a single beat of it's wings and a lash of it's claw to break through the ceiling of the Sith Temple, smashing through the stone architecture to allow the creature to escape and pull away. The Jedi Marshal watched her pet for a moment before quickly turning her attention to [member="Dak Canton"].

Her hand lashed out, fingers curling as a telekinetic grip would seize the barrel would his weapon and hopefully crush it

 

[Rookie]

[LIBRARY]
[ENGAGED ENEMIES] [ [member="Sochi Ru"] ]

As expected, Yun's strike was met with a series of deft acrobatics. The powerful limb swung over the Togruta's head, colliding with the side of another nearby foe, snapping the bones in his shoulder and bicep, sending him off his feet towards a section of wooden shelving to his right. The living missile was perhaps more effective but his opponent was quick, pushing herself backwards along the ground to avoid the explosion. Yun noticed the fire and smoke part as it hit against the rigid shell of the Force she used to shield herself. With a grimace, the Vong watched her carefully as she equipped herself with the remains of a nearby Imperial droid. From the brief encounter, Yun came to several conclusions: She was fast, quick with the Force and resourceful. All the more reason to stop her advance.

Around the pair, the library looked worse for wear. The studious acolytes and scarce imperial guards looked to be no match for the elite dark jedi which permeated the temple. Reinforcements would arrive soon and push them back, but sneak attacks often levied an initial surge in momentum. It seemed people of all kinds converged on the library, a popular location it seemed. He wondered whether these simultaneous attacks had multiple sides working together to eradicate the Sith or whether it was sheer coincidence -perhaps fate?- that this was all taking place at once. Yun supposed, if there were multiple sides to this engagement, that they would abide by the 'enemy of my enemy' philosophy, one popular among cowards.

Propelling herself from the wall, the dark jedi charged Yun's position head on. Through the dissipating smoke, her form was partially obscured, but the shimmering blade she held was a dead giveaway. He watched her lightsaber closely, the sword cutting a streak of magenta lightning in her wake as she closed in. Hoping to catch her off guard, the Vong ran forward to meet her somewhere between their positions. Chitin pulsed at his back, the armor still synchronizing itself with the Vong's neural pathways, slowly but surely, and he was able to awaken the second set of limbs. For now, they remained rigid, unchanging as not to give away any more information that necessary to the Togruta. When the two came close, the right limb of Yun's armor shot forward to pass the dark jedi to her left and nestle itself in the ground. The limb pulled, summoning its might to pull Yun's body around her left hand side, swinging him in the opposite direction of her strike and effectively reversing their positions along a straight line. The saber sparked, making glancing contact with the Vong's abdomen, leaving a swiftly dimming amber smear on the otherwise black carapace. The Togruta would find her saber resisted heavily by the crab shell plating, the skimming blow scratching just the surface of the chitin.

Letting his body follow with the armor, Yun's feet lifted from the ground. The errant limb dislodged itself from the floor and the Shaper spun once in the air, awakening the lower pair of legs and extending the two on his left side. By the time he spun half way, the legs would have extended, forming rigid clubs screaming through the air towards where the woman's back had been facing during her charge. The limbs aimed high and low, the bottom arm set course for the middle portion of her thighs and the top for her shoulders. The strike, swift though it was, relied more on the momentum of his spin than the armor's own strength, these blows not enough to simply shatter her bones but rather bruise her, rattle her body and send her tumbling towards where the Vong himself had entered the library from. The wide arc of the tandem swings which swept away from his body and the large area they covered was designed more for distance and disengage than real damage. As long as Yun could continue to play matador to the headstrong Togruta he would buy time for reinforcements to arrive. Regardless of connecting with her body, Yun would complete his spin and land with his right knee pressed firmly on the floor, left nestled against his chest in a low kneeling position. The two limbs which aimed for her back would flourish to his left side and crook, bending down in the middle with their points facing towards the door.

The mobility afforded by a living armor capable of supporting both its weight and his proved to have countless benefits. So far, the Variant was performing exceptionally, but Yun wanted to push this prototype to its limits, even if it meant destroying it. The Shaper never hesitated to cull the weak, after all.

 

[Iziz]

Location: Vault, heading to South Wall.
Objective: Assassinate Opponents
Allies: [member="Sinistra"]
Enemies: [member="Chevu Visz"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"]

Iziz had charged from behind, the bubble of the woman shielding him from the blast, his light-sabers catching on the round blue spherical orb of protection which had been erected around the Jedi knight, pulsing with power Iziz some-what marveled at its power, it was an ability which was not often seen within the ranks of the Sith, and not one he had come across in person. The power of the light was to be respected, though it was far from being feared. A shield does not win a fight, it merely prolongs it. Each of the light-saber clashes which slammed into the field would send ripples across the surface of the bubble, the Jawa skidding past for a moment and thinking how best he would be able to counter that attack a second time were it to be used... A force grip would emanate from within the bubble, and also the bubble did not necessarily keep her position fixed in space, so the ground she stood upon could also be manipulated...

Good plan little one, you're getting better... but don't allow her to recover.

His opponent would reach to her belt and with precision and force she would hurl two projectiles in his direction, the razor sharp discs seemed oddly familiar, but with little force power flowing through them, neither of them would be able to stand up to the cutting potential of his light-sabers. Each of the weapons were aimed for his arms in a standing position, so, the Jawa dropped down into a low stance, the angles of the weapons would be on a downward gradiant as Iziz would charge his opponent head-first a second time, meeting the flying weapons as they would be soaring a good foot over his shoulders, each of his blades crossed over his chest in a scissor like position as he would bring them each down for the discs, intending to hew the two primitive weapons in twine with the brilliant plasmic blades of his own like trimming durasteel. Each of them buzzing like a swarm of a thousand hornets.

Push on, to the target, leave nothing behind.

The Jawa would not slow down, intercepting her weapons would be but the first of his actions, whether they would move out of the way of his strikes or not, his force speed would have him rocket by and under the blades before they would have the opportunity to route and claim their target in any form. In but a fleeting moment Iziz would be on top of the Jedi again, his arms moving like lightning as he would attempt another speeding pass at her left hand side, striking out with one of his sabers which trailed behind him. But from there, his attack strategy would change, the force would flow down his lightsabers as he would take the first step past his opponent, an air, a presence, a power flowing through them before, like a spontaneous force sparking to light, lightning would coil down each of the blades, extending their range and jumping wildly to every conductor within range as Iziz would turn for her blind-spot and open with a typhoon of withering saber strikes.

The strikes would be low to the ground as the Jawa would advance with the lethal flurry, advancing with every step he was able to make should he be able to get this far, the pale blue lightning string enough to scorch the earth and blast stone... If the woman used steel weapons rather than the electromagnetic charge of a light-saber to channel the strikes, she would find the electricity flowing through the semi-conductor and herself. Not to mention the stray bolts which would prove to be a hazard on their own.

There was a plan... a scheme, he needed to push her harder...
Something lay in wait for his opponent, hidden from sight and tightly wound around his waist ...
This much use of the force would not be able to be sustained, maybe for a couple of rounds.
Hopefully it would end by then.

Hopefully...

 

[Allyson Locke]

Location: Library
Allies: Alliance Folk
Enemies: The Sithlings
Targets: [member="Xavka Duquo"]
Gear: Armor, Lightsaber, Bag of Candies (peanut butter & Chocolate), Bag of Kewafi Flower seeds

The area was alive with movement and the Force. She could feel Ashin at a distance, but the woman seemed to be occupied with her agenda. Spencer knew she shouldn’t worry, but there was just something that she couldn’t help. Shrugging it off she focused her mind and kept it aware of her surroundings. There were several auras of the darkside searching out and she knew if they caught wind of anything - more would just show up. There was a feeling in the back of her mind and as quickly as she felt it - her mind shut like a steel trap. Frowning, there was another using the Force to feel out for others. She didn’t know who it was, but [member="Sage Bane"] would soon feel through the Force Spencer’s own feelers mentally searching to lock on to whoever it was that searched out for her. If she found her target a mild headache would start to form - though knowing most mentalist - they had the defense to block out anything that wasn’t heavily focused on.

Spencer had larger fish to fry, mostly the artifacts that lingered in the library. A couple of guards now stood in the doorway where she was headed. Frowning, she inhaled deeply and once again took over their minds. This time, they pointed their blasters at each other and opened fire. Armor smoking and their bodies slumped on the ground she began to move again. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a small piece of chocolate. Popping it into her mouth she savored the rich peanut butter filled candy and slipped through the door like a proper lady. With her knapsack close to her she admired the organization of the library.

A grin and sticky fingers, Spencer began to search - shoving whatever caught her attention into her bag. She felt it, she felt all of them moving - but for the time being she felt somewhat safe. Her mind aware of her surrounding still - Spencer waited for someone to stop her.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Location: Wall
Allies: [member="Chevu Visz"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Canal"] @Alliance
Enemies: Sith [member="Sinistra"] [member="Iziz"]

Ever read Old Yeller? Yeah, that was what this was all about. The One Sith were being a rabid group that just needed to be put down. And Coren Starchaser was the shotgun. And the thing with this pilot, he wasn’t going to waste the time telling Yeller he was a good dog, nor was he going to waste the time by taking him out behind the barn to take the shot to the head. Nope, Coren would do it with the highest caliber weapon right in the front yard.

Probably when a school bus of adolescents were going by.

With the passing of the shrapnel, the pilot was ready again. The woman was approaching, and the pygmy lizard in the hood was attacking his apprentice. Chevu was a powerful Force user in her own right, she’d make short work. He knew there were others on the battlefield, but right now one posed a threat.

He wasn’t going to waste anyone’s time here. Moving quickly to the Sith he was responding in kind to her block. But when she was throwing the Force at him, it hit him fully. Being flung back, he worked to right himself as he extinguished his blade. Catching the ground on two feet and one hand, he slid back before pulling the Force to him again. That was not going to happen again.

Instead of running at her, he casually made his approach, no words being spoken, but his orange blade coming in at her torso again was all he needed to say. Strikes from Coren would be coming in, unrefined, no real set of training, just the war, lightsaber swings, and his need to end this battle. The current swing would be coming on down to her shoulder. The Force wrapping around Coren, ready to react.

 

[Komo]

Location: Library
Objective: Surviving
Allies: [member="Dak Canton"]
Enemies: [member="Aela Talith"]

Greta's words were left ignored as the Jedi found herself having more pressing matters to attend to. A individual dressed in a garb similar to that of a stormtrooper appeared out of nowhere, sending bursts of slugs towards the hideously engaged winged creature. Since he was attacking the beast, it would mean that he was on her side. The trooper was no Sith, but he'll do, as at this point, she'll take anything that she can get. The Sith knight had wanted to begin with talking, to hopefully understand more of her opponent before the violence started. But in times of war, battle is often chaotic and the odds of either side can shift to-and-fro within a short period of time.

Nothing was for certain, until a clear resolution could be seen. Perhaps Greta was simply foolish in thinking that she was alone here to begin with. Perhaps, not. After all, she had been so engrossed in her reading earlier on, and with the library being as vast as it is, there could be plenty of people in it and yet still feel somewhat empty.

The Sith watched as the winged beast roared in primal rage, it's fanged maw opening wide to let loose yet another roar as it continued fighting and fending off the assaults made on its body. One of the acolyte wasn't so lucky, and its poor unfortunate life was ended in an instant as the fanged maw snapped away at the upper half of the acolyte's torso ripping him into half. To their credit, the rest of the guards continued fighting with fervour, undeterred by the sudden and violent loss of their comrade.

The Jedi must have seen the damage caused to her creature and must have known that the latest wounds it had suffered had taken a toil on it and gave a new order for the beast to leave. Despite its initial reluctance, Greta saw the hideous winged monster for the last time as it leapt into the air, punching a hole in the ceiling of the temple, sending huge chunks of debris falling down upon them.

Several of the guards were taken aback by the sudden change of events, and was unable to get to safety before getting crushed by the falling debris. The remaining guards fled, now that their numbers had thinned considerably, leaving just the Sith knight and the individual clad in the stormtrooper facing the Jedi in battle. Looks like it had come to this after all. The choice had been made for her.

 

[Sage Bane]

Location: Library, Southwestern end
Allies: [member="Darth Vulkan"]
Enemies: [member="Ashin Varanin"] [member="Sochi Ru"]
Sage's Gear: Dark Armor, Lightsaber, Sessile Trio-staff, The Blade of the Satvas

The Southwestern most doors hissed open, and Sage stood shadowed in the doorway for a moment, his Force presence still concealed. The library was an absolute mess. Holovids and texts lay in piles where shelves had been toppled. The Sith Lord dropped his gaze to the floor, where a shelf lay in his path. And it was on fire. Great. With a handwave, Sage shoved the shelf aside, where it joined the rest of the fallen furniture. In his view were two Force clashing. One was a woman in Phrik armor wielding a very long ivory-handled blade. The other an apprentice who was clearly in over his head. So much for the concealment spell.

Time to even the odds.

“Do you know how long it took to alphabetize those?” the Sith Lord said with a mock frown, pointing at the wreckage. His trio of amphistaves undulated at his side, hungry for bloodshed. There was a glimmer of the Force as someone, somewhere tried to reach out to him. To touch his presence. A headache began to form. He couldn’t help but smile through the pain. There was another here, who liked to rip apart the mind. That was a challenge he couldn’t refuse (I'm lookin' at you [member="Spencer Varanin"]). But it would have to be accepted later. Right now had a more pressing matter.

Without further ado, Sage began to chant, lips moving impossibly fast as he murmured a staccato invocation. It was the spell called Odojinya, the dark side web, the one he’d been studying from Yannica’s Holocron, and practicing relentlessly at the Temple of Pain. Thin tendrils of the Force sought to wrap around the woman, aiming to binding her in a crushing net of the dark side. Sage wasn’t as skilled with the spell as he would have liked to be, and it took all of his focus. It was a shot in the dark, and if it wasn’t successful, it would definitely get her attention. If it wasn’t. The doors were wide enough for his Brokemon to slip through.

Sage couldn’t help but notice that the woman’s dark side aura choked the room like a fog. Curious.

 

[Chevu Visz]

Location: South Wall
Allies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Canal"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Sinistra"] [member="Iziz"]
Chevu's Gear: Chevu's Armor, The Forlorn Hope, The Nub Amulet, Cryo-ban Rifle, Zeison Sha Discblades

The fighting was now in full, furious swing. The Knight’s whirling dervish of an opponent batted away the Force-imbued discblades with a scissor-like swipe of his arms. The lightsaber-resistant discs spun out through the air in two different directions, and arced back to her hands, where she popped them onto her magnetic gear belt. Chevu gathered up the Force, letting it guide her next move. The Mirialan was a student of sky warden Coren Starchaser, who was well-known for his prowess with Tutaminis. Her training sessions with Starchaser were punishing, and after countless hours of being knocked around by the pilot, she had the skill honed to near mastery. It was this ability that she would use against the creature’s next attack.

His assault was two-fold. First came the fluttering lightsaber strikes. Fortunately, Chevu’s Sullustan leather armor was Cortosis-plated, and as the twin blades made contact with her sides, her opponent would find the weapons shorting out with a distinct bzt. Meanwhile, the icy blue lightning that sprouted from his hands would pour directly into Chevu’s body, disappearing into her lithe form as she used the Force to absorb it. The defense wasn’t without pain. Her face was twisted with anguish as she held the energy in her body until there was no more left to absorb.

With a shriek, she pushed the Force lightning out towards the Jawa, turning his own attack against him, as she aimed for his heart.

The green alien girl might have looked innocent, but underestimating the Mirialan was always a fool’s errand.

 

[Orion Darkstar]

Location: Library
Allies Nearby: [member="Greta Kohler"] [member="Rookie"]
Eniemies: [member="Ashin Varanin"], [member="Sochi Ru"], [member="Vexen"], [member="Aela Talith"], [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Spencer Varanin"]
Eniemies Engaged: [member="Ashin Varanin"]

A shutter of weakness suddenly stunned his aggression, retracting his saber in a fast motion, his arm violently snapped backwards, his saber slicing through the air in a vertical motion. It mattered not that his saber was positioned perfectly for the bastard sword, Ashin was quick even with the hulking blade. The sheer size of it surprised him as Kevros shifted his weight backwards. The saber just missed the bastard sword, the darkening aura almost enticing Kevros to step into the blades evil clutches. The essence of the blade itself was brooding, massive in its size and more than a capable weapon, the enchantment within is what truly would cause Kevros' demise. The blade swooshed through the air with little effort, a trade the Dark Jedi must have used in her many years of tutelage. Almost uncertain of how to react he waved his free hand forward. A small metallic hilt reaching his left hand.

Although his saber finally grazed the incoming swing of her mighty, ruthless blade. It still could easily sever his forearm clean in half. Pushing upward with his red saber his right arm fell loosely, Ashin's blade moments from feasting on his audacious mistake. Only then did Kevros spring his Massassi Blade in betwen her blade and inches from his right forearm. With a flick of his wrist and using his weight he jumped, the blade smashed into Ashin's, the loud sound of metal pressing against each other echoed throughout the chaotic Library. It was only for a moment as Kevros pushed upward and flipped through the air to safely land a few feet away from her. She was more than skilled and better yet her blade was as dangerous as her teachings. Ashin's ability to wield such a blade with ease would have taken years to master.

Kevros slid his Massassi blade through the air with a quick waving motion, his eyes narowing for Ashin's next tell. Her bastard sword had told him more than he needed to know, not only was she out of his league, she was in possession of weapons beyond his knowledge. This proved not only difficult for himself, but those around him. Ashin's aura wasn't clouded fully in the murky darkness of the force, a hint of light sparked Kevros' senses. Slipping his Massassi blade back into his cloak he moved his saber forward. His green eyes turning to slits as he peered through his Kovani mask. Ashin was the first Dark Jedi he had come across and it was no surprise to him that she was more than adequate in the force. She had flung his barrage of brick to the entrance way of where his comrades would soon be piling in from. Not only that, Ashin herself had more lackeys ready to flood from the outside walls of the Library.

Everything was so coordinated, almost as if Ashin was a tactical genius. Maybe that was her downside, Kevros pondered it only for a split second until he darted forward. The constant destruction around the two of them became a game, who could use what to their advantage. Gripping his hilt he lunged forward, this time hesitation was no longer his playing move. His right arm extended forward straight, but accurate. The red beam of light aiming for her free arm. At such a moment he winced, the pain in his forearm becoming more apparent than before. Ashin nicked him with the curving formation of her unique blade. The burn lasted for a millisecond, enough to let him know she had gotten the best of him.

Aware of Ashin's blade Kevros ducked lower than before and until he saw her reaction he woudn't react with his counter sweep kick till he watched everything unfold, a dance of risk and reward. The crimson light from his saber inching closer and closer to its designated target, a gleaming jewel catching his eyes, the source of the plague like aura reaching for his soul. Unwavering he ignored the detail, the dark side speaking to him loudly, what were once whispers, were now resounding echoes.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Location: Proximity of the Training Grounds.
Enemies: Intruder Scum!
Gear: 2x Curved-hilt lightsabres, Rudis, Armour, Tsaisibola, Nagajj.

The air was alive and reverberating with the sound and sense of battle. Darth Ophidia’s fingers twitched in delight as she caressed the grip of the short sword at her side. Gliding over the floor like a spectre, she passed out of the training quarters and into the hall. At every corner, she stopped and probed ahead for an ambush. She had long since come to realise that even with her stealth-field generator and hidden presence she was not undetectable.

She followed the two - or was it now only one? – Sith Lords and turned her armoured head to peer down the hall on the south side of the library. From the noise and the general influx of combatants, it would appear the library was the front of the attack. Her armoured head turned as she considered the possibility that the attack on the library was a ruse to draw attention away from a smash & grab. The vaults, the laboratories, the war room, all of which were prime targets left presumably undefended as their heavy-hitters marched to the front.

The Rattataki closed her eyes and reached out, not towards their attackers in the North, but as a probe seeking presences in the South. There were enemies, certainly, powerful ones as well. However, she also felt the presence of Sith taking their place in opposition. Equally powerful, possibly more? Only time would tell. She turned her attention to the Library once more. It would seem she would be best suited to join the fray.

That is, once the doorway was clear.