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

[Xevek Nekonis]

Location: Library
Allies: N/A
Enemies: [member="Spencer Varanin"]
Equipment:

Spoiler

Assassin Armour [Appearance] | Variety of Force-Imbued Weapons (see Bio) | Cybernetic Arm

Approaching the large double doors that were the entrance to the Library, Xavka's form flickered for a moment before vanishing from view as he activated the stealth generator that was built into the set of lightweight armour that Xavka was wearing. The action of maintaining his stealth despite his continued movement exemplified the numerous hours of usage Xavka had gotten out of the stealth unit. Pausing just before he crossed the threshold of the fight, Xavka swept his gaze his gaze across the Library, taking in the scene that was laid out before him. Fights had broken out all over the large room and shelves that had once housed the annals and knowledge of the Sith were knocked to the ground, some of which were on fire, and the information itself was scattered across the floor.

Viewing the Library through the Force, Xavka's attention was drawn towards a lone presence that was separated from all of the others. Cocking his head in thought momentarily, Xavka debated what his next action should be. It was clear that whoever this lone being was that they had a much more deeper and developed link to the Force than Xavka currently did, making them a much more dangerous opponent than any of the other invaders, even those at a similar level as they were already distracted. However, his hesitation didn't last long and soon Xavka's lust for blood and loyalty to the Sith urged him to confront this being.

Sprintng forwards towards his target, Xavka was uncaring as to the fact that his sudden burst of movement had caused the stealth generator he was using to weaken, leaving him as a hazy blur, his silhouette visible against the background of the fights that were occurring within the Library. Leaping upwards after only a few strides, Xavka grasped onto one of the still standing shelves, his cybernetic hand crushing the material beneath his grip. Using his grasp as a fixed locus point, Xavka's momentum carried him into a turn before he released his hold on the shelf, sending him flying in a new direction. Again and again, he repeated this action, drawing closer and closer to his target until he landed halfway up a shelf, both his cyberentic fingers and the claws on his remaining hand digging into the shelf.

Grasping the still standing bookcase that he rested against, Xavka climbed his way up it, the claws on his biological hand and feet digging into the wood while his cybernetic fingers left clear impressions. His movements were slow and purposeful to prevent the cloaking field that was active around him from failing. Eventually settling atop the case, his form - if it were visible - hidden within the shadows, Xavka looked down from where he was crouching, the reason behind his efforts appearing within his view. Bellow him was his target, a blonde human-looking female.

Xavka had guessed that she would have been monitoring the area around her for anyone approaching her location, she would have had to have been stupid to not keep a lookout for an enemy while within their very Temple. As such, he had chosen to take the risk of exerting energy to take a high and winding path, hoping that in arrogance, or just confidence, of her abilities, she would not have been monitoring the area around herself to focus on him.

Shifting slightly Xavka removed a set of three needles from within a hidden pocket of his robes. Each needle, specifically designed for throwing, had their tips coated in a toxin that would slowly begin to weaken what ever being had it introduced to their system, clouding their mind and making their movements sluggish. Unfortunately for Xavka, but luckily for the woman, Xavka had recently used all of his needles that were coated in a lethal or more effective toxin, leaving him with an agent that had a weaker effect than he would like. Making a quick estimate, Xavka guessed that the agent would take a good few hours to have a full effect on the woman bellow, but it should have enough effect during the fight, giving him some form of an advantage.

Lashing his arm out in a sharp snap, the needles would fly though the air towards the woman, their thin frames barely catching what light illuminated the lower levels of the library, all aimed towards her exposed neck. As soon as the needles had left his grasp, Xavka had leaped from the shelf he was currently on to one close to him, distancing himself from where he had thrown the needles from in case the woman was able to track where they were coming from. It was only from practice that non of Xavka's movements produced a sound louder than the swish of his cloak as it flowed around his frame.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Southwestern Library
Allies: [member="Sage Bane"]
Enemies: [member="Ashin Varanin"] | [member="Sochi Ru"] (I guess Technicall)
Indifferent: @Everyone Else

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XxH3zCUeDCo​

Vulkan didn't have a single problem watching the Acolyte die miserably to the woman he was fighting. In fact if it were up to him, he would have just watched, without moving or interferring unless one of them forced him to involve himself. If not for Sage Bane, Vulkan would have stayed sitting in the comfortable chair in the War Room smoking and drinking until the wee hours of the night, probably later joined by a green twi'lek he liked. Instead, he was in the midst of a fight he didn't care about in the slightest.

He slipped inside behind Sage Bane, waiting for the slender Sith Lord to begin his little chant of magic and whatever. Vulkan knew all of one spell, and he didn't feel like choking the room with Smoke Demon after Smoke Demon. Too much work, and the possibility of losing control over them and himself in the process. Instead he remained cloaked, muting his presence as best as he could as he found a spot, a column just behind Sage and to his left, and he stood there, back to it scanning the room with Thermal and Echolocation from the helmet he was wearing. To say it was a clusterkark was a serious understatement.

The Force Presence that Sage was fighting was powerful and old, experienced with the Dark Side, and practiced in its ways. Vulkan kept his choked up grip on the mace he held in his hands and he waited. Maybe Sage could lure some right into swinging distance to get baseball batted across the room.

 

[Sinistra]

Location: Southern Wall
Allies: [member="Iziz"]
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Chevu Visz"]

She had driven him back for a moment, but that had only succeeded in making him more determined and he came back at her wildly, a man unhinged as he swung at her furiously. She could feel that anger just a bit, see it in his posture and the way he moved. This man would give no quarter should he catch her with that blade in a vulnerable place. She let the ghost of a smile cross her lips as she raised the blade up with both hands on the hilt, the silver beam parallel to the floor and just in front of her neck, her right shoulder twisted back as her torso was turned, combined with a step back to brace herself from his charge.

She arced the blade around to free the resulting saber lock from the parry and she now made an ugly swing at him, trying to get her blade around to slice his left upper arm off just below the shoulder. The angle was off and it was probably not going to pay off, but it allowed her to push her momentum forward towards the debris and the hole, where he would have less stable footing.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

LIBRARY - SOUTHWEST CORNER
ENEMIES: [member="Sage Bane"] [member="Darth Vulkan"] [member="Kevros Kovani"]
ALLIES: They're busy

The Acolyte, she knew, would soon discover odd consequences from taking a wound from Ravening. He demonstrated agility, leaping over her. With a mental shrug, she turned around and swatted the sabre blade aside with the arm he was targeting, the left. Once more, a spurt of heat carried through the tough phrik plate. Too many of those and he might get lucky, especially with others on the battlefield. The inside-outside block lined up her left hand's heavy blaster with his face, and she pulled the trigger at very short range.

At which point, behind him, a lean young man in a robe shoved the flaming bookcase aside, leaving the air thick with smoke. That smoke whirled behind him -- the stealth she'd expected. He had company, maybe significant, maybe not. Either way, what mattered at this exact second was the familiar chant in the air.

During her tenure as Dark Lord of the Sith -- before she'd trained the woman who would become Sage Bane's Master's Master's Master -- she'd only acquired a couple of Sith spells. Sith Magic wasn't her forte, and her interest didn't lie there. She'd faced this spell like she'd faced most of the classics. If he got the web tight around her, he'd be contesting her Force connection directly. He'd begun his chant as she was turning, maybe before, so it was too late to interrupt in any complex way. She would have to settle for simple.

The blaster that had just fired at the Acolyte's face shifted angle slightly and fired again, past his head, through the web, at the face of the presumable Sith Lord. That took fairly minimal focus. What took the bulk of her focus was the moment when she allowed the constant demand in the back of her mind to slam open a door and take itself off the leash. Force Drain, coupled with tutaminis.

A nimbus of darkness surrounded her in an instant, and the Odojinya web began to erode even as it tightened. Force Drain was about entropy, and there was no such thing as one hundred percent efficiency when it came to consuming -- stealing -- Force energy. Even so, a faint Force wound began to take form, chewing away at the web, and that power had its uses. Ideally, the blaster shot would break his concentration and make it easier. Losing control of a Sith invocation before it was complete? Not healthy.

She didn't direct her assault at the nearby Acolyte, nor at the lean man behind him, nor at the distortion in the smoke. She didn't have time to do anything more than chew the web, even as the Acolyte -- presumably -- geared up for a second move. Her response to their combined assault had been two hastily aimed blaster shots and an instinctive, long-honed, defensive Drain, but even those brief actions took their share of time. More would certainly be on the way to her in very short order. And while she could stand up to just about anything in the universe for a while, three-on-one had a good chance of wearing her down. Or she could make one split-second mistake and reap the consequences. Three-on-one was no joke even when you were fighting chumps, and Odojinya strongly suggested a lack of chumpishness.

 

[Caulder Dune]

Objective: Have a Bad Time
Location: The Library
Enemies: [member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Micah Talith"] | [member="Vexen"]
Allies: [member="Dak Canton"] | [member="Greta Kohler"]

It didn't take long to reach the library and it took even less time to find the Drexl. Adekos' heartbeat quickened when he viewed the catastrophe. What had once been a treasure trove of Sith knowledge had become a veritable wasteland. Computer servers with gaping holes blasted into them, bookshelves cleft in twain, tomes utterly destroyed. Stray pages occasionally fluttered in the air wherever the Drexl or some other obnoxious do-gooder slammed into something. It was all Darth Adekos could do not to suffer a stroke on the spot, but Dak's summary dismissal of the Drexl reassured him the situation could be controlled.

"My, my. Excellent shooting, mister Can-" Adekos was interrupted by a soft thunk as a small dart smacked into his helmet. It was lodged there, having failed to break through. A confused, mildly perplexed Adekos reached up and yanked the projectile out of his skull, looking towards where he suspected it came from. A diminutive, fur covered creature was squatting on top of a pillar. A range of green and yellow stripes covering it.

He flicked the dart away. "Huh."

All at once he felt a sudden pull at his gauntlet. Telekinetic. A burst of crimson energy erupted from the gauntlet, pulverizing whatever grip Micah had on it. Really. Ten seconds into showing up here and these ruffians were already trying to shake him down. Disgusting. "So, that's how it's got to be?" He lashed out with the Force towards the Defel, an invisible fist intending to close around her form- which was, by description, small and relatively lightweight. An adequate projectile. "Very well then."

With extreme force and prejudice, Adekos would fling Vexen into Micah Talith.

 

[Catalys Maijora]

The Vaults

Nearing the entrance of the main tombs, Catalys and his soldiers approached the maintenance area below the temple. Here lied the source of the temple's power, hidden underground to protect it from sabotage should any infiltrators make their way into the main structure. Of course; today it wasn't going to be the enemy that decided to toy with it.

The Umbaran leaned his gun up against the wall before walking over to the main breaker. A dim, flickering light was mounted into the ceiling overhead. Several monitors, switches, and systems surrounded the cells which drew their power from a generator somewhere off the main site of the Temple. His armoured hand reached for a lever, pushing down on it.

The sound of energy whirred less and less as the electricity which flowed throughout the temple stopped providing for it. Lights, security systems, doors, and even the archives all began shutting down.

Perhaps this would be unfortunate for his enemies and allies above, to which he had no idea any fighting was happening. For Catalys it meant that the door protecting the tombs--and their precious artifacts--would no longer be shielded, and easily broken through with some simple, well-placed explosives.

[member="Darth Adekos"] | [member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Maleah Talith"] | [member="Micah Talith"] | [member="Dak Canton"] | [member="Greta Kohler"] | [member="Ashin Varanin"] | [member="Darth Carach"] |[member="Sinistra"] | [member="Darth Vulkan"] | [member="Xavka Duquo"] | [member="Spencer Varanin"] | [member="Sochi Ru"] | [member="Sage Bane"] | [member="Rookie"] | [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Chevu Visz"] | [member="Vexen"] | [member="Khallesh"] | [member="Iziz"] | [member="Kevros Kovani"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Marcus Tritum]

Objective: Get Paid
Location: Library side entrance
Allies: [member="Darth Adekos"] | [member="Greta Kohler"]
Enemies: [member="Aela Talith"] | [member="Micah Talith"] | [member="Vexen"]
Equipment:

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Rifle: http://starwarsrp.ne...-assault-rifle/
Rifle: http://starwarsrp.ne...hyperion-rifle/
Sidearm: http://starwarsrp.ne...r-sonn-power-5/
Armor: http://starwarsrp.ne...ic-butch-armor/
Gunbelt: http://starwarsrp.ne...o-baas-gunbelt/
Knife: http://starwarsrp.ne...18712-seydakin/
Taozin Amulet
2 Flashbangs

Great beats of those leathery wings sent wind rushing through the library, rustling the pages of books and tossing scrolls. The obnoxious frown on the stormtrooper helmet glared at the retreating form of the Drexl as the denizen of Dxun erupted through the ceiling and out into the sky beyond.

"Kark."

Watching fuglies run. Ain't no better feeling. It'd been a while since he'd sent a monster, a real monster, packing. Too bad he couldn't have finished the job.

Something small and deadly hummed through the air, plunking into Adekos' helmet, but since the magic man didn't crumple to the floor, Canton assumed he would be ok.

Dak swung his rifle in the direction of what appeared to be the beastie's owner, only to see her raise a hand and make a squeezing motion, fingers curling inward like claws.

Metal groaned in a shriek of protest and Dak watched in horror as his baby's muzzle crumpled into a useless shape. The erstwhile Fringe commando released the rifle, letting it hang by the sling, and pawed for his sidearm. A solid string of curses spewed from his lips.

Suddenly, the lights flicked out. Blackness descended on the library.

"Infra," Dak blurted reflexively. The HUD and processing lens of the helmet came online and the darkness shifted into varying shades of white. Several other forms besides the woman were rallying within those bookcases.

Canton unclipped a flashbang and tossed it into the library, then drew his sidearm. He sent two red bolts hissing through the air for the beast's owner, each equivalent to a DL-44 in stopping power.

 

[Iziz]

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

Fury boiled over the body of Iziz...

His opponent was a sly one, his blade which crashed into her leg would fizzle as they would collide with the Pure Cortosis plating which was obviously imbued within them. The red of his blade on the first pass would shatter like they had been destroyed by some insidious force. Cortosis... was not a defensive material against almost anything other than light-sabers, and Iziz had plenty of that at his disposal... after the briefest moments in which he needed to react, the Jawa slammed his thumb which hovered over the saber control switches immediately erecting the blades on the reverse end of his weapons. Ready once again he would came in for his second attack. The lightning coursing down his weapons as normal, striking into the plates on her body, the kinetic force which was enough to blast stone would almost rip her armour apart. However it seemed that his own energy had been absorbed with the attack, as well as putting one of his weapons on complete cool-down with both blades having been shorted out by the courtosis, while the other merely had one shorted out. Flicking his thumb down on his second weapon the Jawa jumped back to await the next response.

Pain seemed to be coursing through her body as the power she had channeled turned to electricity.

Iziz would hit the spinning function on his remaining blade which would begin to rapidly twist on their axis at a full 1500 rounds per minute as he would begin to press forward. Even with one of the blades on one of the weapons for crucial moments, the red beam would create almost solid red shield of plasmic energy spinning three times faster than modern helicopter blades. Her downward angle on Iziz and his small frame allowed even one of the shields to cover his entire frame. In a crack the lightning came down, drawn into the electromagnetic field of his lightsaber and thus slamming into the shield and bucking Iziz's arm, the stray lightning which managed to slam into his hand sent shocks through his body, but once they hit his nervous system and the metal which ran up his spine, the trace sums would be absorbed by the implanted MCU, leaving his brain, nerves and lower body almost completely unphased by the attack...

Iziz understood that lightning was not something that was going to win this battle, so he would move to other tactics...

As the attack ebbed with a single three hundred and sixty degree spin, like hurling a discuss Iziz would throw the weapon at staggering speeds for her legs at shin height reinforcing the throw of his weapon with his own telekinesis. The red disc buzzing along the ground as the little beast would follow up, running on all fours like a quardaped, Iziz would once again activate the stealth field on his armour, moving faster than he had been before, more animal than humanoid. His speed almost catching up to his blade as he darted to a side, leaping and kicking off a piece of rubble launched by the explosion as the Jawa erected the hidden blade from his wrist as he flew for the Jedi hoping to intercept her jump or an evasion to the side of the disc and cut for her throat. Iziz knew all too well that he could not underestimate a living being, as a Jawa, he was the pinnacle of the underestimated.

Every battle he fought as if they were a giant capable of crushing him with but a brush of their hands.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Location: Battle
Allies: [member="Chevu Visz"]
Enemies: [member="Sinistra"] [member="Iziz"]

Around them were the battle, insurgents from the Alliance and defense from the Sith. It would be setting a scene of war, smoke, blood, and blaster fire. Starchaser’s orange saber blade was lit, a blade that screamed back to an older age. Wars fought for purpose, wars fought for freedom and democracy. What was this war fought for?

This was a war for freedom, a war for liberation.

This war was made of less stable footing. Coren Starchaser, at one time an Imperial BlackOps pilot, was now a member of the Underground, and the Alliance, here to secure the galaxy. To make it safe for the future, and that included removing the One Sith. With his dexterity, he made short work of her sloppy slash and stepped away from her. Summoning the Force, he hurled energy that would work to stun the Sith.

What are you doing here? There is more to you.

Could he recognize the Imperial background? He was unsure, but the Sith was no place for someone like this.

 

[Chevu Visz]

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

Chevu had given up alot for this war. Security. Motherhood. Even fresh air, choosing to live in the biodomes of Sullust, rather than a more forgiving clime. This was not a war, nor a fight that Chevu would roll and die for. She could tell that this horrible little creature wouldn't either. This was no high-cheekboned, dark-haired lothario, aiming to capture or tempt. The jawa wanted to end her.

Somehow her enemy withstood the full brunt of its own lightning attack, and was hardly even slowed or stunned. In a nanosecond, it was spinning towards her again with its helicopter hands. Letting the Force assist in guiding her defense, Chevu stood firm, and used her bare hands to absorb the whirling strikes, calling on Tutaminis to hold and dispel the energy. It wasn’t failsafe. Her leg caught the tip of one of his spinning blades. Twice. The plasma slashed against her armor, tearing through the leather and singing her green flesh. Her breaths came fast, fighting against the the burn of the wound, the pain almost devastating. The dark side pulled to her. Begging her to use it. Keep focus, Chev. Don't give in.

While not a practitioner herself, she knew a bit about the Ataru form, which the thing was clearly using. One of the main flaws the form was its tendency to leave the user wide open as it jumped and spun. This was a crucial weakness the fringe Forcer would attempt to exploit. As her opponent’s form shimmered out of existence, Chevu reacted purely with the Force, using the additional charge energy from the jawa's sabers to push out in all directions with a powerful Force repulse. Her intention was to blow him away where he was open and unprotected. Jawas were small and incredibly frail creatures. If caught in her blast, he could end up being lobbed twenty feet, and suffer a bone crushing fall to the ground.

Hope you enjoy your flight.

 

[Mother Askani]

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

She was surprised at his retaliation, she expected such though it was the way in which he responded. An adversary with reach over her she assumed would attack with a range attack, though he charged her head on. She halted her advance only slightly, having to perform her attack much earlier. However, this manuver was intended to be a partial feint; using it to land a hit that would in truth reveal the material of his armor, much as she expected. Her blade sparked upon contact and his movements being just as fast as hers saw it end immaturely; a glancing blow.

A limb she saw sprout from his figured lashed out, though not intended for her. He reached passed her, and with leverage pulled the man around her. She turned her body instantly, bringing her left arm high to bash away his limb, covering her shoulder. Though, simultaneously she twisted her wrist to rotate her purple blade so this it vertically faced the ground. The arc caught his second limb before it could penetrate her thigh. However, she hadn't built her fighting style to hold off attacks, she preferred very quick and precise attacks while parrying and evading blows rather than using power agaisnt power. Because of that the momentum did push her back towards an exit, as she too disengaged.

She thought to herself, "Much as I expected..."

She stood in the doorway for just a moment, then she exited through the eastern entrance into a dimly lit hallway. Baiting him.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Location: Corridor, north of Training Grounds, south of Library.
Enemies: Intruder Scum!
Engaging: [member="Sochi Ru"]
Gear: 2x Curved-hilt lightsabres, Rudis, Armour, Tsaisibola, Nagajj.

Some say, all good things come to those who wait. Some times, proverbs came true indeed. As the building became dark, Ophidia’s helmet switched its’ visual spectrum to accommodate and give her a working view of her surroundings. The assassin squeezed up against the wall as quietly as she could. What had taken the power? Hostiles or allies? Either way, it worked in the favour of Darth Ophidia’s stealth.

She drew one of her curved lightsabre hilts from its resting place. The leather of her gloves settled around the hilt and tightened over her knuckles. Her thumb caressed the activation switch like an old lover. In response to her readiness, the Tsaisi around her waist tightened against the beskar cuirass impatiently. Her left hand caressed its back lightly, running along the scales silently. She would not let the serpent go hungry for long, not when there was blood to spill.

She heard something to her right, east? A voice. The tsaisibola shifted too, and Ophidia turned sharply and peered down the way, moving quickly along the corridor to get a better view.

Purple lightsaber means ‘stop’.

In the moment of stillness in Sochi Ru's chain of movement, Darth Ophidia saw the purple lightsabre. As the horned figure moved, the assassin whipped out her left hand, focused on gripping the figure telekinetically and pulled, attempting to slam her into the north wall. The execution of the pull was more or less instinctive, a reflex born from her career in not leaving witnesses. Whether it was a success or not, she would begin bearing down on what she assumed was a Togruta.

 

[Sage Bane]

Location: Training Grounds
Allies: [member="Darth Vulkan"] [member="Kevros Kovani"]
Enemies: [member="Ashin Varanin"]
Sage's Gear: Dark Armor, Lightsaber, Sessile Trio-staff, The Blade of the Satvas

The Sith Lord facing down, unbeknownst to him, a former Dark Lord of the Sith, wore his usual battle armor, a set he forged himself at his Fresian temple. Made of duraplast, cortosis plates, and teretanek hide, this one-of-a-kind set of dark armor was specially designed to defend against the strongest warriors in the galaxy, be they Jedi or Mandalorian. Not only was the terentatek hide a bane to Force users, but the two golden Corusca gem eyes that gleamed from the middle of his chest plate acted as talismanic foci to enhance his reflexes beyond that of the common man. It was this runic power bonded in these gems that Sage used to help him dodge the blaster bolt that came singing through the air, aimed right between his eyes. The slender warrior dipped backwards Matrix-style. It was a flashy move, but the effort cost him his focus.

The half-finished spell was ripped from his body as the woman devoured his dark web. It felt agonizing, like someone reached in to take hold of his entrails, pulling them taut, like a slackened rope. He couldn’t help but throw his head back, crying out in abject pain, a sound that through echoed through the pandemonium in the library. It was not unlike the howl of a restless spirit.

There was a sinking in his stomach that told him he might lose this fight. It wasn’t a feeling he’d had in a very, very long time. Either way if she wasn't stopped, she was going to make mincemeat out of that apprentice. A mental whisper sailed through the air towards the woman. He wasn’t sure if she would let it in, but if she did, she would hear his inquiry in a honeyed tenor.

Why are you here? Yours is a deeply stygian aura, Why fight alongside the New Jedi Order, these sanctimonious zealots who would punt-kick you into a Sullust volcano for using the power that’s rightfully yours?

The Sith Lord didn’t wait for answer. He couldn’t afford to. Sage plucked his dagger from its hilt and launched himself forward. His attack attempted two things. His right hand aimed to slice her throat where her helm met her chest plate. Simultaneously, the Sessile triostaff that made up his other arm danced towards her. One amphistaff on the triad of his arm lashed out like a whip, attempting to disarm her pistol. The other two spit venom at her face, intending to fog her vision with their toxic spew.

Sage had a feeling that Vulkan had slipped into the room unnoticed. He knew there was a good chance that the Mandalorian would aid him if he felt he was needed. Right now, that remained to be seen. Bane was well-known among the Sith for being too proud to ask for help and too vain to admit he needed any. So if the other man joined, it would be his decision alone.

 

[Vexen]

Library East
[member="Darth Adekos"]
[member="Micah Talith"]

The dart seemed to provide little more than a minor aggregation to the Sith. Whatever Micah had tried to do, it elicited a reaction from that gauntlet. Vexen could feel the taint of the darkside from here, so utterly different from the artefacts Micah fashioned.

Then she sensed the Force gather around her, but not at her own call. Tendrils wrapped around her figure and she yelped in pain as they yanked her with enough force to send her careening from the computer stack. Her mind flashed back to the time the Rodian cleaner she'd stolen for, in exchange for food, as a pup had bound her in a burlap sack and carried her away. Only the touch of the light and Micah's presence kept her from breaking down in abject terror.

Micah always taught her to listen to the guidance of the Force. She did. She followed that intimate Force Bond she shared with the Talith. What she planned was not conferred telepathically with words. Nothing so crude. They thought as one and moved as one. As she unclipped a stun baton from her belt and flicked it on, he pushed her straight up with the Force.

She rolled in mid air, just inches above him. One hand shot out towards where she was going to land, the other threw one of her batons.

The Defel would land painfully in a pile of books. Her stun baton would drop into the air right before Micah. Switched on and with the business end pointing right towards Adekos. The perfect missile for him to telepathically fling in his direction, carrying enough volts to piss of a Rancor.

For her own part Vexen picked herself back up tentatively. Her hand came upon what seemed to be a particularly old and weighty tome. She flung it at the Sith and drew her remaining baton.

 

[Sinistra]

Location: South
Allies: [member="Iziz"]
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Chevu Visz"]
Gear: Sin's armor

The blast hit her as it was intended, they were far too close locked in saber combat for her to dodge it, even if she could manage to pull off Tutaminis, it would not have absorbed it all. So she stepped back, her head unclear for a moment as she tried to shake it off. But in that moment, she heard it.

What are you doing here? There is more to you.

His words rang through her thoughts, startling and unnerving that the momentary pause was enough for him to breach into her mind. There was anger, disappointment, raw emotion in his voice. She could not let him in again, physically shaking her head sharply twice. She swiped her left hand, two forefingers extended as she used the force to throw a large chunk of duracrete at him. She stared him down through her red lenses, her voice answering him outloud, her vocoder clear as crystal, though masking her true voice.

"What do you care? You're here to kill me. Where is your morality?"

 

[Louise]

Location: Library
Allies: [member="Aela Talith"]
Enemies: [member="Dak Canton"] [member="Greta Kohler"]
Equipment: Lightsaber Pike, Toofless the Nexu (occupied with library destruction), Fancy Booties, Presumably clothing

Toofless was having a ball, it was almost like play time for the senior nexu, just destroying anything that he could find (and quite possible eating some of the library's contents too). Maleah was very much content to let him prance around and have his fun.

She on the other hand, was more concerned with her siblings (and Vexen), feeling as if she she had to contribute more than just wanton destruction of knowledge.

Then the lights went out.

While not a pureblood Garhoon, she had much more of their attributes than her siblings did, at least certainly half of the downsides, she had more allergies than a child born in a bubble but there were advantages too. One of those, very handily, was superior night vision. It wasn't like she was captain assassin seeing perfectly in the dark, but it was better than most, better than his sister's at least.

Peeking out from behind the bookcase she could make out Aela, Micah, and at least three other people, likely not friends and she doubted that she could see Vexen, that girl could hide in plain sight if she wanted to, never mind in the dark.

Something was thrown and gut instinct kicked in. The Talith twin stepped out from behind her bookshelf, reaching out with her hand to grab the thrown object and clenching her fist to crush it.

Better safe than sorry.

 

[Aela Talith]

Location: Library
Allies: [member="Maleah Talith"]
Enemies: [member="Dak Canton"] | [member="Greta Kohler"]

Aela's eyes scrunched slightly, her hand coming up in automatic reaction as the flashbang was crushed, the blast mitigated. There was a loud bang that tore through the library followed by a pop of light. She blinked as fast as she could, trying to get rid of the blindness within her eyes.

Out of near instant reaction, she summoned the force.

A translucent bubbled immediately formed around her, a shade of pure white that seemed to almost blend with the meager light around it. It appeared within half a second, a heartbeat within the flash of light going off. At the same time Aela reached out in the force, one palm holding the bubbled, the other grasping blindly towards where Dak had stood only moments ago. She reached out towards him, or what she thought was him, grabbing him with invisible tendrils and yanking him from his feet.

Hopefully she would pull him, and then bash him directly against the Force Bubble.

 

[Rookie]

[TRAINING GROUNDS]
[ENEMIES] [ [member="Sochi Ru"] ]
[ALLIES] [ [member="Darth Ophidia"] ]
[SYNCHRONIZATION RATIO] 100%


The Togruta's reflexed were astounding. In a display of strength Yun hesitated to think she possessed, she twisted her body in an effort to block the strikes of the armor's limbs, succeeding in knocking away the principal force but leaving the main motive of his attack successful. The force of the blows sent the woman sliding on the stone several meters away. Yun's eyes transfixed on the Togruta's form and he tensed himself, ready for another brazen assault. Skirmishes were erupting all around the library, each group of individuals finding their marks and sequestering themselves into battles. If the timing had been right, Yun would have considered capitalizing on an opponent or two while they fought against his allies. Times would prove to be more pressing.

When the lights went out, Yun felt right at home. At once, darkness descended on the room, turning the library into a treacherous cavern, shadows flickering in the fires surrounding them. The Vong sprung forward towards the Togruta and was met with a hasty retreat. The Dark Jedi turned on her heel and bolted for the doors Yun entered the room from. Yun paused, watching her run for the training grounds, and rose his hand. From the ceiling, the buzzard cooed softly and dove for the ground, landing clumsily and rolling across the floor. Kneeling, Yun placed his Shaper hand against the creature's beak, soothing it. Afraid of the flames, the vulture was eager to obey his next command.

"Follow her, warn me," Beating its wings, the creature soared away from Yun again, following into the training grounds to scout the room for its master.

Entering the training grounds, the buzzard flew low for several meters before pulling up to look down on the entirety of the arena. Immediately, the Vulture spied Sochi's figure moving in the blackness towards the wall. A low tone sunk from the bird's lips throughout the room and from above, the barely perceptible shape of another moving through the dark. Hearing the tones, Yun knew there were two beings, and judging by the Togruta's retreat, he came to the conclusion the mysterious figure was likely another enemy. Lifting himself on the arms of the armor, Yun barreled through the doorway, two legs pummeling the stone and swinging him through the arch in the opposite direction of the Togruta, his entrance would occur sometime after the second figure's assault. Snapping his gaze through the obfuscation, the legs carrying him would scurry forward. The armor, working as intended, burrowed the last of its nervous system into Yun's synapses, awakening fully, allowing him to activate the tail whenever he wished. For now, he kept that weapon a secret.

The grounds were larger than Yun remembered when he traversed them to arrive in the library. Then he hadn't been paying attention, now the predator examined his surroundings closely. He found himself encompassed by a massive square room, in the middle a raised platform took up nearly two thirds of the surface and was covered in sand. The walls, lined with thin columns hugging the walls tightly, also had a racks which bore a multitude of weaponry the acolytes here would often use. For now, he paid little attention to the other in the room, in fact, now that he was here he couldn't even see them. Whether Ophidia's attack would prove successful or not, Yun would close towards Sochi, rearing up on the bottom two limbs to loom high above her body. From over his shoulders, the top two limbs would begin to bear down on her with a series of strikes. The piercing blows would come down in rapid succession, aimed for the woman's chest, shoulders and upper thighs. The armor's extra limbs afforded Yun the freedom to reach back with his Shaper hand, beckoning to another blast bug and readying it on his finger tip.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Location: Library
Allies: GA, Team Dark Jedi, [member="Sochi Ru"]
Enemies: Sith. None directly engaged yet, heading towards [member="Darth Ophidia"] and [member="Rookie"]
Gear: 1x MKI bolter, 1x sonic blaster, 1x sonic shotgun, wrist-worn flamethrower, vibroknife, grenades, lightsabre, beskar'gam.


Apparently the Sith Temple was the place to be, judging by the massive concentration of Force power that indicated a couple Masters were throwing down and causing carnage. It was always a bit sad when a place of learning and religious teaching was devastated through violence.


Needless to say, Siobhan had to contribute to the property destruction. As it turned out, it seemed she had arrived late to the party as she made her way to the Temple, judging by the large hole inside the north wall. A few Sith stormtroopers who had tried to rally and sought to bombard her with blaster bolts after her starfighter landed were reduced to background noise by a moderately over the top telekinetic blast and bolter fire.


Several powerful Force presences were felt inside the building. However, unfortunately Siobhan had not majored in Force Omniscience, so it was difficult for her to pinpoint them, though Ashin Varanin's was familiar enough for her to perceive. Siobhan had little talent at stealth, so she did not bother to make an attempt to try and obfuscate her Force Presence as she made her way through the massive hole in the wall.


Shelves had been toppled, books dismembered, friendly Dark Side contractors were raiding, Masters were trading heavy blows. All in all, this was a quite pleasing sight. Quickly Siobhan switched her vision mode to infrared since it was terribly dark. Since everyone seemed occupied, she made her way through, avoiding collapsing shelves and a particularly heavy volume called 'The Sith ABC. Mastery of the Dark Side For Beginners'. A door barring her entrance was forced open with a telekinetic grip. Her path would lead her in the direction of the training grounds.


Little did she know that she would run into a certain Togruta Dark Jedi, whose apparent return from the dead [member="Abaigeal E'ron"] and other Silvers were investigating. Siobhan was unaware of these events since she had not participated in that dominion. Then again, she would find Ms. Ru fighting Sith, so Q&A would've had to wait anyway.

 

[Marcus Tritum]

Location: Library
Allies: [member="Darth Adekos"] | [member="Greta Kohler"]
Enemies: [member="Vexen"] | [member="Maleah Talith"] | [member="Micah Talith"] | [member="Aela Talith"]

Another hostile stepped out from behind a bookshelf, one hand reaching for the flash bang. Dak swiveled his Power 5 in her direction and sent a pair of blaster bolts screaming toward her. The flash bang went off, a dulled detonation of light and sound. Insulated within his helmet and standing at a fair distance, Dak didn't get the whole ears-ringing, world white effect. Which was the whole friggin' point.

Canton frowned back at his original target. A weird bubble enveloped the chick,presumably protecting her from blaster shots like the ones he'd fired earlier. Talking to monster bats and creatin' people-sized orbs. Freakin' forcers. Always gave him the heebie-jeebies. Damned hard to fight too. Never knew what they were gonna pull out of a hat.

An invisible hand closed around Dak and tried to drag him forward. He grunted, stumbling forward a few steps. The terentatek body glove seemed to be doing its job. Frankly, he was surprised that she'd been able to grab him at all, if she'd been blinded by the flash bang, since the taozin amulet he wore under the armor probably made forcers feel like they were tryin' to grab a bar of wet soap.

And you know what they say about grabbing the soap.

The Epicanthix fired in quick succession, spitting three lancets of plasma at her. He figured they would have to do something, magic bubble or no.