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

[Micah Talith]

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

VEX!

Worry came naturally to the Talith when it came to his friends and family. Vexen was no different. However, it was their training that allowed them to focus and do what they could, the Talith capturing and lifting the Defel to lessen the blow.

Good girl.

Working as one, Micah followed back on Vexen's movement.

Not like remaining camouflaged would do him good. At least the active Force scattering imbued upon his armor and cloak would keep the Sith from finding him. That wasn't even including the Taozin liner.

With a firm telekinetic grip and flick, the Talith would shove the stun baton like a slug out of a blaster. It went crackling right at Adeko's chest, with every intention of zapping him. Something was amiss here and they would soon find out.

 

[Orion Darkstar]

Location: Library
Allies: [member="Darth Vulkan"] [member="Sage Bane"]
Enemies: [member="Ashin Varanin"]

Guns....​

They were at the forefront of everything that dignified a Non-force user. The sight of Ashin's gun made him think less of her, with all the flowing energy around her she resorted to a measly form of technology to bail her out. Regardless of Kevros' dislike for her unimpressive move he was in danger. The gun swiped through the air until it eventually met his forehead. A mere foot away, Kevros was close to a checkmate. Seconds, that's all it would take for Ashin to end his life. The force called out to him as he could hear the inner workings of the chamber in the gun clinking, ready to fire. The heavy blaster was thick and ready to torment the young Sith. Kevros wouldn't have time to retract his saber from her side in time to sweep at her legs. Now it was life or death, a heavy blaster at such range would slice right through him.

Letting go of his hilt he bent backwards as the light emitted from the heavy blaster, a dark menacing hue of green ripping through the air. He would be struck, worse yet in the head. Kevros reached out to force, the darkness embracing him as he executed his risky move. His right arm extended to his side, his palm aimed vertically as the heavy blaster bolt singed the edge of his mask. Without a second thought a pulse of energy shot through the air from his hand. The invisible waves of the force rippled through the library as soldiers from both causes were sent flying into the hallways. The force alone from the mustered force push sent kevros buckling backwards. The blaster bolt cracking the top right corner of his mask. The burn from the impact singed his brow and worse yet his hilt fell dead in front of the Dark Jedi Master.

Smoke trailed off of him as he slid across the stone floor, a bookcase collapsing behind him as his heel smashed into it. The wooden spikes splintering through the air. The commotion from the unraveling battlefield, something he hadn't thought the library would ever turn into, had. Grinning and looking to his saber hilt lying dead on the floor he stretched for it, his eyes following more of the troops rushing in from the breach in the wall. It was clear they were eventually going to rush him. His fingers strained as he pulled the hilt towards, quickly igniting the visceral red he sliced effortlessly through the rushing assault that came sooner than he would have liked. His forearm festered, almost forming a black crust through his dark clothing. Something was wrong. The force was still with him, but he could feel a disturbing severance in his capabilities.

This mattered not for Kevros, he would address the wound after the battle was over. Something that wasn't going to happen for a while. Looking to the floor and accessing his current situation he took a minor breath. Ashin didn't even have a scratch on her, better yet she wasn't even concerned with him. Letting out a light sigh Kevros watched the dancing smoke that was once behind him dance through the center of the library. He had lost focus on where all his allies were until he spotted a Sith in the back chanting, weaving a spell unlike anything he had seen before. The sudden chill down his spine meant that Ashin would surely have her hands filled. Now was the time to pressure her even more, hopefully not at the sake of his life. The blaster bolt almost got the best of him and being more conservative with his force powers seemed like a honest way to stay alive after the wound received on his right forearm.

"Now or never..." He said to himself, his eyes locked on Ashin.

Dashing forward he made his way through the nimble beings blocking the way, cut after cut bodies fell to the floor. Sweating from his constant moves he hopped over a sudden beast running through. It screeched and went for a bite, but to no avail. the cloud of smoke stretched closer to Ashin now as Kevros came from her right side, instead of trying anything too risky he swung for her chest. only this time he tried to trick her. Acting as if he hesitated, he switched the trajectory of his saber in one swift movement. in seconds it would slice just under her right arm pit. His foot shifted closer to her readying himself for anything that soon would come after. The hums of bolts and sabers throughout the room assured one thing.

They were no longer alone....

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

 

[Iziz]

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

Action and reaction, that was all Iziz cared to think about...

The Jawa as he soared quickly through the air, microseconds after his spinning blade which collided with her hands, meaning she would have had to crouch to catch the blade with her hands. Iziz came for her side, soaring over her as she had evaded him for but a moment, he could feel her pain, but something had begun to well up around her... Iziz's eyes widened as he overspeed her reaction, his hidden wrist blade within his armor had the glimmering 'steel' of its edge hidden by the cloaking device, likely nipping only the edge of her skin or armour, dealing little, but there was no time... Before Iziz had time to speed away from her blast, the force welled up in a powerful repulse, catching Iziz in the chest with the force of the blow, all Iziz could do was exhale sharply on the impact in order to save his organs from rupture and to avoid his lungs from caving in. His cloak and armour doing little to cusion him as he was thrown horizontally skimming across the earth and sending his spinning disk flying away in a random direction.

Pain was something Iziz didn't appreciate...

Rag-dolling some distance as the Jawa rolled and bounced, only saved by the fact that he did not take the impact head on, but rather catching him moving in the same direction, many of his bones were saved as the Jawa tucked in, the thick leather and armour-weave of his cloak protecting some of his skin from the landing, but he was covered in bruises, his bones bent as hairline fractures and pressure wounds sporadically appearing over his body, as well as a single wound above his right eye from where his head clipped the ground... The Jawa slumped on the ground for a moment before pushing both of his hands against the ground... this was something that was not going to fly. Gritting his bleeding teeth, he had defeated Sith stronger than this one, he was not about to be bested...

Get up! Get up!

Iziz Pushed himself to his feet, his desperation forcing him on-wards past the pain as he felt his connection with the force re-establish. Flowing through his body, his carbon reinforced spine had likely prevented him from snapping in two by the impact... Iziz reached out his hand calling back his other saber blade to his body, hitting both of the triggers for both blades to extend on each weapon, four red beams would expand from his sides... and then begin to spin once again...This Jedi was fantastic at gaining distance, but how would she be able to handle everything he had to offer. Focusing far less on his force speed Iziz would let go of the spinning blades in his hands, allowing them to float beside him at shoulder-height, reaching behind him and drawing the almost tree-like staff that was strapped to his back. His saber-staff. Extending one blade from the end of the double ended pike, he would stare down the Jedi again. Five light-saber blades ignited as he would charge once again.

Throwing a hand forward his two telekinetically controlled blades would fly for his opponent, one at neck level and the other at knee height looking to cut the woman to pieces as Iziz would follow up, waiting to see how she reacted to his initial assault before he would follow up moments afterwards.

Moments would decide.

 

[Veino Garn]

Location: South of the Temple still
Gear: In last post
No engagements, friend or foe
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Veino stared at the temple through his visor for what felt like ages, but couldn't have been terribly long. This was a major throw down going on inside, by the feel and sound of it. The Force roiled around the building, Dark and Dark surging against each other, biting at each other and tearing each other apart, while the Light burned through the shadows. Smoke and dust issued from the building, obscuring the sky above, while in the far distance, he could see the explosions and arcs of the fleet battle. It appeared things had finally started to occur up there. Things could quickly get far more interesting this way. He didn't think he'd seen destruction like this the first battle of Alderaan.

But things were getting brutal in there and he stood, gesturing to his team. They stood and spread out into a loose wedge as they jogged towards the temple, stopping at a door. Yes, a door. No dramatic, explosive entrances here. Well, relatively speaking.

Veino shoulder the hand-cannon and stood next to it while another Defender thrust her lightsaber through the door, cutting through the metal and sending the thing crumpling down in a slag of molten metal. Veino stepped inside, pausing as a group of stormtroopers turned in surprise as they tried to reinforce... wherever everyone was. Veino was rather glad he wasn't the only one to have no idea what was going on because there was a very awkward pause.

They stormtroopers looked down at the quite frankly massive hand cannon pointed straight at them in fairly close range and then at each other. The rest of his team filed in behind him, lightsabers arcing to life. Veino thumbed the hammer with a heavy click. The soldiers looked at each other, paused as something echoed crashing through the hallways and smoke crept towards them. They held up their hands and walked away, past the door and out.

Veino looked further down the hallway and had to agree with them. They had a point. This would be a place no one in their right mind would to be part of. He flashed some hand signals and his team moved out to engage other nameless and faceless Sith.

Veino himself strode down the hallway, cannon to his shoulder and listening to the sounds of conflict that raged through the building. All things considered, this seemed to be going the same way as the Sith temple on Coruscant. Hopefully he'd wouldn't get buried in underground corridors this time. That had not been his favorite exfiltration. It had taken dozens of showers to get that smell off.

He ducked as something rattled through the building's structure again. Now what was going on? At this point, his only option was to find out. He strode further into the building, scanning the corridors with the muzzle of the hand-cannon.

 

[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"]

Energy flared from the gauntlet once more, zapping the stun baton and tome thrown at him in short order. The baton was slapped wildly off course and flung, smoking and useless, into some further recesses of the library. The tome itself was disintegrated instantly, angering the Umbaran considerably. He who destroys a good book kills reason itself and now Adekos felt utterly compelled to kill them back. Of course, technically it was his fault. The gauntlet's reaction had been instinctive. If they wanted to go further back, it would have been the One Sith's fault, seeing as during their rampage throughout the galaxy they had given just about every sufficient casus belli to launch attacks like these. Or, more reasonably, it was these people's fault, since they insisted on resisting their rightful Sith overlords at every turn. Semantics.

Well, if they couldn't be brought into the fold with words and reason, force would have to do. Actions spoke louder than words. He raised his hands, bending the Force to his will and summoning it to...

Oh? That's odd.

As was usually his first choice, Adekos had looked for a lightsaber. There was one on the man. He could sense it. But it didn't answer his demands. How very strange. Something must have been amiss. He decided on returning his attention to the enlarged dog-thing in that instant. Probably the easier target by far, even if he didn't know what it was. All these fur-covered aliens looked the same to him, he could never tell the difference. Maybe this was one of those Croa he heard so much about. Or were those feline? Paltry details. All at once, any electronics the Vexen was carrying would begin to shudder. Stun baton, blasters (if it was carrying them), commlink, datapad; if it had a power supply, it was being directly tampered with by Darth Adekos. In several moments they would heat up to the point of singing flesh, and several moments after that they would explode.

By this point in his career, this wasn't a very lavish display on Adekos' part. He kept his eyes on the Talith runt all the same.

 

[Vexen]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Location:[/SIZE] Library East Wall
[SIZE=10.5pt]Allies:[/SIZE] Family, [member="Maleah Talith"] | [member="Vexen"] | [member="Micah Talith"] | [member="Aela Talith"]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Enemies: [/SIZE]The Darkside [member="Darth Adekos"] Directly engaging | [member="Dak Canton"] nearby

Vexen gave a startled yelp as her stun baton gave her a sudden shock. She yanked it free from its holster, giving the betraying article an offended glare before tossing it aside. There was a small pop as her comm link blew, the low powered short range device having enough juice to do little more than burn itself out. She felt the subtle tremors in the Force of the Siths manipulations come to a halt as he was out of targets.

Unsure of what ranged weaponry he may have been using, she darted to the side behind a stack of books. Her left leg trailed her, still numb from the sudden shock.

What do we do? She called, looking to Micah for guidance. For now she thought only to distract him further. That gauntlet lashed out at everything that came towards him, which of course meant the thing would lash out at anything he came towards as well. Unless it had to ability to sense the intention of inanimate objects the two scenarios were intrinsically the same.

Eyes closed behind dark goggles. On the other side of the books shelf tomes slipped free, two at a time. A steady stream of knowledge started to fly in Adekos’ direction, ready to be incinerated from existence. They were here to destroy the Temple's contents, and the Sith seemed to have brought a handy, portable disposal tool. How courteous.

 

[Coren Starchaser]

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

Someone else who could use tutaminis would cause Coren to approach with his own power. The man had a few skills that he was safe to say he had mastered. Absorbing energy, specifically that coming from the dark side, was something he could do. Between that and his use of the Aing-Tii skills, he was versed enough to keep himself alive.

But right now? He needed to take this Sith and end her, or get her to end the others.

He could do both, he knew it. Neutralize a threat for his own people, while amplifying a threat to the Sith. His mortality lay completely in his need to take down the Sith. “The Sith are wrong here. Take them down. Claim the power for yourself.”

Appeal to their need for power and start a war? He could try.

Reaching his hand up, while speaking, he grabbed the chunk of durasteel in the Force and felt where it was going, the pilot thought to fold space, but rolled to his left, lightsaber extinguishing as he got out of the way, a close call.

 

[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’s Force repulse connected, thankfully, and the jawa was airborne, hitting the ground with a thud. It was precious time that the Mirialan could use to charge up her next attack. The smell of her own burning flesh assaulted her nose, making her stomach turn. Gritting her teeth, she pulled the Force to her, letting the energy wrap around her. The creature spun out and scrambled to his feet, and when he faced her, he was seething with a palpable rage. Ataru tended to tire out its user, but her opponent seemed to be unnervingly fresh as a daisy. With another snap hiss, he ignited a third or (was it fourth?) plasma blade. The jawa was suddenly a tornado of whirling lightsabers, with two of the spinning disc sabers floating alongside his shoulder blades.

That looked...hazardous.

Suddenly, Chevu knew exactly what to do.

As two of his blades flew towards her, singing out in two different directions, she threw out another Force bubble. Standing as still as possible, she worked on bubbling, not herself, but the creature himself, aiming to trap him inside the dome along with his whirling weapons. If she could, she’d further constrict the bubble, forcing him to reckon with his own five lightsaber blades.

 

[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

[SIZE=10pt]Spencer didn’t need sound and she didn’t need her vision to pin-point the assassin like Sith. He was foolish to rely so heavily on the stealth unit that had weakened while he moved through the library. The Master of Sense had easily picked up on his presence and as he moved about her she had focused her energy on keeping her sense outward and slowly drawing it in as she knew she was the intended target. No movements came from her the entire time he leapt around attempting to remain hidden. The Force and thoughts consistently gave Spencer an idea of which way he was coming from. The man had no idea of her abilities with mental prowess. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]As she shoved a book into her bag, she sensed the danger of the darts. The force surrounded her and created a barrier blocking the toxin darts from hitting against her small target of a neck. The neck area wasn’t as exposed as he had presumed. She never wore a helmet, but still there was enough of a collar on the suit of armor to prevent her from being too exposed to someone who wanted to make use of the neck. Still needing to learn the man’s movements, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a handful of the seeds she had brought with her. Sprinkling them to the ground, the plants sprouted and began to attach themselves to the ground around the woman as well as the bookcase she was standing near. The flowers blossomed and as she commanded them through plant surge they shot out their thick thorns in all directions. She wasn’t aiming to strike him just yet – it was more of a warning shot as the plants now protected the blonde woman. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Musing over the situation, she scratched the bottom of her chin. “Sith are such cowards.” Looking down at the plants she smiled, they were a good choice to bring for this fight. Spencer needed to focus, there was so much going on in the fight and her mind remained aware of her surroundings. The Sith liked to fight from the shadows, which meant he would strike soon enough – most likely the same way in hopes of wearing her out. The thought made her chuckle. [/SIZE]

 

[Catalys Maijora]

The Vaults

With the lights out, the soldiers switched to night vision.

Taking out charges used specifically in breaching doorways--minimizing collateral damage--they placed them strategically at points along the security door that hold the mechanism in place. When blown, the door's lock loosens, allowing some manual strength to pry it open. Catalys took cover around the corner back inside the maintenance area, his soldiers did just as described before retreating moments before the explosives went off.

A loud bang, and a flash of light, the explosives did the trick. Pieces of the door flew out like shrapnel, scratching across the wall before finding themselves several meters down the hall.

Removing himself from cover, the agent approached the entrance. "Get the door open!" He ordered. The soldiers rushed over, and quickly managed to pry it loose. Pushing the sliding pieces of metal back, they revealed the way forward. Inside was a rather elegant chamber, and aside from the sarcophagi of dead Sith Lords, there were numerous artifacts positioned ceremoniously around the room.

At the very far end lied one particular artifact mounted on a pedestal. For the Umbaran, there was only one clear target; he walked across the room with his gaze set to the other end. His soldiers on the other hand scanned wall-to-wall, ceiling to floor, assuring that no traps awaited activation by any misplaced step.

Catalys stopped just a stone's throw away from the pedestal, he eyed the artifact before kneeling. Digging his hand into the floor, he grabbed a fistful of sand and placed it in an empty satchel. Removing the satchel from his utility belt, the agent circled the pedestal, walking up the short step and finding himself in reach of the artifact.

It required some careful calculation, and after a moment of thinking he gathered that if there was any trap, it'd be based on weight. Using the satchel of sand he visually gathered how much he needed to match the weight of the object. Letting some of the grains out he nodded to himself, concluding some sort of internal argument. Exhaling through his respirator, Catalys made the switch in one quick motion.

Giving up the satchel of sand, and now with an artifact in hand, the Umbaran smirked behind his helmet. Only that smirk didn't last long... The entire temple from foundation to the very top bricks began to shake violently. The Dark Side of the force flooded throughout every room as the spirit of a dead Lord awoke from their eternal slumber.

Portions of the walls crumbled, and the once dead knights and lords buried in the temple rose once more to grace the living with their presence. Catalys miscalculated, and before his soldiers had an opportunity to realize, the Umbaran broke out in a sprint and rushed out of the room.

Unfortunately the dead took notice of the three men left remaining, and soon overwhelmed them in a frenzy. It's been a while... They had to be hungry, right?

[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"] | [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

 

[Iziz]

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

Halted, yet again...

No sooner than Iziz had hurled each of his weapons with the power of his own telekinesis, a brilliant blue orb sparked to life and erecting around both him and his weapons. Iziz was shocked, but he had seen the bubble used before when the woman had defended herself from her own explosion, as well as his initial attacks. The orb was definitely one means of striking against an opponent to be sure. The bubble stopped the Jawa in his tracks as his blades crashed against the side of the barrier, grinding against it with their incredible speed and power creating a resounding boom against the wall with force able to shatter bones in an incidental attempt to saw through. But the Jawa thought otherwise, there was another way to get out of here, and he just needed to think on it. It was at that point that the bubble began to enclose itself on the Jawa, bringing his own spinning blades closer to himself as he seemed to be trapped with them. Having his momentum stunted was one thing, but using his own weapons against him was entirely another. The Jawa did what he did best. He hid. Deactivating his saber-staff he would to his best to survive.

Activating his cloaking device yet again, the intention was to hide his movements.

In desperate moments the Sith had spied what he was going to do to get out of this mess. Chevu had not moved from her position, and that was admirable of her, it was a stubborn but noble goal to be able to be able to hold your ground against adversity. No matter how tactically sound it was admirable to be sure. The quick thinking mind of a controlled panic caused each of his spinning blades to fall to the ground and deactivate, no longer posing a threat to him or drain on his power as he reached out a single hand, the force crystal he held at his side empowering his abilities as the tendrils of his telekinesis coiled around its intended target. Like tentacles of a giant squid collapsing on its victim, Iziz would have it in his grasp, but much like her own bubble, the target of the grip was not for her, but the veritable boulder of debris which he had jumped off earlier now situated behind her.

The Cloaking device would disguise what he was attempting, all she would feel from him was his power in the force spiking with her sensory ability as the invisible Jawa would clutch the air with his hand and pulled it back towards himself... As, almost like celestial mimicry, the five foot diameter boulder behind the woman would rip from the ground in a single, jerking movement, over a tonne of shaped material suddenly thrusting in her direction violently and with incredible force, with the express intention of smashing her aside. Hit or no, Iziz hoped that the strike from her blind-side as she was focusing almost entirely on him would catch her off guard and free himself. And if it didn't and she managed to avoid, the boulder would now be hurtling in his direction, with hopefully enough force to shatter her barrier on impact.

Should the bubble drop from her being struck or her surprise, Iziz would dive forward for each of his weapons, picking them up and activating the blades once again in a single roll. Kicking off the ground he would leap several feet in the air spinning like a tornado before letting each of the blades fly again for her target, the first of them thrown would be almost vertical, skewn slightly to her left with the other more horizontal for the center of her mass. Landing he would let out a leg and fall to a knee, grinding his momentum to a halt and retrieving his saber-staff before charging in on his opponent once more. Perspiration was only now beginning to drip from his fore-head, but he was not at the point off fatigue.

No... he needed to push on, past the pain in his joints and past the his opponent's strength in the force.

Chevu could not win,

He couldn't let her...

 

[Mother Askani]

Location: East Hallway heading towards the training ground.
Allies: [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
Enemies: [member="Rookie"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"]
Gear: Voice of the Force , lightsaber, Force empowered shield

Just now taking off, her stride lengthened as she slowly fell into a sprint down the hall leading towards the training grounds. She turned her head to see if her vong friend had been following, because she truly was trying to bait him. However, that coupled with the dim lighting, and her not being as familiar with the temple as its inhabitants she ran into trouble.

The soace around her became heavy, and as she hit a corner she felt her body give as if she lost control. She was thrown off her feet and into the wall behind her, hitting it with moderate force and sliding down into a ball shape. She grunted, and forced her body to move and as she came up into a kneeled position she noticed a figure peering down upon her dazed figure. The shadow of Rookie grew enormously, and so did his aggressiveness.

She reacted as quick as she could reaching for her makeshift shield, the moment she brought it up she felt the weight of his initial attack. She brought her right knee down and her left up to come into a kneeling position to better hold out. Covered by her shield, the last of his attacks pierced her shield and flew past her face and got stuck. She saw it squirm about to free itself, but she pushed her left shoulder against the durasteel to turn the shield in an attempt to break off the limb where it had been caught. Whether she was successful or not in causing damage, she pushed herself away and rolled a few feet away.

She stood up, and just on the wall she saw a torch that provided the lighting. She waved her hand to slam it into rookie, then she turned her attention to her second adversary that went unseen. However, she had ways of detecting but she wanted to remain as if she was distracted for the moment.

 

[Komo]

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

Things went by in a flash ever since the beast left the battlegrounds of what used to be the Sith temple's library that housed tomes and other assorted medium that store stories and records fo Sith history and culture alike. The lights had gone out in their area, and the darkness was encroaching further and further, spilling over from the hole created from the beast's escape. One moment she saw the Jedi encase herself in a bubble made out of the force, the next moment, a flashbang went over the air towards the Jedi. Being former military, Greta had no problems recognising the disorientating grenade, and quickly alerted her helmet's photo-sensors to compensate for the incoming flash. The Sith then saw her comrade fire two bolts from his side arm hissing through the air towards their enemy.

What Greta saw next was that the Jedi had managed to conjure up a force bubble to shield herself from whatever else was to come. However, that wasn't just purely a defensive move as her comrade was busy firing away, stumble forward as though pulled by an imaginary force. Her Stormtrooper-clad comrade fired once more, retaliating against the attacks launched by the Jedi. Greta seemed to have been forgotten since the engagement started, as though she was but an ornamental decoration piece. Using telekinesis, the Sith knight sent the broken wreckages of what used to be a large shelf or two flying towards the Jedi with a rising forward gesture. "Hey! Don't forget about me now!"

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Location: East Hallway, near Training Grounds
Allies: GA, Team Dark Jedi, [member="Sochi Ru"]
Enemies: Sith. [member="Darth Ophidia"], [member="Rookie"]
Gear: 1x MKI bolter, 1x sonic blaster, 1x sonic shotgun, wrist-worn flamethrower, vibroknife, grenades, lightsabre, beskar'gam.


And so, many toppled book shelves later, it was that Siobhan appeared on the scene, just as Sochi launched her telekinetic attack upon the multi-limbed Vong creature. Well, it was difficult to get a good look on the creature because it was bloody dark, even with infrared vision, but the absence she felt in the Force suggested Vong.


Wait, since when did they have multiple limbs? Or maybe that was just the armour. Admittedly Siobhan was neither a xenobiologist nor an expert on Vong. The presence of the creature's Togruta opponent felt dark, but the same applied to Siobhan and she believed she recognised the Ke'dem badge. That made the Togruta an ally for the time being.


The presence of Ophidia went unnoticed by Siobhan or the time being due to the former's stealthy aptitude. Making a snap decision, Siobhan pulled at the tangled web of power that was the Force as she harnessed its energies.


Her gauntlets retracted, and a scalding blast of Force Lightning erupted from her fingertips towards the Vong creature. There were a number of Force techniques Vong were immune or resistant to, but conveniently Lightning was not one of them. Siobhan was not familiar with the powerful suit of armour the creature was wearing, but if it was similar to Vonduun crab armour it ought to be vulnerable to the powerful onslaught of electrical judgement.

 

[Sinistra]

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

He sidestepped the detritus she sent at him, but not before his thoughts had invaded hers again. Frustration, anger, and a profound sense of purpose pushed hard against her mind, and she could hear his voice, forceful in its insistence.

“The Sith are wrong here. Take them down. Claim the power for yourself.”

Her arm outstretched, she applied a little power to her words which sound only like garbles from her vocoder and the spell was cast. It would seem to him that time altered so that the waking world moved in a very slow drawn out series of events. The spell itself would only last a second or two but between her mind and his, the pause would be long enough for her to reach him with her own telepathy.

<<I know the nature of my kind, but challenging the Lords outright will only get me dead. That wouldn't help you.>>

She gripped her saber in both hands again as she pressed the advantage, seeking to drive him into the wall, her saber slicing down at a fourty five degree angle from his right shoulder.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

OOC/ Sorry, missed the tag, thought I was still waiting.

IC/
Location: Southwest corner of the library
Enemies:

• [member="Kevros Kovani"] - attacking
• [member="Sage Bane"] - attacking
• [member="Darth Vulkan"] - hiding behind a pillar

The Dark Master's voice echoed in Ashin's mind, a susurrating inquiry that could turn into a mental assault at a moment's notice, or just remain a distraction. Her student's student's student's student he might be, but that still made him the inheritor of a long legacy of highly skilled mentalists. Preemptively, she put some of her focus into shoring up her mental defenses, in case he took that route. She had, of course, an answer to his question: it involved her wife's capture and torture at the hands of the One Sith, the random happenstance that had dragged Ashin out of retirement. But she was in no mood to explain.

Her gauntlet met the dagger, Sith blade slipping between the plates to score a cut on her hand and carve a gouge in her pistol. Her sword crashed into the whipcrack amphistaff, but clumsily, shoving it awry rather than shearing through. The other two amphistaffs' venom spattered harmlessly against her particle shields, but physical contact with the dagger was wearing those down.

Motion flickered in her helmet's lifesigns detector, and she turned as the acolyte bore down on her. He swung, then paused. As she continued the turn to block, she found the amphistaff had snared Ravening. The blade's insane Force affinity and etheric cutting aura raged harmlessly against the Force-null serpent. She yanked the blade free and brought it around-

Just as that clumsy, flashy, senseless acolyte sank his lightsabre into her right armpit.

Pain filled her mind, which wasn't to say it displaced rage. The Force exploded from her, tearing up the flagstones, creating distance between her and her attackers. She needed a moment to set her defenses, adjust her shields, pulse her Force protection. A moment to raise the strongest defenses in history-

She didn't have it.

Sage Bane's daggerblade kissed her neck under the rim of that heavy Tenloss helm, and she felt cold.

You'd think after this many years as conqueror, duellist, Empress, Dark Lord of the Sith, Grand Admiral, I'd understand the truth. Survival in battle has very little to do with destiny or skill or luck. It's just a roll of the dice, every time. It was her own voice, compressed to a moment, as time stood still and she realized she was dying again. She had a long history with death -- the cancer, Val'Ryss's ritual, surgical renewal, the oft-broken promise she'd made to the Five, her own shameful weakness against Odium, and so much more. All of that fit into a moment as well. Now that the Sith Lord had cut her throat -- a thought accepted as fait accompli -- she had a few moments she hadn't possessed before. And in those moments, a choice between two transcendences and two oaths. Keep her promise to the Five and pass away, or keep her promise to Spencer and take the Dark Side's route.

Between redemption and her wife, the choice wasn't hard to make. Ashin exploded, not just her Force aura but her body. A long lifetime, much of it bound to the Dark Side, had bound up power in her, permeated her with the Force, accelerated her ageing, taken her fingernails and the color from her eyes. In an instant, that was released, and it tore apart this portion of the library. Sith and Ke'dem Dark Jedi were shoved to the floor, and the few standing bookcases lost their contents in a concussive instant.

She roared out her frustration and minds shivered, but she had no lungs. Her empty armour fell to the broken stones, and Ravening, and her lightsabre, and the guns she'd carried for so long. This was no place to linger. She adjourned in a swirl of cold wind, off to find another form, preferably far away from here. Such things were difficult and dangerous, even for her; she'd only done it once for herself, with help, though she'd enabled it for others a time or two. There were consequences, deep and hazardous, even if the essence transfer was successful. [member="Spencer Varanin"], though, would know she had control of her consciousness, that she still existed and would find a way back. That much was clear.

In the meantime, Ashin continued being dead.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Southwest corner of the library
Enemies: [member="Ashin Varanin"] | @Kervos Korvani
Allies: [member="Sage Bane"]
Objective: Secure the Dark Side Shiny and Rescue his Brohemeth
Gear: Signature

Vulkan hadn't been expecting the pair to succeed. In fact, he had been positive it was going to be up to him to save Sage Bane, and he had planned on using the Acolyte like a sacrifice to get his strike in. His plan had been to swing his mace once and kill one being. That plan didn't happen. It didn't matter anymore.

From behind the Pillar the shadow of Vulkan recognized what was happening, and hunched over erected a bubble about himself quickly, but still the explosion of Dark Side energy shoved him backwards, sliding against the stone, having to use his hand to dig into the rock to keep from being blasted across the room. Such was the force of the blast of energy, but, in place of a terrifying Dark Side woman there was nothing. Her weapon pulsing with energy still while her essence faded away in all directions. Odd that rather than be the savior he was merely an observer this time.

"Sage." he called, his eyes looking for his friend down here in the library. It was time to get Sage and leave, no doubt Sage was hurting and in need of help having been at ground zero and undefended from the blast. The acolyte was of no concern to the Sith Lord. Stumbling over almost as though heavily intoxicated, senses still a bit overloaded and unable to focus after the blast of Dark Side energy, the big Sith Lord felt around in the cloth and armor the woman had left behind. His mind swam like a dozen flash bang grenades had just gone off, and his muscles ached from the exposure, even as protected as he had been. There were a few things of interest, but Vulkan didn't have time for that. The only thing that mattered was that sword and getting Sage Bane out of here. He grabbed up the weapon and slipped it over his shoulder and started looking for his friend, preparing to use Dark Transfer to heal him should he need it.

 

[Orion Darkstar]

• [member="Ashin Varanin"] - Attacked
• [member="Sage Bane"] - Assisted
• [member="Darth Vulkan"] - Assisted

Location: Library​

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Success...​

It was something that Kevros was accustomed to, even if he lost his life trying, it was better than standing by. Now in the heat of battle the only thing on his mind was winning the fight. Ashin was in over her head, even for her superior affinity in the force. This was only a matter of circumstance, a circumstance that ended in Kevros' favor. Following up with Sage's assault he found his saber successful. Penetrating her armor and searing her flesh. Kevros could sense the pain deep within her, the rippling force becoming like a vacuum. The disturbing change in the waves of the force made Kevros lean backwards. An implosion escaping the Dark Jedi's body like a powerful bomb.​

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The dark cloak hanging over his body snapped into the air, his hood slipping violently off the top of his head. Long black hair revealed itself, Kevros couldn't bother fixing his attire instead, and he dug his feet deep into the tiles below. Cracking and pressuring him to his knees he prevented himself from flying across the room. His heel snapping from the force. It was unlike any force push he had experienced, the mere weight of it almost planted him on his back. A string of red tendrils drifted in front of him as the blast settled. The aura that Ashin once gave off went dormant, almost vanishing from the room entirely. He saber seemed to deactivate from the wave of dark energy that clouded his vision for a short moment. The attentive acolyte couldn't help but panic, until the green iris of his eyes slipped into focus.​

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A dark cloud lingered for a moment, stones ripping from the ground as he watched the phenomenon happen in front of him. Ashin had dissipated, her body materializing into nothing. Her hollow armor falling to the ground in defeat. Kevros' eyes widened, he didn't think the tales of force ghosts were real, but even then it didn't seem like this event was the case. This was something entirely different, the Dark Jedi Master seemed to still be present, her power lurking only for a remaining few seconds. A shroud of darkness reigned over him, his forearm festering even more, slight images of visceral killings planting in the back of his mind. He tried to shake himself free from the grotesque images. Something was eating at him, not for the better.​

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He sighed lightly his bruised body from the explosion became a crutch. The bolts of energy continued to fly throughout the room. The colors of green, orange, purple, red, and blue filled the air. The smell of iron and plasma filling his senses. Stirring with the images in his mind he fought through it. His body reacting with normality, the wound slowly swelling. Lastly he tried to stand, a sudden pain slicing through him, it turned out the implosion from the energy he suppressed caused internal damage. Kevros knew it was his ribs, a handicap he really didn't need in the fray of it all. The pain couldn't amount to his determination, however, if another fight found him he would need more help than others. Inching forward he paced himself, another Sith walking passed him and grabbed the blade that had wounded him. Throwing it over his back, Kevros grinned.​

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It didn't matter to him though, he only wanted the small bits of armor of beskar. It was something he knew the Sith would want or need. Even if they didn't, Kevros could use it for his own personal gain. The war was far from over as he bent down wincing in pain, gripping at the remaining paces of armor he smiled. Slipping them into his inner cloak he shook his head. The force alerted him, a bolt aiming for the one they called Darth Vulkan. Activating his saber he deflected the bolt, saving the master from a potential wound. Even in battle the Acolyte was useful, wounds and all. Picking the rest of the beskar from the ground he maneuvered around the chaos, hoping to escape without further conflict.​

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One thing reaching his mind.​

Ashin...​

 

[Micah Talith]

Location: Library East Wall
Allies: Family, Maleah Talithhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/7-maleah-talith/ | Vexen | @Micah Talith | Aela Talith
Enemies: The Darkside [member="Darth Adekos"] Directly engaging | [member="Dak Canton"] nearby
Gear list in spoiler sig

Things escalated, so by then Micah decided to take this up close and personal.

He ran. Ran straight towards the Sith as his saber burst into an orange blade. He let the Force swell within him, and without further ado, let it guide his movements. He was a blur, seeking to press the attack at the Sith so as to distract him in turn. Whatever he was doing would need to have his concentration broken.

Once he was close enough, the blade sang in the air with a distinct hum, slicing to strike at Adeko's torso.

 

[Trix Bastin]

Location: Library East Wall (exterior)
Objective: Ignore orders
Allies: Nearby: [member="Aela Talith"] [member="Micah Talith"] [member="Maleah Talith"] [member="Vexen"]
Enemies: Nearby: [member="Darth Adekos"] [member="Greta Kohler"] [member="Dak Canton"]
Equipment: 2x Renegade Blaster, bare fists, lighter

Trix considered the Drexl-sized hole in the wall.

She narrowed her eyes, pulled a drag of her cigarra deep into her lungs, and released the bitter smoke with a twist of her lips.

She’d done a lot of suicidal things in her lifetime. More than enough to craft a profitable reputation on her tendency to survive them. But charging through a hole in a Temple wall, into a heaving nest of enraged Sith, with nothing more than her blasters and her fists to keep her heart thumping? That was moronic enough to even give her pause.

Aela’s instructions had been simple enough. Stay close but stay out of combat.

Close enough to keep an eye on.

Trix took another drag of her cigarra. Her thoughts continued to drift, even as the vibration of a nearby explosion rumbled up her feet and clicked her teeth together.

She wanted to keep Aela happy. Well…happy enough to tolerate her presence for a little longer. Trix’s position as Padawan was about as stable as the ground beneath Lujo Temple. She was emotional, reckless, and stubborn enough to ignore the practical advice of an experienced Jedi and close to several meters of a combat engagement that would kill her.

To stare at a hole in the wall.

The shriek of blaster fire emitted from the gloom within the Library, followed shortly after by the distinctive thrum and hiss of lightsabers locked in combat.

Trix dropped the stub of her cigarra and ground it out with the heel of a battered boot as she made a decision.

Having to deal with Aela was entirely dependent on her still being able to breath.

With the smooth snap of practiced motion, Trix pulled both blasters free of their holsters and settled their weight within the palms of her hand.

She stepped through the hole.